the darkness has set in
before it is completely dark
the light slipping away,
from the horizon!
the painful uncertainty,
of waiting,
against a certainty of journey
the sinking confidence,
the mounting insecurities,
all started with,
the birth of wrinkles
a confluence,
of fear, anxiety, hopelessness
the so called freedom,
now in the lock up,
and individuality,
already jailed!
aching compromises..
now christened adaptability!
the stacked up tears
in the heart,
and longings,
in the deep swollen eyes,
trying to convey...
" please understand me..
the physical decline,
natural,may be a part of life,
but the moral decline,
by you all,
is not the art of life"
the living Gods,
living in obscurity
like an abandoned structure,
co-existing with new houses
I knew them long before,
in their youth
who gave everything,
to their offsprings,
who built the families,
the societies,
being the architects of values,
erudition,hopes, welfare!
or who kept everything ready,
for the posterity to enjoy 
more than they,
I want them to be loved,
understood,cared for..
for the twilight
is as universal and generic,
as life and death 
for hope against hopes
is also called hope!



 the possibilities,
 getting faded,
 each passing day,
 inching towards,
 the dead-end of death 
 billions lives
 or the intermediary zones
 only one(human) of the billions,
 endowed with special faculty,
 the knowledge!
 to reason
 to know 
 the transitory nature
 of the body or the world,
 the God-vision
 the self-realization 
 who will now wake up,
 that 'only one'
 from the slumber,
 from the darkness of ignorance,
 the clutches of ego,
 the shadows of matter,
 the delusion of pleasures!



the trees
standing tall,
in the dark midnight,
Know,this time will pass away,
and the sun will embrace them,
after few hours!
today's pain
looking solid,
actually is in a constant flux,
when seasons change,
emotions transmute,
society transforms,
the epicenter of sufferings,
revolves around,
the propensity to cling on..
to hold on to everything,
a profusion of attachment!
seeing death all around,
disbelieving people,
don't accept 
they will die themselves 
for they see,
the transient nature,
of what they hold on to,now
for fear of future,
the end..
if hopes drive life,
and faith drives hopes,
letting go,
realizing everything,
simply flashes in and out,
of existence,
means a lot..
towards a summit of peace!




who knows,
what is there in the heart 
a fence of mutual benefits 
or a carton full of paradoxes
or a reservoir of love,
Conditioned not,
to the vagaries of this or that 
who knows,
whether the glittering necklace,
is of gold 
or gold plated!
only to shine for the day 
the flying feather,
does not know 
where it will land!
the blizzard selfishness,
can break the window panes
of hearts! 
only to gift a recession,
that hurts..
the pamphlets in the air,
the roses in the campaign,
must not go in vain
in 'falling in love',
a fall of the self for other,
is a must 
for love is the way you are!



you see,
i am unable to muster strength
with rashes in heart,
and a raucous mind,
my companion..
the confines of scarry..
solitary nights,
still give rise to dream..
the dream of layout of our future
once your cynosure,
now needs a ferry,
to reach the bedrock point,
of our togetherness!
the hinge is missing somewhere,
in the darkness of(mis) understanding,
i could still dream..
the lantern in your hand,
searching the hinge,
with me, together! 
to ward off the abyss of murkiness,
or with you,there?

Festive Presence

amidst snowflakes, 
lore corroborated 
exhilaration galore,
my disquieting mind,
filled with an ensnaring joy,
craved to find you,
by my side,
from the flurry of excitement,
Season's elations
from the vapors of glee..
i came out to balcony,
looking at the stars
and joys all around,
i inhaled your presence,
the blooming feel-goodness! 

Merry Christmas.



the impassioned euphoria, 
the feel-good wintery dreams,
the overcast sky,
appearing like a clean slate,
blue and clear
the stereotype flummery,
sometimes irritates me,
the warmth 
as if gone for a long leave,
even in the holidays time!
and love is reserved,
for equals
or more equals
don't ask..
why not for less equals
or less privileged,
for i  have evolved like this
for years
for my benefits
i don't see the darkness,
behind the sparkling lights
on the streets,
crying faces,
with a lid of despair,
know, by this time,
how unmoved,
the brothers and sisters are
a fiasco of heart,
a zone of endangered compassion
feeling good,
with them
is a wonderful thing to do,
with a joystick of love
for the search engine of heart,
for looking out,
for the supreme light,
is nothing but a profanity!