The wild flower - Part 1

They were not supposed to meet
A wild flower and a garden rose
But destiny thought it otherwise

Garden was close to wilderness
Among many other flowers grew
Red rose with many sharp thorns

She was fully aware of her grace
She was the queen of the garden
The hermit gave it the most care

The hermit lived in a wooden hut
With garden at the edge of forest
Made medicines with wild herbs

One spring after tremendous rainfall
Some new ferns and shrubs appeared
On the edge outside the garden fences

Freshly bathed and scented, the rose
First didn't even bother to outsiders
The vagabond plants were too lowly

Few days later upon the new plants
Came a sparkling white wild flower
Sun basking her petals, rose noticed

But of course the rose was too proud
To talk, she kept mum for quite long
The wild flower scanned the garden

Not used to formalities of the garden
He chatted with most garden flowers
Everyone felt that he was little crude

The wild flower - Part 2

Being from the wild, he had instincts

The wild flower could communicate

With birds, insects and trees around

He found the garden flowers shallow

They were not concerned beyond the

Garden where they all lived and died

The plants and creatures outside were

Considered lowly and not trustworthy

Even white wild flower was left alone

The wild flower soon turned towards

The forest and became good friends

With a visiting swallow bird nearby

He heard about the swallows tales

Crossing oceans, whales, mountains

But the swallow soon flew far away

Wild flower remained lost in thoughts

Painting vast landscapes in his mind

He had no company but was in bliss

One day early evening when flowers

Prepared for their long beauty sleep

Rose discreetly spoke to wild flower

'It was always my dream to fly

Soar the horizon, touch the clouds

The wind would lift all my petals'

'Amazing', the wild flower said to her

'But we are plants rooted to ground

The swallow said its beautiful above'

The wild flower - Part 3

And thus the rose and the wild flower

Mingled and talked irrelevant things

Like tigers, hedgehogs and wild frogs

The rose said she was totally fearless

Because of her thorns like sharp claws

'My leaves are webbed, I can also swim'

The wild flower was too much in awe

To make any contradictions to claims

Dazed he felt she could swim and claw

Weeks passed and they became so close

Much to every garden flowers' contempt

How could their prize value a vagabond?

But there was more coming on their way

The mighty King came hunting to forest 

While chasing deer he fell from his horse

His foot was badly bruised and broken

The soldiers knew of hermit's medicine

They carried the fallen king to the hut

It took three weeks for hermit treatment

Herbal ointments and boiled root paste

And the king was back on his feet again

Before leaving the king saw the garden

Impressed the king told the hermit that

He wanted the rose to gift his daughter

The hermit was taken aback and said

'I don't intend pluck any of my flowers

They wither to death soon there after

But since you are my guest of honor

I don't make promises, but shall see

If it's what is truly meant to be done'

The wild flower - Part 4

Thus word spread across the garden

The rose will be part of royal bouquet

She'll reach the princess in her tower

The flowers all ushered to the rose

Will they tie on her golden ribbons?

And be draped in a royal silk scarf

Even the rose felt truly honored

She had reached the peak of life

Her beauty will be royal legend

She grew anxious in happiness

For dawn of Princess's birthday

But the wild flower was unhappy

'The rich royal scum have no right

To uproot you from your ground

Stay back I'll defend you always!'

But the rose knew her time had come

She'll be uprooted and soon be killed

But have her final moments of glory

'Farewell my dear friend I'll miss you

You were only one to see behind the

Lavishness, I'll soon come to my end'

'No!' said the wild flower, 'We'll all

Rebel and never let you be grabbed'

But all flowers minded own business

And the night before princess b'day

The wild flower saw he was helpless

His dear will be taken and he'll see it

Though tormented and fighting within

That dawn when he closed eyes a wink

When his eyes opened, rose was stolen

The garden flowers forgot next moment

But wild flower planned to take revenge

Till he realized everything in life is futile

The wild flower - Part 5

With days wild flower grew restless

He wished to set out to search rose

But he was a plant and deep rooted

Maybe the swallow will return soon

I'll ask for a ride in her beak and fly

To find the royal bouquet with rose

But the swallow never came back

Slowly the shrubs became a mess

Wild flower was withering away

Then one day the hermit did notice

There were so many weeds outside

The garden now looked so clumsy

Next day the shrubs and weeds

Were all cleared, the wild flower

Was never ever heard of again

The garden flowers made a legend

That the wild flower went to temple

And became part of God's garland

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'Cough! Cough!' wild flower sneezed

'Wohoooooo! Now I can fly!', rose said,

'It's cold here now just hold my hands!'

