A Journey Cut Short

You and I till yesterday, as companions
Were inseparable at heart
What transpired in the journey today
That did us apart?

Though my heart fumes
Yet remaining silent is the aim,
I am not the one to complain about
For that matter, attribute blame.
How is it that the desires, yours and mine
Got crumbled and could never align

Wonder why the darkness never sheds light 
Till miles ahead, no imminent brightness is in sight, 
How did this dark-night come to life?
Causing an uncalled for strife

As much as I want to depart from your world
The more my love for you gets unfurled.
Our dreams that once got fructified 
Are now holding my hands tied

The proclamation that in death too
You shall always be by my side
At every juncture of life,
hand in hand stride
Why then, amidst our journey 
You chose to walk away and spurned me

A Failed Poet

As a poet much-maligned,
Having failed at my art
To enthral the gathering
From the poetic parley, I depart

Some remnants from my abode
You shall find
An anthology of this berserk rhymester
One of its kind
Unearth you will, another thing of mine,
A broken, empty goblet of wine

I yearned to walk on glowing embers,
On a bed of thorns lie,
Moreover, to the heart’s content,
My destiny decry
Oblivious of many such asks
I walk away from unfulfilled tasks.

Though on my last leg
The final journey is held-up
Wonder if my broken heart
Still has some desires pent up
Oh my heart, let me go
Allow me to take a bow.

Unfulfilled Dreams

Far away on the horizon
As the day tapers off
And the dusk like a coy bride,
Envelops the sky
My invigorating thoughts envisage someone,
Lighting up a lamp of my dreams

On an odd occasion, when
Unwieldy felt the gasp
Impulsively brimming with tears
were my eyes,
Someone with a flutter walks up
Furtively, tugging at the heart

At times the union of hearts,
Never comes through
While ties spanning generations
Sometimes emerge out of the blue
Caught in this dilemma profound, my hostile heart
Bears the brunt of others agony, despite being mine,

Privy to all the deep secrets, my heart
Knows how the dreams turned propitious
These dreams so exclusively mine,
Never shall their shadows be ever taken apart.

Existential Crisis

My existence so pointless for all to see,
Alike shadow of a parched tree

Despite the presence of loved ones
Dwells loneliness inside
Welled up tears manifesting glee,
My eyes have often cried.

Bawling in happiness had me cloyed,
In this world, I feel anxious and paranoid.

Monsoon has poured its heart out,
With passion, the rivers are gushing about
Flowers have started to blossom,
Smiling buds present a sight awesome

Barren remained a solitary branch, albeit spring shower,
That thus far never could bear a flower.

Harbouring A Dream

Languishing in the dark
With no plans afoot to embark
On a journey that lends stability
Perhaps, the lacuna is in my ability

Shifting sands of the economy
Threaten my existence to the brink of ignominy
By putting a lid on an ever so moderate livelihood
That for some years now, on a shaky ground stood

Diligence and earnestness are virtues bygone,
In an era of glorious technological dawn
Where analytics form an indispensable core
To measure your competency score

While the pursuit of quality is deemed so vain
Churning volume, merits recognition and, rewards attain
Cutting corners has robbed work ethic of its sheen
Employees these days are reduced to a machine

Pressures of survival, despite efforts, sustained
Led to exasperation and fears ingrained
Hounding did, at last, shatter the zeal,
Egging me on to break free, for once not kneel.

My instincts have charted a course astute,
Where the heart lies, moreover aptitude does suit
Call to action is the need of the hour,
To fulfil the dream of self-reliance that I harbour.

Hurt Fandom

Enmeshed in ties of blood,
Strung by an umbilical cord
With its snapping, a bud
Comes to life, that almighty accords

Besieged by inherent emotional bond
Through the journey all along
Flourish affiliations so fond
That one dreads to trample upon

Some gravitate for the love of craft
To others, intellect appeals by far
Rest connect with purity of soul
Cherishing memories of chosen heroes

Their legacy of accomplishments so inspiring
Radiate a cult like influence
Infusing hope in budding talents
Who otherwise by failure get dismayed

Hunky-dory the relationships seem
Till the moment they last
When providence casts a shadow of death
It dawns, how transient and fragile they are

In conjunction with emotions lies pain
For bereavement, none can be arraigned
Wish life came into existence
Without the frills of human intervention

The same bud that once moistened eyes
On its inception with tears of joy
While the soul departs from its body
Evokes wails and leaves us teary eyed