my summer day

Wish it could be a summer day,

Wish I could fly to my summer today.

The beach and the stones by the Pier,

My pal and I enjoying a sip of the evening cheer.

Wish I could fly to my summer today.

A bright sunny day and a long night ahead,

I seek solace in the morning Sun,

by the Brighton Pier.

I miss chasing the rays,

Wish to walk by the Pier.

Where is my summer Sun?

Wish I could fly to my summer today.

The piano player

As the keys click on the piano,
I feel your touch on them.
Every sound every sigh reminds me of your presence.
It sounds like a heartbeat,
A sad song from the dead.
In a parallel world,
I'm sitting besides you
Writing a song.
The lyrics are unclear.
It is not a love song, not yet.
I write about new beginnings
And sad endings.
I see you looking at me,
As you play the key.
The light has filled the room
And there is silence on the Chapel Lane.
We shall stop making music now.
The dream is lost
Your face fades away,
As I wake up from my sleep.
Lyrics make sense now,
It's a love song with a sad end.
The key matches my note,
To be together we were never meant.

Moving On

And we continue to lead these independent lives
Seemingly erasing our past away.
We go on dreaming,
imagining like there was no yesterday.
We are lost among the millions of Christmas lights.
The speed of time takes us far away from our memories and plight.
Is this what they say to wither away?
One day you are a smiling green,
then you turn a happy red and alas,
The paleness sets in.
I seek peace in the warm coffee,
In my chaos, I search for order.
Happiness is far away.
I shall fill my life with things that give you meaning.
But it will remain empty.
I try to make sense of every word we spoke,
but a mystery it remains.
I shall put the pen down,
One final time.
When my mind stops speaking.
It is going to take a while.

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.

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.

Merry Christmas and the good old school days!

Another eventful year comes to an end with the last of its holidays going on. Every year Christmas reminds me of my Christian Missionary school days. Mary Immaculate Girls' High School celebrated the festival loaded with activities. It was fun to watch some bright students enacting Mother Mary and looking innocently at the baby Jesus (it was a doll, except for one year when a real baby was used). Of course, girls who got the role were teacher's favourite and star students of the school. They were remembered for the rest of the year as 'oh-the-girl-who-got-the-lead-role.' But I remember my role as a shepherd or a king. I used to be so happy to be a part of the drama (I wonder why as these roles never had any dialogues or even movements on stage. We just had to stand in one place and smile at the baby doll).
Another thing I remember is the yummy strawberry ice cream. It wasn't exactly yummy but it was provided by the school and holidays were due next day made it taste good. I don't remember but I think we had some take-home gifts as well. Like a pencil, scale and eraser set. And of course the lovely Santa who threw toffees at kids engrossed in the play.
These things were not exotic or fun in today's grown-up sense but somehow completed my picture of a complete happy christmas. They are a part of my good-old-days-memory now. Merry Christmas and a very happy new year. :)