Sleepless in Song

It is long past the
Forsaken hour of midnight,
I lie against my pillows
As sleep eludes my eyes.
I read aloud thy verses and
The walls my voices mime.
I wait restless for thee
To share my solitude tonight.
Your footsteps sound against
The glacial stones outside
An ethereal being now stands
At my chamber doors open wide.
Is it sleep or intoxication
That obscures my sight?
I peer at thy unearthly presence
While against my will I fight.
My hands stretched out, long to
Hold thee in their own right,
But instead I am falling, falling back
Into a dreamy ravine.

A Poem...

...I wrote it down in such a hurry, I wanted to send this across to him, to tell him a zillion things...to scream at him, with him, but it's still here with me...

I took a walk down the memory lane

Making my way past the yesterday

Washed down by the anxious rain

Keeping me from straying away

The rain gradually dissolved in to the mist

Trying to find shape in my imagination,

Leading me to the one I thought I missed,

Leading me to a precious manifestation.

I pursued the haze as if in trance

Finding my way into emotion true.

What brilliant blend of time and chance,

(I wondered) Had led me to you!

Homed

The roads stretched ahead

Into thousands of winding miles

And I quietly led myself to venture

Through invisible rooms and aisles.

I knew not where I was being taken to,

For I let the merry breeze be my guide

To the new and the untouched realms,

To the one, in who I must confide.

I longed for the thrill that novelty brought

But alas! How long does novelty last?

“The world is all new”, they say, “until

You have not discovered it fast.”

Or could it be the familiarity that

I craved for, which I found in you?

A safe hide-out for all my thoughts

That shall forever be new.

I wished to get lost yet not lose myself

In your deep and meaningful eyes,

Promising me the delight of adventure

Non-existent under the deep blue skies.

And while I slumbered in your arms

I heard voices from the whispering dome

Waiting for me to decipher them.

Softly they answer, “I am home.”

Dreams

"It's Saturday night and I am in bed with the laptop, (What an irony! Of all the men I know, a laptop is what I find.) lost in utterly chaotic thoughts that wind and swerve only to lead me back to where they originated from. My head is so full of fantasy literature from Tolkien and Eddings and Rowling, tales that seem to have neither a beginning nor an ending but merely an existence that doesn't fail to excite and conjure up tales for oneself. This one's for the dreamy state that is sure to be my abode for some time to come."

The unicorns tread every so softly on their prowl
To the vigil of riddles of old, long forgotten scroll.
The balrogs lie in deep slumber of oblivious days,
Biding time, anticipating arousal of the one face.

And thus, meet the two adversaries of lore when
The intrusion of slack awareness of callous men
Unsettles the dormancy that lingered on for ages
Of which the history has been sated with pages.

I have been here last century and the one before last
I have watched from my lair of what time came to cast.
I have forever been hidden in those ever naive eyes
Dreams, so they called me, spanning beyond the skies.

Evolution...2008

This poem comes as a tribute to the four years of companionship, four years of reluctant pedagogy, four years of growth, four years of utter frivolity, and to the life that is...MNNIT.

It's an era spanning
A lifetime of reminiscing.
It's a period of growth,
Of learning, of acceptance, of troth.
It's an epoch of mechanical
Engg, of discovering a world practical.

We are a system designed
To adapt to customs unrefined.
And cast into moulds resolute
To our goals, we are put en route.
Tempered under conditions rough,
To strengthen matter, to make it tough.

Machined to a degree impeccable
We stand tall, yet humble.
And now the testing begin
That sands of time will surely sing.
It's a saga of flaw and fest,
It's manufacturing at it's best.

Happily Ever After

Here’s again a time when one feels torn,
Another of the times when "bygones be bygones"!
A tale of a bondage so long carted,
One alone trying to get out of what two started,
How does one end it on one's own then?
Together they walked into it when
The world was still new, flowers bloomed,
And the beautiful lines they crooned.
When knowing the other was a journey
Instead reduced to a mere destination early.
The breach of faith that one claimed
Only to hurt the love, leaving it maimed.
They demanded personal spaces
Removing each from the other's graces.
Maybe it wasn’t so long either,
Compared with the clocks tick whither.
And then time is a swallow swift,
An aide to filling up the rift
If only one would relent and forgo
The restraint and let mutuality grow.
Mercy one asks for, mercy one has none,
And while everything is pretty under the sun,
There still is a storm raging within
Much like an ever persistent question.
It’s a two man ordeal, that one
Could never undertake all alone.
For they draw towards another chapter to close,
And I think of them - the light and the rose -
How ever apart and oblivious of each be the other,
They’d still be living "happily ever after".

Forever...

I feel the cool breeze caress my skin,
I feel the moisture penetrate my breath,
I feel the skies staring down upon me,
I feel ALIVE!

I dream of spreading my wings wide,
I dream of riding the glorious sunshine,
I dream of taking the abyssal fall,
I dream ALIVE!

I rejoice each day the morning brings,
I rejoice the birds chirping on the twigs,
I rejoice flowing with the sands of time
I rejoice ALIVE!

I feel your presence close beside me,
I feel your words resonate with mine,
I feel your dreams imbibed in my own,

I feel alive FOREVER!

The Shadow and the Reflection

The queer forms cast forward by obstructed light
Spawn figures that impel one into thinking,
Brooding over thoughts that could span miles.
The augury to festivity, distress or hope.
The freshness restore a weary traveler,
The same warn of the night after the dusk,
Impersonating as the spectre
Of some past, long forgotten.
The distortion of the shape
Gives rise to the murkiness of qualms,
Setting off the mendacious eclipse,
Just as the moon so trivial
Hides away the mightiness of the sun.

Another form complete in itself
Created in the aura of events,
Musings or the popular belief.
The judgment that ensues forth
Oblivious of its future which
Ends in gaiety, ruin or stupor.
The appealing beauty of one
Posed against the hideousness of the other.
The shape shifting that might occur
As the receptacle erodes or toughens
Altering the image held within
Of the being that stares back into face,
From the back of the mirror.

Together provide canvas to the intellect
A silhouette to be filled in
With colours of manifestation.
These mischievous games of light
Continue unto eternity.
The vestiges of our past together,
Memories of the walks along the dusky roads,
Or the visits to a bistro or boutique.
How the bondage yet endures!
The fidelity of the ages lingers still,
The love for the heart ages beyond the will.
Submission offers the only respite,
For, you are my shadow,
And I, your reflection.

An Ode to the Glorious!

A persona with such brilliant resplendence,
Altruistic, though, with hint of self indulgence.
Set to accomplish tasks, herculean,
And, follower of philosophy, epicurean.
Adorned with the leonine nobility,
Yet, encompassing the leporine serenity.
Comrade to comrades, reliable,
Rival to rivals, irreconcilable.
Exuding sincere benevolence,
A gentleman with beaming countenance.

Even the cosmos vie
To surrender to his obsequiousness, sweet.
For, just a glimpse of him
Tenders the soul such a heavenly treat.
He is the fortune of his loved ones,
An embodiment of immense resilience.

Thou art perseverance personified,
Dignity per se dignified.
Thou art the sapience,
That springs from the oracle.
Thou art the sanguinity,
That portends a miracle.

Learned from him the essence of persistence,
Witnessed in him the ardor for existence.
Have dedicated to him my passion whole,
He is the sine qua non of this fervid soul.