The footprints in mind

‎Sometimes your lonely presence,
The lonely shadow,
haunts me here,
I want you to leave me alone,
I want the memories to get far off,
I just want to feel it all,
how its to be far.


The times we were together you fought,
you never cared for the love i showered,
I waited all these years for your hi,
I waited to see your name flash on my cell,
I  waited to see you smile,
Now its all burdening me,
I have gone deeper than it seems,
In my love I have given you all.


I am empty now,
The shallowness of mind gone,
The innocence all lost,
Its you who did to me,
And it was I who got lost on the way.


You never turned back,
Tears come down this time,
With the verve to get some relief,
From your haunting shadow,
From the traces you left behind,
I am trying to wipe away them somehow.

Reflections

Reflections of the past,

Hovering over me,

A small girl playing in the field,

Hands in soil red and brown,

I think of those days, but with a frown.

The water falling on the roofs,

Empty, wet house of silence,

A beauty in itself carrying along,

The pitter patter of the drops,

Melting my heart.

They eyes of benevolence,

The courage of the century,

The portrait on the wall,

Signifying great leadership.

Mulling thoughts over a large cup of coffee,

Lurking eyes in that pond of life,

Falling enough with those light blue eyes,

Its only when I think about your life,

Leaves falling, wet and green,

Dark are those corners,

Of this huge haveli.

Sometimes are those reflections,

Of the youth and childhood,

Some are the reflections of great pain and desire,

Some are the reflections of that zeal,

Some are the reflections of the lonely old days.

I confuse those reflections with something that I know,

But then I found out,

It’s only this piece of beauty that remains,

And it’s these reflections...

Something speaks!

Something’s strange, something’s very rare,

I tread down my path,

Listening to that beautiful song,

But my brain in some deep thoughts,

Something I really can’t figure out,

Well is this what we call craziness?

First is the encounter,

A shadow of someone,

Whom I never met before,

But his face grips my imagination,

Flashing off a wave of dizziness,

To know it’s actually strange,

Two strangers smiling at each other,

Either out of fantasy or lost minds.

And we turn away on our own ways,

Still thinking about something,

Is this what we call a connection?

A small moment together,

A very strange one.

Every day I tread along the path,

I expect to see his one glance,

Deep down somewhere,

I know it’s so outwardly naive,

But my searching eyes,

Never seem to bother about the inner feelings,

The hope still remains,

And very light it is,

Like that of a sun in a thunder.

A small moment it is,

And when we come across again,

Like two lost strangers,

Something again clicks,

Like we were waiting.

Run along the path,

This time towards each other,

And we smile again,

The childish connection,

Something speaks for itself,

We knew at that moment it does!

The flight

Wings of imagination,
Make my thoughts fly,

In this rare trance that I get,

Can make you all try,

 But what I mean to say,

Is not always so sly.

My thoughts fly,

And I can see a ant,

As big as me sitting beside me,

And my thoughts again fly,

When I see a dog as big as a elephant,

Running towards me.

My thoughts again fly,

When I am in love with a alien,

Half its size that I am,

But still we marry,

The thoughts keep flying,

And I travel in a interplanetary ship,

With my alien.

My thoughts just keep on flying,

Its sometimes difficult,

To understand whats real and imagined,

I seem to be a psychotic,

Oh what a imagination,

Once again!

There’s no end,

My thoughts just fly,

And take me on a unusual flight,

Once in a while.

Don’t you dare think,

I have gone insane,

Beacuse these are my wings,

I fly and not you,

Think about it,

One day you’ll fly too,

Fly with me!

"Happy Independence day to all"