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

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.

Quandry of Life

Don‘t know how days so astounding
Have crept into Life
That, disjointed from my own-self
Even the shadow lurks around

A galore contemplation
And expectations abound 
The fixation over which   
My eyes felt sleep-deprived
That very thing bestowed
Upon me, the reward of grief

What I assumed to be bliss
Was indeed a silhouette of gloom
Akin to a few drops of dew
Shining on the sand somewhere
Such illusions of deceit
Often I was inflicted by