In Another Life

The air seems dense,

There is a strange loneliness around me,

I anxiously look around,

I have tried to avoid the thoughts for so long,

But still, she has a strange way,

To, creep into my days and disturb my nights.

The sight of her smile,

The sound of her voice,

The fragrance of her body,

All sends me into parallel thoughts,

All occurring and reoccurring,

Just, to intensify the loneliness in me.

I feel things around me,

I hear their voices,

I try to do things that need to be done.

But side by side,

There is another world,

Another life I live,

That which resides in her thoughts,

In her World.

The Man Behind the Mask

He is such a self-confident man,

He walks with his head held high,

As if not intimidated by anyone.

He would do anything and say anything,

Without any hesitation or anxiety or shame.

She had never known a man like him.

But, there had been many times,

In the restaurants or just walking on the streets,

When she had been laughing with him,

or listening to him talk,

or watching the skin around his eyes crinkle as he thought hard,

or hugging his warm body,

She would suddenly find him switched off.

In those moods, he was no longer loving,

No longer amusing, no longer thoughtful,

Or considerate or gentlemanly or compassionate.

He makes her feel excluded, a stranger

An intruder in his private world.

For her, It feels like,

The sun masking itself behind a cloud,

Little does she know that,

These are the moments,

I reveal the man behind the mask.

I lied

I said

You are the most precious one,

I lied.

I said

I will never leave you,

I lied.

I said

I will never hurt you,

I lied.

Life has always made such sweet lies.

Maybe you are wondering,

Would life be much better without such lies?

The truth is,

The times you lived on those lies

Were the only times you lived.

In this Loneliness

Its now night in Bangalore city,

Everyone is asleep.

I walk alone in my campus,

Accompanied by just memories of you.

Its just me, the moon and some stars,

Its very lonely here.

Loneliness is pain,

In this pain

Every second is like a century for me.

The pleasant weather is no solace,

As for me it burns like summer,

Of desire to see you.

And I shiver in a terrible winter,

In anticipation of your warm presence.

Come my love,

When you are with me,

Even in the hottest of the dessert,

It shall start snowing for me.

Come My love,

Relieve me of my Loneliness.

Kiss of Death

As she toddled by,

The flowers started to droop,

“Ashamed that she was prettier than the flowers"

Reasoned I.

The bright sun buried his face behind a cloud,

Casting grayness, along her path,

"Ashamed that she was brighter than the sun"

reasoned I.

Even time seemed hesitant to flow

"Ashamed that her motion was smoother

and unpredictable than the flow of time"

reasoned I.

Though conscious of my following her,

She pretends to be unaware of my presence, and

With a smile, quickens her pace.

As she flitted into a dark alley,

It felt as if the darkness itself foraged,

to seek sanctuary behind her.

soon, I lost track of her,

as I stood there lonely, in the dark alley,

Overcome by darkness around me and grief as well,

drowned in sorrows of my life, I stood.

"You seem to be in great sorrow"

A melodious voice remarked.

I brightened up, sorrow and darkness long forgotten,

I turned around and faced her.

"After a kiss of mine,

None of an Evil, shall ever befall you"

she assured me with a pleasant smile.

I smiled and closed my eyes,

I felt her lips on my cheek.

"What might your name be?"

Asked I.

"DEATH" came back the whisper

And, I thereafter never opened my eyes.

Indeed, It was true,

"After a kiss of hers,

None of an Evil shall ever befall me,

For there was no greater Evil,

Than, the Kiss of Death".

A Fallen Angel

After so long,

Like a piece of heaven

She falls right back to me.

A slip of fate,

That I, a mere Human,

Have to mend the broken wings,

Bestowed upon her to prove meager souls,

The inexistence of an invisible cage.

Others say, the wings are a misfit,

And I should not mend but rather remove them,

But who understands?

She can FLY!

I do mend them,

With kind words, soft touch,

Unconditional care and Passionate love.