The rose and the wild flower sat adjacent

Two flower pots kept at princess's window

Up on top of the tower of the King's castle

The wise hermit gifted plants with roots

And with the wind the rose spread leaves

Holding together they touched the clouds

The End

Decided to speak

Here's an old poem I wrote months back...
One of my personal favourites!

Decided to speak

There was a tree

Near an old street

Sat and meditated

For years and years

Until one fine day

A kindly God arrived

Gave a boon to him

Ask anything, you'll get

The God promised 

To come next day

And grant whatever

The tree wished for

Tree started thinking

What did it really need?

Sunshine, rain and earth

It always got plenty

Flowers, fruits and leaves

Always produced in season

Playful squirrels and birds

Rested happily on branches

All through the night

The tree pondered

What was worth having

Suitable gift from God?

At dawn the cuckoo called

And the tree knew at once

What he really wanted

Decided he wanted to speak

He had never spoken before

Even when screaming inside

The rabbit when killed by a dog

Delicate sapling when trampled

With the first rays of Sun

The God arrived again

And asked if tree was sure

The Gift can't be returned

'Yes I am', said the tree

The apparition disappeared

'Haah! I can speak now'

Growled the proud tree

A milkman was passing

Early morning with milk

'Good morning! Regards

To your sacred white cow!'

The milkman in utter shock

Looked up at the branches

"Hey! Its me", added the tree

"Bhoot! Bhoot!" away he ran

Rumour spread like wildfire

And the street got deserted

"These cowardly humans!

But I like solitude", tree said

Two white pigeons were

Snuggling in their nest

Tree said, "It's so hot here!"

In fright pigeons flew away

"Not really my friends"

Said the tree to himself

Very soon every squirrel

Disappeared with the nuts

Even the seasonal woodpecker

Decided to bore other trees

"At least I'm spared the pain"

But it was bitter sarcasm

So everyone left, tree alone

Only a quiet butterfly came

Sat quietly on its branches

Always left every evening

The tree in the cacophony of

Birds, squirrels and humans

Had never noticed it before

Butterfly now the only one

She sat on his green leaves

Hopped between branches

Sometimes she napped and

Flew to flowers for nectar

With her the tree never felt

Any urge to ever speak out

There was nothing to say

The moments were complete

And months passed in bliss

The tree didn't once speak

Autumn had now passed

Winter slowly made its way

Flowers all disappeared

The starving butterfly

Gave a hug to the tree

And decided to fly away

The tree wished to say

A final goodbye to her

But emotions choked him

Words remained unsaid

Many years passed since

In quiet contemplation

The tree's growls were

Soon forgotten by all

The birds and squirrels

Returned back with joy

Even the milkman went

Chanting - 'Ram, Ram'

But the butterfly never

Came back even once

Everything became normal

The tree never spoke again

Tides

You then left
Too suddenly
From my life
Without trace

I wasn't even
Informed well
You moved on
Before I knew

It's fine actually
Was meant to be
Problem was the
Time lapse there

I was too quick
To make a move
You were faster
Leave and let go

Now that it ended
There's eternity of
Time between us
The tides can ebb

Love

When you confess

You love someone

Its more a promise

Than any statement

The promise of love

Is just commitment

I made my promise

But it wasn't backed

One can't clap with

Just one hand really

One-sided romance

Thus totally doomed

The higher climbed

Harder falling down

My doom was death

Somehow I survived

Coming from the dead

One's attitude changes

Life is too precious for

Anything not genuine

Hence its essential to

Reduce attachments

And find inner peace

Before it's all too late

Dawn

Someone pointed we lacked

Any spark to ignite romance

It got me angry not because

It might be wrong, actually

It might be completely true

That my feelings were selfish

Since I never cared what you

Felt for me in the first place

Friendly affection was only

What we shared between us

Whatever I did had agenda

To me you were a conquest

From a dear friend I became

Lots trouble, embarrassment

I pushed to point of no return

And strangely enough, all of it

Seems true, I've got no defense

Everything I'd felt or I did was

Completely wrong, and fading

Away is right thing to do now

Then do I plead guilty?

