Wave

It comes in waves

A tsunami, 100 feet tall 

Making landfall 

On the parched shore of my heart.

Filling it with love 

Slowly, steadily 

Enriching it, then drowning it 

Whirlwind of emotions

Swallowing everything in its wake

A distant memory, a happily-ever-after dream 

Reduced to rubble. 

Blinded, bruised, battered

Must have been my fault.

Again?

Again.

As the second wave gets ready,

I close my eyes

And face it all over, again. 

My First Haiku

Here's my first attempt at Haiku. Be nice, people.

The pigs run scared
Their ears fly in the air
Somewhere, a dog leaps in joy.

The Dead of the Night

The dead of the night.
Your story makes me wonder
The Universe is mysterious
Sometimes, it reflects life
But most times, a lesson.

Strange are the ways of men
Stranger still, those of women.
What does that make us, I wonder.
Poets, anti-socials, loners
Or the rejects of society?

They say, love is a young man's game
A wrong bet, and you lose heart
Learn the rules, don't be a fool.
You see, love is not for amateurs.

So while you and I scribble
Pages and pages of morbid prose
Pretty lovers with prettier frames
Live fairytales of their own.

The Night Sky

Draped in a wave of clouds,
The moon lets out a lazy yawn.
A naughty wind brushes past
Pulling off its cover, oh so lightly
Illuminating half a mile of the sky.

The moon is called off from sleep
A rude awakening
Big eyes, full of reproach
It scolds the wind, pulls the blanket closer.
And the endless sea goes dark.

Dark clouds with stoic silver linings
Like the depth of a bottomless ocean,
The synchrony of a fish's scales,
A unique geometric pattern
Shield the Universe.

A solitary star winks away
In the midst of this celibacy.

A lighthouse full of hope,
It is the sole flame, 
Eternally awake
In the sleeping world.
Like my love for you.

Ode to Sleep

I love to sleep.
It keeps the demons away.
As long as I'm safely tucked in
They won't get their way.

I love to sleep.
For dreams give me wings
Even in a nightmare,
I always find my way.

I love to sleep.
It's the best thing to do.
Better than the crying, the anger
The pain of seeing you.

I love to sleep.
It's the only thing keeping me sane
Forever healing,
The wounds you inflict by day.
Every day.

The day I stop loving sleep
Is the day I stop loving life.

Word Song

I like words that tell a story.
Like epiphany, epitaph or reverie.

Spring Love

The air is moist, it's been raining
The sun wears a soft glow.
Summer is blooming into spring
Even the birds know,
You are here.

Stealthy Gazes

The way his hair fluttered
The way she smiled
The way he sang
The way she wrote
Neither knew the other noticed.

Lurking at Night

When your soul is tired and the eyes, weak
When your limbs succumb to the dreamy beat
When the sky is crowded with stars lit,
That's when poetry peeps out at night.

Stars Below

Twinkling stars
Travelling stars
Static stars
Halogen stars
A starry town comes to life 
At night.
Hopes and dreams
Lend their wings
As this town softly glows.
As I watch this sleepy town come to life
14000 feet below.

Noise

Clobbering utensils
Like the high school bell
Ring in my head.
One after the other and another
The cacophony continues.
The Universe expands
A man shouts, a child cries.
Somewhere, my sleep dies.
A mother begins singing
The child joins in.
Mellow laughter
Interspersed with utensil-smashing
The only way to get some peace,
Is to go deaf.

The Darkness Inside

Darkness creeps
Like a lone wolf
About to pounce
On indiscretions of the past.

The clock ticks,
As the prey runs
Desperate to hide
In a maze of uncertain shadows.

Fallible and naive
It senses danger.
But how can it hide?
When the real enemy lurks within.

Scared and lonely
It counts its last moments.
As the predator inside it
Patiently waits to make a strike.

It's during dark days as these
That my predator comes to life.

Views from a Plane

                                               

Blessed amidst the clouds

Of cotton candy.

The world beyond me

A meandering trajectory of choices.

There is no confusion up here, no choice.
Just an endless kingdom.
Never-ending, distant, stoic
Peaceful.
Makes me wonder
How does it feel to die in heaven?

A4 Briefs

Strewn about words

A4 briefs.

Unkempt, uneasy

Gasping for a little space,

A little grammar.

Impersonal black font,

The words gasp for breath.

As the briefs compete for space

On my stacked desk.

Small words come to life

On the backs of those briefs.

Poetry breathes

In this inane mundane world.

