For Old Times Sake.....(Poetry)

Old times sake...
Just the way we used to do this,
And remember when we did that,
A near miss, a close call,
A grand entrance or a clumsy fall,
I remember it all, you remember it all.

The times when you made me laugh,
Times when I made you cry,
Times that flew by before we knew it,
Yes, the time really does fly.

Oh! The prank we played,
How much did we laugh,
And that one time we got caught,
Which one of us took the blame?

Well we may not be so crazy now,
But I know each one of us,
Left a part of us in those times,
And we visit there alone,
To meet our former selves...
For old times sake...
 

Monsoon Tales

The shining silver drops from sky,
Glistening gold in sunlight bright,
As rainbow unfolds in colors of glory,
And stars wait their turn to shine in the night.

The wet velvet night it would be,
Hearing distant rumblings from the sea,
Do clouds bring lore from far and yore,
As ship raises anchor and sets sail,
This monsoon has a story to tell.

Random Humanity....(Poetry)

The undulating fabric of human existence,
Of all hues and shades, of lackluster and radiance,
A whole with a whole lot of holes,
Silver lining lined with dark substance,
A slimy grimy mixture of tar and dust,
Off the hands of a labourer, poor but robust,
Or pale and pampered child of abundance,
Malnourished melodies unsung and lost,
Or overfed hearts pumping oil in blood.
Of diamonds and distress living alongside,
In far reaches of the African forests,
Of Siberian winters with chapped hands of woodcutters,
And summers on the French Riviera.
Of magnificient Taj and miniscule hutments,
Of Vietnam and Afghanistan,
Thousand soldiers felled by a single bullet,
And all the rich men washed out in tsunamis,
Along with the poor, poorer and poorest,
Lest we forget, we are all humans.

Thank You....

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you,
I would never have realized the hypocrisy,
Thank you for breaking my heart,
Thank you for making me cry,
Now the no one can tear me apart,
Even my tears have run dry.

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you,
I would have carried on through the pretense,
Thank you for smashing the illusion,
Thank you for getting me out of day dream,
Now I will never fall prey to hallucination,
Now I will never run behind any delusion.

Blood Brother ...(Poem)

The blood that runs through the veins,
Flows through the streets like rivers,
The ties broken long ago,
Beckon our souls no more,
The battlefield full of unnamed graves,
Of soldiers from both sides young and brave,
The cities of skyscrapers, neon lights and cars,
The countenance of society veiling the scars,
Separated from my brother by barbed wire,
The path to union splattered by gunfire,
I wait for the day when I can call my kin my own.

Destiny and Identity

The cacophony that surrounds me,
Engulfing the elusive peace within,
Which I strive hard to find,
The rush of moments,
The nostalgia and adrenaline.
Never reaching within, ever without,
Knowing the answers which,
I don’t fully understand,
The questions that never cease.
Reality refusing to seep in,
Stinging eyes blinded by haze,
Way too clear, road obscured,
Visions clear, vision blurred.
A destiny to fulfill,
An identity to discover.