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

The Quest

The heart once again seeks,
Those leisurely days and nights
Having to sit around
In the imagination of the beloved

Soaking up the soft winter sunshine
Lounging in the courtyard
Pulling over the eyes, your
Stole as a shadow
At times lying prone and at others
Switching to a posture, lateral

Alternatively, on those hot summer nights,
When the easterly winds blow
Staying awake till late
On the spread of cold white sheets
To carry on gazing at the stars,
Sprawling on the roof

Or else in snowy winters
Atop any mountain
Listening to echoing silences
of the valley
Savouring those mushy moments
And holding them in the mind’s eye