Even though I know,

One day I will have to let her go,

For if she don’t fly away,

Wings would simply be a misfit,

And with me she will stay a Fallen Angel.

The Stranger in the Mirror

Psychopath behind a mask of sanity,

And intelligence, an eager excuse,

To escape the asylum.

The innocence of youth,

Eluded behind an unnaturally calm face.

The mirror is no liar,

The man has indeed changed.

Why the change?

Has he learnt so much?

Or has been hurt so much?

Where has he veiled the rage of the past,

That defined him, that destroyed him,

That deterred him, that defeated him?

A poor illustration,

For a shadow of the past,

For he is not me,

But, The stranger in the mirror.

An Extra Mile

What others seldom do,

Is walk an extra mile.

It consumes their time, their energy,

They hesitate, because, they are after all Others,

But not me, because, I am after all Yours.

Anyway, who are you to them,

And they to you,

To walk an extra mile, way off their path?

But, I shall passionately walk an extra mile with you,

Late at night, sleep at bay,

Because reality seems better than dreams.

An extra mile for the Loris call,

And little more ink from my quill to fall,

When we walk that extra mile,

Others opinion don’t matter.

Just know that, for you,

I will always walk that extra mile.

Maybe next time we walk an extra mile,

We will hold hands.

Why, Me?

Why are you with me,

When you could be with a thousand others?

Why do you prefer my company,

When you claim a thousand others enjoy yours?

Why sing songs to my deaf ear,

When a thousand others crave for that music?

Why seek my counsel,

When a thousand others die to offer you solace?

Why strive to be a slave in my world,

When a thousand others accept you queen of their universe?

Why try be in my words,

When you could be the life of a thousand others?

Why want me,

When you have a thousand others,

Even when you know I am preoccupied.

Maybe, Some Other Day

There are things, I wanna say to you,

There are things, I wanna ask you,

There are things, I wanna give you,

There are things, I wanna hear from you,

There are things I wanna do with you,

Maybe, Some other day.

I am a Psychopath

I am a psychopath,

My life would end more like Sylvia Plath,

I have got a very sick mind,

Maybe, just one of a kind.

My life’s been a great distress,

For over li’l things I obsess.

Like a symmetrical light wave from a lantern,

World for me is just a beautiful pattern.

Numbers make more sense,

Than, words ever did.

Every teacher since pre-school mention,

I never paid them any attention.

Like an element that is radioactive,

I was so hyperactive

That I end up in loads of trouble,

No matter how much the punishments double.

I know, I never meet eyes,

Makes ‘em think I am full of lies.

I never feared the paranormal,

As thoughts about death for me is normal.

You might wonder,

Where are the rhymes?

There are no rhymes,

But patterns, and only patterns

Look closely and you will see reality,

Of my pale mentality.

I am not a Poet,

I am not a Physicist,

I am not Creative,

I am not Original,

I am not your Friend,

I am not your Lover,

I am just a Psychopath.

The Empty Tray

Coffee’s grown cold,

I was wondering why?

The rocking chair no longer rocks,

I was curious why?

The raindrops on the ground,

Were without their aroma,

I was puzzled why?

Blotches of ink that dripped down my quill,

No longer made sense,

I was confused why?

Then came the screech of the Loris,

And with that,

The coffee started to steam,

The chair began to slowly sway,

The fragrance of rain wafted in the air,

And inklings were a beautiful piece of poetry.

And there we see a Loris,

As our eyes meet,

She smiles at the superstitions,

Holding an empty tray.

A Tangible Friend

She is a friend,

She works against me.

She doesn’t seem to care much about me.

She lingers long on my sorrow,

And flits away with my happiness.

She slowly consoles my loss,

She makes me distant from merry moments.

She exposes the limit of my existence.

I can feel her right now ticking away,

Ever so incessant,

Indifferent to my feelings,

With not even a single glance backward,

To assure me of her silent company.