Another face in the crowd

You were just another face in the crowd
Before we gathered random connections
And for random moments spent together
Wove few fanciful dreams of togetherness

And after so many years and events passed
As we now lost all connections between us
I guess I'm back to what I was once before
I am again just another face in the crowd

Fifteen Years Still Waiting

Fifteen years ago upon the college balcony
Our young and overenthusiastic drummer
Had set up his drum kit and dusted it twice
Waiting for his bandmates for above an hour

It was on a weekend when college was empty
But fest committee and overzealous performers
Ever active preparing for their minute of fame
But our drummer on top floor was bit impatient

So he called up his then best friend and crush
To vent out his anger and bitter frustration
That his remaining bandmates were so slack
Unknowing that the friend dated the singer

His friend called the singer and they finally arrived
The rehearsals did take place and then performance
But sadly the eccentric lineup for the band didn't last
When drummer soon found about the concealed affair

Years the drummer drifted playing here and there
No lineup ever lasted, no band was ever formed
And he made new friends, over years built career
But the dream remained - of forming a true band

Fifteen years seemed to have passed in a jiffy
Now the drummer set up his kit at own home
And he is now waiting for a jam this weekend
With the same singer who married his crush

Ghost in a shell

I feel that I'm nothing
But a ghost in a shell
And that's how it has
Always been anyways

But so far I never felt
Lost in the trappings
That made up my shell
It's loosened now a bit

Success makes the shell
Stronger and resilient
While it's an utter failure
Which brings the cracks

My dreams and visions
That made up my identity
Reality has now shattered
Now remain compromises

I survived even if the mess
But that reinforces the loss
Of all the things cherished
The broken shell has cracks

This shell which I thought
Was me was an illusion
And through the cracks
I can get glimpses beyond

Of time eternal ever-present
Nullness that ever permeates
Little that remains of myself
Seeking the final dissolution

Fork Ahead

Life going smoothly along

Such narrow straight path

That is was just inevitable

To have splitting fork ahead

Something was to challenge

My direction and speed so far

If I really made any progress

Or was I going round in circles

Not that I found any answer

But fact is the fork is ahead

And I have to navigate a turn

I don’t really have any choice

On the two sides of the path

Lies frightening wilderness

Something I avoided in past

This turn will make me face

Losing Grip

It’s been long since 

I’ve been losing grip

On things I felt I had

My control and choice

Now it seems the grip

I had was an illusion

Was nothing but device

That kept me going on

Now without I feel like

I’m falling into an abyss

Or rather I’m floating

While world rushes past

Nothing makes sense

Enough to hold on now

But may be that’s how

It was always all along

I thought I'd take a break from writing. But that is when the itch has come back... So back again from a small hiatus!

Closing Balance

I'm closing my poetry book,

I think I've written enough!

Enough of pouring emotions -

Of no value in the real world.

Once I wrote poems relentlessly,

Seeking my personal retribution...

Baring whatever within me I'd felt;

For all the pent up emotional hurt.

But now I'm numb and don't care -

The world has wisened me enough.

The pathos of unconscious shadows;

It is no longer what I can ever trust!

As I close my nonsense poetry book,

I get some vivid memory flashes...

Some lost candid smiles and tears -

I'll carry within as closing balance.

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It's been quite a tumultuous journey with this blog. I think I shared some of my darkest shadows and happiest moments here. Very likely this blog will be lost is the endless universe of the world wide web. Likely that its better that way.

Wishing peace and harmony to all... 🕊🕊

A Sum of Parts

A part of me remained with you
A bit of me that was free to live
And express my innermost self

A bit which broke apart and left
Never to return, but in my dreams
Ever since you had to leave as well

And a part of you remains with me 
A part you never dared acknowledge
A part you left behind to move ahead

A part of you which did resonate
With me when for moments lost
Between us there was no difference

We are but sum of all of our parts
Small bits collected here and there
To break and form as our life passes