Good bye

Good bye is the best word

In our English dictionary

Few know its significance

Those who do are blessed

Our lives are so cluttered

Useless things 'n routines

But we just keep clinging

To fill naked void within

Through years they grow

Till lives becomes a dump

Only death relieves burden

The weight of all unwanted

But instead if we had learnt

To say goodbye a bit earlier

Parted ways without anger

We'd have given little space

Then world'd be better place

Lesser conflicts, more peace

Lot more truth, a lot less lies

Fewer tears, genuine smiles

My last poem

I have been trying to write
My last poem for quite long
Something to finish it off all
All stifled emotions of mine

But each time there's been
Something remaining cold
And I wrote another poem
Another angle for the goal

Lets see if this poem can be
Really the last poem I write
Is there a point continuing
This battle for completion?

Funny all the things I have
Written about so far along
Past love which was a farce
Nature with windows closed

Behind all the surreal vibes
I could never hide the empty
No metaphor could change
Reality the way it really is

My poetry losing its point
Words needn't be wasted
Only with void is bit hope
My silence can sing more

So I challenge myself
You be my last poem
My one last romance
Guarded by the void 

My last poem
My last love
My last muse
My last song

Torn shoes

In a swank office
With carpet floors
But my shoes torn

In client meetings
Making dollar deals
But hair uncombed

Shiny macbook pro
Imported stationery
But I sleep on floor

Office get togethers
Posh food and wine
Fasting on weekends

The highs and lows
Tells me otherwise
Irony my true forte

Waiting room

Here's a poem inspired from 'Ijaazat' movie...


Waiting Room

Were we just friends?
Then there'd never be
Any deep heartbreak

Nor were we lovers
Circumstances kept
Us always far apart

Then what were we?
Possibly passengers
At the waiting room

Waiting for different
Trains to destinations
Sharing a cup of tea

A short break between
Separate journeys we
Shared some chit chat

Then your train came
You boarded on time
I got lost, missed mine

I stayed back overnight
For next train to come
Thoughts for company

Remember

I remember lots of things
How we first met, talked
Places and things shared

But in all these memories
Somehow you are missing
As if it was an imagination

A story without characters
Ghost town without people
A broken log floating a sea

Then what is there to hold
But a few material objects
To remind the forever lost

So I take these pages from
The tattered book of mind
Drop them to unconscious

The ocean with no bottom
A place too deep to fathom
Where the undead survive

Beer

Mug of cold beer
Golden and bitter
Are you my friend
Or really an enemy

I had despised you
For such long time
But strangely I've
Found an affinity

When with people
And I'm so bored
You give bit respite
Let me remain me

You make horrible
Oily starters ordered
Bearable or I'll puke
Let time pass faster

So I'll be back home
Alone and in peace
Where I never need
Beer's sly company

Poetry from Interstellar

I'll be taking a break from writing for a while.
Been a bit to overwhelmed and facing a burnout.

Sharing a poem by Interstellar movie which
really inspired me... written by Dylan Thomas.

"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night."

Wrong

Of course I was wrong
Why else would I rake
Guilt and burn in anger

Why my foundation did
Shake when challenged?
What caused all turmoil

My self like sand castle
Broke when waves came
It showed my fault lines

It's better things broke
My false self wiped out
Only now I can refresh

Set on another journey
Without much baggage
As sun sets on my back

Plant on hill

Dawn broke 

Upon the hill

It was foggy

Diffused light

Nothing seen

Beyond a foot

Even the grass

Down so hazy

Plant on the hill

Thought it was

A good time to

Look back life

Some bird carried

Recklessly a seed

Up the barren hill

Ground was moist

The sapling grew

Between the rocks

A few grass blades

Only for company

Ground was hard

But on hill there's

No goat or sheep

To eat it off early

View from top

On sunny days

Was spectacular

Time spent well

It grew up a tree

Youthful strong

But meditative

In its aloneness

But one day the

Naughty breeze

Carried up a kite

Torn from string

From the plains

Kite flew high

But now was

Lost confused

It landed upon

Tree's branches

Taking breather

From long flight

Tree overwhelmed

With a pretty guest

Held the kite gently

Shaded it from sun

The kite was made

With colored paper

Bit string and twigs

Fragile needed care

But its human owners

Tied it to sharp string

And threw it to wind

For their amusement

It flew but painfully

Tugged from leaving

Attached to deft hand

Like puppet on string

Then wild wind 

Broke the string

It flew far away

But sky desolate

The clouds abound

Beautiful, but only

A dream which did

Turn vapor touched

Days of drifting 

The kite landed

Upon the plant

Sitting upon hill

The lonely tree

Soon protective

Of kite trapped

In its branches

But kites are meant

To fly and travel far

Another wind gust

Kite plunged to sky

Tree shook leaves

With last goodbye

Accepted its life

Of contemplation

Now morning sky

Cleared with sun

The view from hill

Stretched like time

Far ahead plant

Now an old tree

Gazed from hill

But kite unseen

Moon and I

I saw the moon in the sky

With thy got enamoured 

Stupidly I tried to jump

But moon was too high

I tried climbing up hills

But moon remained far

I saw reflection in water

I jumped in and drowned

Flustered I tried to draw

The moon on blank paper

But my impression is not

Close to how the moon is

I tried to tear the paper

To many pieces and hide

But I myself got too torn

Began writing its hymns

But moon you remained

Always far to ever find

Now moon I try to leave

But you shower me light

Do forgive me my moon

For being mad like this

But without your light

I'll sink deeper in abyss