Concurrence

The roads crossed
The odes exchanged
Company sought
Solace found

The roads diverged
The good byes said
Company longed
New roads found

Concurrence -the ephemeral
A dot on the large canvas
Nothing would be the same with the dot
Neither the canvas nor the heart !!!

Flame

As an opening to another world
Enveloped around by the darkness
And fighting the night with its own armor.
Is the naked flame.

It sways and dances
To the notes on the violin
It stretches and cringes
With the wind's din.

Luring the gnats to kiss
It would burn them with it's love
And push them to the world within
A world of fiery light.

Waiting with its mouth little open
The naked flame lurks around to burn
Let it not die nor let it kiss you
For we got to spend this night
In the warm naked flame's light.

Lost Alexanders

Two souls met under the banyan tree
And dreamed of what they are going to be

They dreamed of green
They dreamed of sheen
They dreamed of light
And of the, end of night.

As lonesome warriors they set about
To conquer the world
They had it at their feet
With courtiers next to them to greet.
They became the heads of the fairy tales
Their name echoed in hills and vales

They were there and so was the tree
Only their minds wandered free
Filling with their dreams
The gaps between the stars.

Soon their minds were devoid of dreams
Their hands devoid of work
And they searched for some shadows to lurk.

The Road

Strolling the streets
And waiting till destiny meets
We just Walk alone.

Winds are against us
But we walk thus
Doing what others have done
Before going into oblivion.

It is the same struggle
You or me.
It is the same road
Just see.

You tell the story as you go
For a quick ear
Or an easy tear

You get it
And you take the same road
Into the oblivion
Just to keep you busy
Until your day is done.

Silent Witness

The hard rocked bosom of hers
Is a crypt for many stories
Tears through the eyes
Never drench her cheeks
In solitude and in solemnity
Peace is what she seeks.

Ever since she was made
By that passionate sculptor
She bore many wounds
Which only appeared to fade.

Silently she refused
The blood offered to her
She just mused
As they worshiped her.

She was exhibited
She was cut for any life
She, with the hard rocked heart
Never felt the knife.

As a mute audience
She lay in the rubble now
Figure shed and in no great form
But with the same hard rocked bosom
And tears which none could fathom.

"Cell" Mate

Connecting people
And bringing them closer
Is all that you know
In happiness and joy
In anxiety and frenzy
It is you they speak into.

Short messaging or free minutes
You always play your part
And help them speak their heart

You ring the same
In moments happy and sad
And you charge the same
That is why people are glad

You are a direction
In the madness of cities
You are a companion
In the lonely fields

You are making money
But bringing more hearts closer
You may be inanimate
But in this chaos
You are everybody's mate.

Waiting

I would be there
Waiting for you
I would be there
Counting the minutes few.

I would be there to relish
The smell wafting in the breeze
I would be there all ears
Listening to the silent missives

I would be there
Waiting for you as always.

Are you from the moon or from stars?
Or are you from the distant Mars?
Oh Venus! You have seized my heart
Just come to me and let me, then, depart.

As an unturned leaf
And as dead as a stone
I would be there
Waiting all alone.

Come with the breeze
And take me in your arms
Come to me soon
And kill me with your charms.

I would be there
Waiting for you
And breathing last,the air
That just touched you.