Giving me space

To breathe a little.

Wise Men

Oh Beauty, you heartless creature!
You snigger and sneer
As wise men make a fool of themselves
With the most banal of jokes
In your august presence.
All so your face lights up
With the enlivening smile
That strikes their erratic hearts.

It is true what they say,
Beauty has long played folly with wisdom.
But only the wisdom of men, they forgot to mention.
For the hearts of men, even the wise ones
Are governed by the beats of an organ far down
That not cares for intelligence or dumb sarcasm.

He

He's the pensiveness of a thousand roses
The beckoning of a constellation, far far away
He's the carefree laughter of a stream,
The sad painting that looked away.
He's a beautiful poem, an enigma, an epiphany.

A Deal with the Devil

Pen and paper beside

Endless thoughts brewing on my mind

Let’s see, how to begin

Oh look, there’s a notification!

Listless faces, infinite stories

Such overwhelming information

Might I just take a minute’s break?

Any likes or comments- a quick check.

Time passes, months fly

The summer winds gently sway

This raving demon consumes my soul

It carries me up and away.

Such a possessive spouse,

A more obsessive partner I haven’t seen

We are in a co-dependent relationship.

We’d have to go to therapy

But ah Facebook, only you have understood me!

Now you love me, now you don’t

You make me feel pretty;

You make me sound smart.

I’ve never met anyone like you

I’d trade every reality for this illusory you.

It’s true I haven’t read a book in eons

Not even made a friend- a real one that is.

But it doesn’t matter you see

My Facebook friends are more than 450.

We are closer than you think

We talk everyday, sometimes by night

And when my neighbour (some name I forget) commits suicide

That’s what I put up as status.

My FB friends are very concerned

They shower me with affection

I know they care and they do.

I’m not lonely as that neighbour too.

Morning to night, I search

Crazy anecdotes, curious sightings, whatever I can find

To impress my invisible friends.

But the day my status gets less than 10 likes,

I gasp. I stare aghast, afraid

To acknowledge my worthless existence.

Why does nobody love me?

Am I that repulsive, that boring?

What would it take to just ‘like’ me?

Because you see, attention is a transient drug

Keeps you high till the effects wear off

Very soon, 10 likes aren’t enough.

You need more and more. As far you can go.

His photo got more comments than mine.

Does that mean he’s more popular, more charming?

Ah Facebook you bitch,

You have created a pool of contagious narcissuses

Each feeding off the popularity of other

Distracting us from the real world.

Attention keeps us high, in a vegetative state

We’re all kings and queens here

Just a reflection of our true selves.

So take my home, my pen, paper and soul

Take my beauty, my vitality, my youth

Take my knowledge, my urge, I care not

So long as my profile is ‘followed’ the most.

Cast Away

I hate being ignored
Much less by you.
I hate being rejected
Not by anybody; never by you.

Despicable, tyrant of a heart
Says it improves my art
My tendency to rhyme
Is a farce to many; an obsessive crime.

I'll rhyme when I want
I'll write when I want
I'll feel what I want to feel
And you, Sir, are not going to change that.

You know what I hate?
About your whole bloody sex, I mean.
You make others care for you
Only to reject them right away.

What is this sadistic urge?
This destructive drive
To make people love you
Only so you could ignore them?

Now look what you've done
Made me hate myself
For falling into your charms
Only to be turned away.

Time and time again
Castaway.

Charm

It should be a crime to be so genial
And touch mountains high
It should be a crime to be so gentle
To shine as the bright blue sky.

You are a ray of warm sunshine
Gloomy days shy away from you
Burning so brightly,
You enchant all around you.

You smile and the world goes round
Your talk makes the rain sounds sweet
Your voice is like a string of pearls
Playfully creating their own harmony.

Now look what your charm did
Playfully nibbling away my thoughts
Been thinking of you all this while
And wrote a silly poem.

Don't lose your optimism ever
Don't ever lose your shine
You see, your light inspires millions
And you, my friend are pretty fine.

Curse

Oh Lord of the Land with your arrogant belly
You are no better than the bed bugs silly.
Greedily feeding on my toiling blood
Like a parasite, you suck and suck.

You'll get a taste of your medicine, loon
Justice will be meted to you pretty soon!
You will die a dog's death
Burst by shrapnel, torn to shreds.

Your family will be forced to beg
In hell, you will weep and crave
The same craving that I have now
To get out of the hell you bestow

Mark my words, you filthy little man
My wrath curses you, see what it can!