Strong memories

Those leaves that rustle, and all they do is sing melodies
Often forgotten ones, like those of  childhood songs, sung when my heart had no qualms
Where summer brought not just sunlit evenings but mangoes on trees
And rains were the season of roasted corn on charcoal
As little , the little we could, we met , in class, after class
And that year is still as fresh in my mind, like the taste of a fresh brew of barley and hops
The sight, of you were not a wonder till you were around
But began to seem so, when I moved a 100 miles away
Yet you never knew, for I never knew either, You and me were both juveniles
The only thought besides the fog and morning haze I recollect to date , you
Now no longer a possibility of seeing, if yes minus the haze and fog
The light drizzle of those mountain rain, the gentle cold and calm
Yet in my mind, I see it all
Annealed as one
A sight I never want gone
Of closed eyes, yet most times I try to see it as childish
Are we not all still the very child, we were?
And then the age passes brings forth my current, currents of the flow of this very reality
That tug, and I in this duality
Exist, yet never forgot, not that I will, but if old age does catch up
And Alzheimer's steadily takes it toll
I wish it leaves your memory untouched
For it reminds me, of being in touch
A hint of my inner child
And as such, the peace of knowing.

Thoughts into poetry

Does time dilate when you are far away or does your clock just stop being away from me
For to me you are away longer than your perception of time
Do you stare at the sky asking for directions like me
Or like me, look away in fear, of being alone , without you in the grandeur of the starry night
Yet these may be just a measure of materialism
Are you and me  strangers to such thoughts, when they are so profound
When dawn, i wish for dusk
Do you wish for dawn when I wish for dusk
Like being tidally locked
Hoping to draw near to a time for our meet , knowing it is longer than either of us accept
Such is still true, and i still wander, curled up in my bed
Knowing you mirror me doing the same as you sleep
Does the universe conspire against you, do you think if it is still
Like I doubt, it does against my vehement wishes of wanting to catch your glimpse
Maybe we both do
Maybe there is no you
Maybe it is me, just you, in a parallel universe, a mirror of my soul

Konark

Where were you all this while
When my insignificance mattered to me
As I lived by watching myself
Grand, above the divinity

And as Meera, I stood before you
Crying like a child
Unable to understand, your grandeur
In tears

As I tried to capture your existence
My soul leaped away
Asked me if I could
And I felt humbled

For such is your existence
As I saw you, I felt you see me
My sight has no guts to stare
Yours peered into my heart

I walked to you
Sans the pseudo brilliance and tact
Abolishing my fears and will
Surrendered, such is your presence

Walk

Stare at the sunlight
For the shadow will always follow
Look at the path to walk
The 'walked on' will be left behind
Seek the fruit
The toil of the gardening shall fade
Rise,
The starkness of the failure shall set
As the bright orange turns to black
The black shall fade to orange
When you walked and fell
You picked up yourself to walk again
We are always the infant
For the earth is our mother
Always here
Holding your hand
Breathe
Feel her gentle hands warm your cold

Some Assembly Required

And if i had an unbroken heart
You would have broken it
It is now a jigsaw
So you nor time can break it
Call that my defence
Call it my fear
For I never have let it mend
Instead , made into a puzzle
For all that I am drawn to
Only manage to break it is what I knew
Here again
Scattered , this time again
Only as a puzzle
Though the edges are not sharp
Makes picking it up
Putting it together easy
You walk on, away
I am good at arranging this unmarked puzzle
Of my heart

Come with me
you need to see
The carefree breeze
Over the great blue sea
The sea churns at its mere wisp
Like your heart did in love's grip
Where is the red in your blood gone
And has the winter chilled your soul
Yet such is a momentary passing
For you will write over and again
Of these valleys and valets
Wallets and volleys
Winds, and wind chimes
Seas and good times
And then you will warm up
So come, start,
Let disconnectedness be your Muse.

What if I could choose
Where shall I rest my face
When I breathe my final one
Let it be in your hair
For they are the very essence
Of all I have dreamt of
And so shall be a fitting journey's end
They are my rain clouds
They are the shade of my noon sun
They are the scarf of my winters
They are, for they are yours
As I am
And as I will be
Until you choose to forget me

In a crossfire of death wish and wanderlust

If to die, where
If to roam, where
For I want to sleep
Underneath the stars
On a hill , breathe my last
But so do I want to , on a beach
And on the bank of a gentle stream
And the walkway of a forest, amongst tall trees
But you die once, and such is the tragedy
Living was good
Yet all it gives my mind is annoyance
Of being made to be , what I am not
Or being made to do what I won't
But is that not dying everyday?
Yet in a not so serene setting
Why not choose to die
Why not die , in bliss
But, so many places to want
Yet only one , i can die in

Yesterday was

As you sit and ponder
Do those moments mean anything
They did not , they won't
The time has passed
Yet you seek to rake the past
Does it make you happy
Does it make you sad
It doesn't
It is just a fading memory
It is the ash of the wood
That kept you warm and is of no concern
Such is the past
If you choose to revel in it
You are trying to burn ash to keep warm
Hasn't
Won't