A Mango Flower

You came in like a mango flower of spring

Shooing away the hangover of a cold winter

The vibrance of a touch of pink, a bit of yellow

Ampleness of green, wavering shades of red!

 

The melodious songs you sang with the cuckoo

The cool breeze and the warm sun you brought

The dances you danced with the chipmunks

Melodious, soothing, joyous and unwinding!

 

The summer interrupted briefly by June showers

A goodbye which was perhaps undeciphered

Searching in seedlings and saplings, Crestfallen

Still dreaming that I will grow old under your shade

 

Have you ever been free?

That when you take a stroll
You hear the birds and leaves
Not the voices in your head

And when you hum a tune
You hear not the disapprovals
But just the song in your head

That you can speak at your will
Express your perceived truth
Unshielded, and unmellowed

And when the load is weary
You can mellow at will too
And aren’t afraid to let go

That you can choose any path
The less travelled by or the other
And even choose not to travel
Have you ever been free?

When Hope and Realism meet and chat

Hello there!, Realism
What is with the flaunting name
Aren’t you merely Pragmatism
Whose taunting makes us tame

Oh! Hello Hope
Aren’t you ‘Daydream’ when drunk?
Hopeless romantic on a dope
You give a high and then we flunk

Ah, I see that Realism!
At least I have my friend faith
You kill joy and bring skepticism
Reduce jovial bodies to wraith

You got it all wrong, Hope
I got all my forecasts right
Your goals are out of scope
A culprit in every hindsight!

Realism! I give dreams
Eclipsing your calculations
I always extend extremes
With boundless imaginations!

Hope! When it is no longer glee
Dreams go and you are in pain
Cross the schism and meet me
And I hope, it won’t go in wane

The Block- 2

Subjects come and go and don’t inspire

Melancholy doesn’t help neither does ire

Characters are hiding behind secret walls

Hopelessness creeps in and I perspire

 

The pen is static and never scrawls

My mind wanders through empty halls

Unholy battle between persist and retire

There are no sparks nor any special calls

 

In a state of perpetual turmoil

Where I feel covered just in voile

Stories to concoct, so much to tell

But words conspire and I just toil

 

Reveries and reminiscences- I yell

Epiphanies- Eviscerate this spell!

Oh dear nature! help me uncoil

Break the block, free me from this shell

Weeping Abstractions

So, heard you killed someone
Who didn’t believe in your abstraction

You felt yours’ was more abstract
And the other’s not so much
Hence you could burn
That lady

And you! You thought nature
Was a better abstraction
So you nicely beat up
The old man

What about you? You lynched
That different one who felt
There was nothing
To Abstract

You both had similar abstractions
But different histories, right?
And hence, dead twins
On a father’s hands

I am sure your masters are overjoyed
But your abstractions weep

The Elusive Horizon

The beautiful horizon is so close by

Just a little away from the red ferry

Someone can surely hear my cry

 

On the horizon I will be so merry

I will feel the ocean and the sky

But someone mean is my adversary

 

As I seek and strive but never unify

My heart yearns but I become wary

Gloom will strike and agony, amplify

 

Why are you so elusive, horizon?

Infinitesimally close in my desires

Infinitely away when I actually try

The tiny giant wheel

Blocked traffic, losing my nerves

Jovial children ignoring the horns

Festivities of the fair seem lost on me

 

Deep breath

And I calm myself

For a moment I am four

Holding my father’s hand

He puts me in a tiny giant wheel

Scared and tiny me, enormous bliss

 

That eerie feeling which curtails nostalgia!

Back to sheets and presentations

Enormous goals, little joy

Longing that lost touch

Sigh of despair

 

I spot another tiny giant wheel

Contagious joy, urge to be there

But fearful and small me, no bliss

 

 

The Loss of Innocence

Crafty, calculative, devious, deceitful
Entered
The dove flew away

Naivete and gullibility departed too
But so did probity and purity

The child left
Honesty became conditional

I long to see the beautiful white
and want to fear the dark

But in front of me are just
Shades of grey changing continuously

My love used to be pure
Now even my hatred has clauses