No absolutely I am not

Something in me says

My feelings were true

And my actions right

In the larger scheme of things

This is what was meant to be

The beautiful moments for me

To always cherish and life will

Go on and soon there'll be dawn

Rust

I opened my guitar case
After months of neglect
The guitar was the same
Except mild coat of rust

Strings my fingers slid
Now didn't sound sharp
Guitar felt just the same
Except mild coat of rust

I composed a new song
As melancholy as I could
It still sounded the same
Except mild coat of rust

Its been eternity of silence
But now calmness prevails
I remained quite the same
Except a mild coat of rust

Adios

I was finally able
To pack my bags
Reached station
Few hours early

The train is yet to
Come to platform
I barely managed
To find a seat here

Mumbai station is
Brimming crowd
The night before
I packed, cleaned 

Last I was leaving
Empty hostel room
Where I spend days
Gazing the window

Light of early dawn
Window lit the room
It'll be mine no more
Someone else to fill

You gave me a hasty
Goodbye, brought a
Charger I left at class
And a bronze elephant

Now at the station
Loudspeaker said
My train at platform
I tugged my rucksack

Was there anything
I was leaving behind
Only half of my heart
For you to keep safe

The whistle blows
The train moves
I take a last look
Adios my Mumbai

I'm sorry

I'm sorry I've been
So insane and lost
When you were there
I got so overwhelmed
And when you had left
I kept ranting so much

I'm sorry but now
No matter how much
I try to grasp feelings
There's really not much
I can keep holding on
Except some moments

I'm sorry but its time
The waves must wash
Our footprints on sand
And nothing will remain
Somewhere far far away
Wish you find happiness

Perfect

Actually it's quite hard
To be perfect anywhere
Even cooking a perfect
Omelet takes a lot care

People take so many years
To perfect one unique style
Years of toil to finally find
A career truly worthwhile

I too perfected something
Of becoming totally futile
The perfect gamma male
A self-sustaining agony

Grunge become thy name
Poetry of madness and loss
Dark humor none can match
Abstraction to escape reality

Like a star which didn't
Explode to a supernova
But sunk in within itself
A perfect dark black hole

Whenever there's perfection
There's scope for singularity
That way I'm quite fortunate
There's seed for a final unity

Surreal

Last night I met you

In my dream world

There you told me

How you met him

About your romance

How the initial

Affinity led more

Till you parted

But came back

Cycle continued

And now my world

Comes to a perfect

Circle of actions and

Their consequences

I’m free now from you

Freedom needs courage

I was happier warped in

Memories and daydreams

Maybe someday you might

Remember and come back

But that return can't be

Pleasant at all, It’ll mean

You’ve broken beyond

What I’ve had become

There’s no turning back

The pieces are slowly

Fitting together now

But the picture formed

Doesn’t have me at all

It’s your new romance

Time and space pushes

Me now to take a step

Beyond from the story

Reality doesn’t need me
Surreal now beckons

Ablaze

Wish I had written
All poetry on paper
Then I'd have set it
Ablaze, see it burn

Hundreds of pages
Fanned by the wind
Embers flying up
Ashes falling down

All lost and wiped
From face of earth
There'd be nothing
Left for me to grasp

And soul trapped
Within a rib cage
Would finally fly
And never return

Contrast

Poetry is useless
Poetry is creepy
Mundane things
Made too weepy

Poetry is great
Wings to soul
Introspection
Truth behold

Poetry is madness
Poetry calls death
Take things gone
All the heartbreak

Poetry is sublime
Poetry is abstract
Poetry is nothing
Poetry everything

Suppose

Suppose 
Nothing happened
I was only a bit lost
Regained my path
And found back life

Suppose
There's no pollution
Earth has a disease
With million years
It'll be back normal

Suppose
I met you again
After many years
I found inner power
You beautiful as ever

Suppose
The ocean waves
Blue green forever
Your hand in mine
A beautiful zephyr

Lines behind lines

One might wonder 
Why I write like this
Contradictory ideas
And so vague notions

But my poetry is just me
It's all that's true in me
In my real life I'm lousy
I have sold myself totally

There's a job, but its a job
Parents are my parents
Friends are like friends
But that's all they are

Poetry is my commune
With my inner true self
Its my only meditation
And it's foggy reflection

Rest of me, most of me
Is feeble, vain, affected
I just live like I'm dead
Struggling for morsels

P.S. I love you

P.S. I love you

Though my english

Is actually quite bad

Many grammar/spelling

Mistakes I keep making

P.S. I love you

Though I always

Mess up everything

I eat too much

And I am so fat

P.S. I love you

Though I never ever

Finish work on time

Unaccomplished

I'll always remain

P.S. I love you

Though you never

Liked me and find

Comfort in someone

Else's eager arms

P.S. I love you

Though I know

I'm ugly and bad

And you'll never

Even look back

P.S. I love you

Though I'm crazy

There's no doubt

But it's also fine

I am what I am