To Anger

Anger,
Don't you remain an unwanted aquaintance?

You shake in mirth
As I shake,
Trying to leash you..

You blind me, confuse me,
enchant me, afflict me,
ensorcelling my words,
hexing my control over my own action..

Aren't you elated,
when I hurt those whom I love?
Why aren't you ashamed
to shackle me to you?
For I know you love me not!

I nurse their hurt,
and lift my torso to fight you..
But you strike behind my back,
Ignoble you!

Your intoxication, one day,
should rather not consume me..
For you'll die too..

Taking the taste
of your own medicine.

Lost faces

Yes, it all comes back
Every single time.

I want to see a face,
that I once saw
A face so deeply cherished in my memories..
I wonder where it went,
beneath unspoken acts and unmeant words..

I search for a face
and I see another..
Sometimes haughty, sometimes caring..
Sometimes naughty, sometimes daring..
But never sweet, never understanding..

A face was lost with time
I know not where it lies
I dare not find it

I wonder when I started wearing faces,
All, but mine own..
Mine was lost as that face was lost
A face with charming dimples
Now, a face with a dented chin

Now I wear faces
Mostly practised in the mirror
Ones that suit me best..

So I stand and smile in the mirror
For only with me, I see my face
For only with me, I see that face
Yes, it all comes back
Every single time.

Sand on the road

No now,
not so fast..
There's sand on the road..

The streets are muddy
And knees are wading
Wheels and tyres parting
Water into two
But not so fast..
There's sand on the road..

The road must be treaded
Time stays of essence
How to go about, when
there's sand on the road?

Breaking may kill
Spirits more than lives
What must be done, be done..
There's sand on the road..

My Precious

I roll up my sleeves and walk to you
You shine, black and sleek,
My Precious

My pulse rises as I walk to you
My nerves are a wreck,
My blood pumping faster than horses

I cast a look at you, My Precious
And you seem ready too,
To send a shot of adrenaline down my spine

A can of golden drink you devour
And send soft wind on my neck

My hair abandon the knot
The band, the scarves and all
As wind starts flirting with my hair

My blood rises and wind kisses me
As I go ahead, unhindered by you,
My Precious

I go where the road leads me,
And the path goes where I lead it...

Don't ask me questions, My Precious
For I won't answer anyway
My rebellions and me are out there

I stare at crowds and they stare me back
But none can stop me now
As I snake my way out, tactfully

If it weren't for you, My Precious,
Wouldn't the road be drab?
Just dust and concrete, mud maybe !

Now now, My Precious,
Don't throw tantrums, my dear,
For I love you much more than others..

Don't you fake chokes and coughs, baby
Don't you fret and stand still..
I love the road but you love it more..

Cheat the jams with me and hug me back..
Let's get high and let's get going..
The road's waiting for you and me..

Be the memory

Note: The following work is purely non-fictional and the message is purely intentional to a certain person.



Be the memory
That I cherish deep in my heart
That smile that makes me smile

Be the memory
Of the charming man I met
Of the stupid pranks you played

Be the memory
Of a thousand and hundred days
Of an incomplete 365 days

Be the memory
Of a reflected sunshine
Of the Gothic hatred

Be the memory
Of stolen kisses and hugs
And intertwined hands

Be the memory
That's unstained by lie
That's untouched by loathing

Be the memory
Of a charming lie, if it
wasn't exactly meant to be

Be the memory
Of a yellow teddy bear
And of its silly removed heart

Be the memory
Of making me a better person
Of loving me despite my many faults

Be the memory
Of desperate phonecalls
And of my stupid fears

Be the memory
Of a beautiful trial
Although it didn't quite succeed

Be the memory
Of someone who made me laugh
Each time my eyes leaked

Be the memory
The way I want it to be
The way it actually was..

Beautiful.