Life – I Ain’t Miffed

Certainly not miffed with life
Just a little perplexed
Your innocuous questions make me
Distraught at the slightest pretext

The thought of handling tribulations
To survive never did cross my mind,
That debt had to be re-paid
For beaming a smile, none did remind

Occasionally when my face, a grin begets
The lips seem laden with debt

The sorrows of life have taught me
Decoding relationships by casting new light
I found the comforts of shade
Under the bright, scorching sunlight

Now that emotions are welled up
Tears would trickle down the cheeks
Perhaps tomorrow for these very droplets
The eyes shall hanker to weep

Have no clue when it got lost
Where it was misplaced
That lone drop of tear
Which I had tucked away is untraced

The Healing Touch

Who’s that one with messianic healing touch
Whom do I reach out to
Let know, oh dreadful loneliness
Whom do I reach out to

Staying hushed suffocates every breath
Like a sting of a serpent
Disgraced, I feel in heaving a sigh
Whom do I reach out to

Phew! these sighs of silence
Deceiving the heart
Ooh this blaring sound of quietude
Whom do I reach out to

A Grievance

Although fostering a grievance
Come over simply to impair my heart
Retrace your footsteps, once again 
To forsake me and depart.

Let the illusion of my pride 
of love remain somewhat intact  
You may well bend over backward on occasion
To mollify me, as a matter of fact
 
Even though our relations are
Nowhere close to days of yore  
Yet, turn up for the sake of tradition and 
Ways of the world to fulfill a chore
 
To whom all am I obliged to
Disclose the reason for the estrangement
Conceding that you are irked with me
Show up for the world at large 
 
For ages, I have felt deprived of
The gratification of expressing grief
My beloved show up to make me cry
So that I could find relief
 
This confounded heart, yet has
Expectations from you to cope 
Do come back to extinguish 
These last candles of hope

Spurious Connections

Vows, promises, love, loyalty
Are no more than empty talk
No one is yours in this world, these
Fake relationships could take a walk

With a messiah in tow, you would
Still not be salvaged, despite the claims
Your own flesh and blood shall
At last, consign you to flames
Eventually, the one soaring in the skies
Will coalesce in soil, notwithstanding acclaims

They would stick together, in happier times
Only to abandon you while in distress
Professing false allegiance, people at large
Will themselves, your emotions transgress
Those out to deceive God, in manipulating
Humans never shall remorse express

Life So Vacuous

Filled with deep-seated vacuum
Is everyday life’s gist
Like a stranger in my own skin
I exist

Never letting up for a moment too
This sadness nowhere
Loses sight of my heart
At times with a smirk,
Inching stealthily on its tiptoes
Grief embraces me
Desist playing with me, oh my sorrow
This game of mockery

Never could I sleep
Having somewhere misplaced
My happiness, just like
After filling in name and address
one forgets by
casually putting it away
Strangely agonising
is this helplessness

Tottering Mind

It’s often also noticed,
From the shackles on the psyche
The embodied mind tries to break free
Thirsting for the unknown and
In search of a mysterious hope
The instincts are on a perpetual spree

Along the way,
On the path of life
The flowers that have bloomed blithely
Which of these do I filch,
To adorn it in the mind precisely

Am afraid,
Have no inkling of this complexity,
Unravelling it, perhaps too naive to know
Whom to embrace as the beloved and
Whose affection to forgo