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

Oh, Gory Death

Always on the prowl,
Oh, gory death
Searching for ways foul
To surreptitiously snatch a breath

With a colossal appetite
Insatiable in its usual fill,
Now feeds on mortal’s plight
Breeding corona for cheap thrill

Indiscriminate in choice of the palate
Devouring young and old alike
By infesting scores through secret ballot
Mayhem in households strike

Rejoicing in human upheaval
Has been its horrid hallmark
Unleashing epidemics since time medieval
To plunge the world in times so stark

On a mission intrinsically so inhumane
Wielding a vice-like grip on mankind,
Brazenly disrupting the familial chain
contrarily inhabiting cemeteries un-designed.

Battling unprecedented jolt at length
Although the world has resigned
Yet death, in a show of strength
Through new mutants continues its grind

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

Ordeals of Life

It’s hard to fathom a sensation of heartburn
And a storm in the eyes
Why is every soul anxious in this city
I fail to surmise

Conceding that heart is alive and kicking,
Can one probe a reason for it to pulsate
For what reason apathetic and lifeless
Like a stone is its state.

Inexplicable, oh my friends
Is the extent of loneliness
How come, till the line of sight
there is wilderness

Is there anything distinct
In me, that reflects
The mirror seems to give
An impression of being perplexed

The Travails of a Loner

A loner in this town
Through the afternoon and well past sundown
Looks around for means of subsistence
And a dwelling with endless persistence

The day is akin to a hollow vessel
And night resembles a pitch-dark pit
These gloomy lonesome eyes
In lieu of tears, smoke omit
The motive to live none at all, however
With thoughts to perish as an excuse, wrestles.

Having never witnessed these longer than life
Roads reach their destination
They keep sprinting across
Not for a moment halting at any station
In this strange metropolis,
Seeks out a recognizable face to criss-cross