Slowing down

I'm getting tired of running,
Trying to catch the butterfly.
It's too fast, too ignorant of my presence.
It's raining out here
Pouring everyday
Washing my patience away.
I don't know how long it 'll last.
How long can I hold on?
Do I really have to move on?
Such a waste of an emotion.
I truly felt there was a deep connection.
I felt like I knew everything you said and didn't say.
But it now seems a big facade.
A lie just to pass the time.
To make your time worth the while.
Maybe it was in my destiny
To learn the lessons I refuse to read.
The butterflies shall hit me again.

I Miss You

Ever felt like wondering
Where you stand today and where are you headed?
I feel like I'm walking alone
No excitement no direction
Everything is still and quiet
I hear the sound of the needles moving
Every minute every tick and tock
Feels like there is a pit in my chest.
An emptiness crawls out every night I go to bed.
This isn't a seasonal SAD.
This is a fundamental change.
I see a helpless fight within me
I want to rush to my castle within me
The darkness and cold outside doesn't bother me
I feel cold within me.
I feel lonely yet I'm not.
I need your hand,
Your presence betrays me.
I have no rhyme scheme to match my feelings.
I miss you,
It's as simple as that!

Memories fade away

Time catches on,
Memories fade away
Each passing day, we forget the yesterday
I try to hold on but I have to let go.
Since you do not catch on
I have to let go
Of the sweet sunsets
The memories
What a waste!
Of feelings I felt, of the time I spent with you.
I knew this day would come
I knew you would turn away
Hence I made so many memories.
But it's hard to let go.
Let go of you and your memories
If I latch on, you will explode
So I have to let go
And the sweet memories remain so.
In a corner of my mind.
Such a sad waste of feelings of this kind.

That Autumn Love

Sun is shining,
There's colour on your face.
That Autumn love was special.
I still remember the phase.
Parks are still green,
The wind is cool.
Time is a whirlwind.
It could have been beautiful,
had the years changed.
I remember the nights,
the places, the sounds.

The Sun is still there,
But the warmth is gone.
The silken touch of the evenings is no more.
It's cold, very cold and pitch black.
I see no sound, hear no wind.
Only dark empty nights to fill in.
Time doesn't matter anymore,
Corridors are empty.
I remember your presence,
Your feet touching the ground.
The laughter and the sound.

Conversations with a stranger

I see you boy,
Smiling and giggling with other girls.
Looking around, wondering just like me
What are these people like?
How do they live and survive?
What is their story?
I want to hear your story, oh boy.
Tell me where you come from.
Does your mamma like your work?
Did you study hard at school?
I'm a dreamer and get curious every day.
I step into your shoes and imagine,
Where are you going, where do you want to be.
Do you think the same?
Smile on and get on with life.
You are in a happy place right now.
I hope so!

Sea of poppies

Red is the colour I see,
I see no tear no blood differently.
The sea of poppies forever remain,
Sadness I feel for thee.
Great wars you all fought,
For our motherland, our peace and our children.
We stand here today to thank you,
As you lay deep-under resting today.
Fought you did for the world we have today.
Divided yet united in pain we cry today.
The tears come for different mothers,
Yet peace is what we seek every day.
You fought in the great wars,
We fight the great war within, today.
Every child, in every time
Feels the pain.
The sea of poppies remains the same.

Touching lives

Somewhere I read about a man's death.
Seemingly insignificant was his life as one looked.
But hundreds mourned his death,
he had touched a cord somewhere with them.
He made their student hostel life a little more jolly and colourful.
Milon da was no more.
I did not know him.
Apparently, cancer took him away.
Students from Jadhavpur University were sad today.
They missed their Milon da.
They missed his food, his stories, his smiling face.
He touched their lives.
Millions of people touch our lives.
We humans make memories.
And in the end that's what we remain.
Dust and memories.
Remember the Milon da of your life,
before death takes them away.