The Game of Wanting

 What I want... slips from reach,
A ghost in the dark, a word out of speech.
I stretch out my hands, but all I find,
A space filled with longing, a restless mind.

What I have... I don’t crave,
Leftovers from battles I didn’t save.
They gather dust on a crowded shelf,
Fragments of a life that’s not myself.

What I seek... hides away,
A treasure buried, led astray.
Maps I’ve followed that fade to mist,
Paths that twist and then don’t exist.

What I found... I can’t face,
Truths too sharp, too full of grace.
They cut like glass, they burn like fire,
Testing the edge of my heart’s desire.

What I’ve endured... I didn’t deserve,
Echoes of choices that dip and swerve.
Lessons etched in scars and lines,
Worn through years and stolen time.

How much more elusive, will life dare to be?
A riddle of shadows, never set free.
I’m caught in the chase, in the wanting’s snare,
As life holds its secrets, just out of air.

Nature's Fury...

Bombay, July 26, 2005 ~

Her eyes glaring at the non-obeisance

her unrelenting fury on the rising violence

her silent cries ruffled by the aberrance

her radiance filled energy striking at humans

in the form of intensified lightning bolts

as a mark of an end of her endured resilience

scathing everything within her vision

such was her anger that she destroyed lives

submerging the city that never slept

shaking earth as she kept moving on n' on

leaving indelible emotional scars at every turn

devouring the mark left behind in the minds

of humans by the avalanche n' deluge!

The chaos, wrath, fury took awhile to calm

and 'twas in the queer stillness that it dawned

that Nature to be commanded must first be obeyed

and behind the realm of her wisdom n' benevolence

resides a fierce acerbic unmatched super power

which is best when in its soft demeanour form!

To invoke or soothe this Nature's fury, and

Time's wrath - lies totally unto us…

Let’s together ensure that it will not recur..!!

Emotional Scars

scars get inflicted in all walks of life
while some are external n' heal with time
it's the emotional ones that leave their mark
n' remain etched, dark n' deep in our minds!

these scars're hidden n' do not 've any visible form
torn, deranged n' fragmented are how they exist
they're caused when the heart is pierced n' bleeds
for the free flow of mental trauma refuses to cease!

a surge of emotions wreath around such scars
making one a wreck trapped within oneself
faltering faith, broken heart, shattered hopes
depression envelopes as they erupt like tropes!

emotional scars are scathed within n' do not show
akin to the deep wounds that do not heal
it's seldom that one can really feel n' see
what the one with the emotional pain deeply feels!