Languishing in Love

Every word you said,
Seemed to be filled with magic.
Every promise you made,
Appealed irrespective of the logic.

My heart used to pound wildly,
When I caught the first glimpse of you.
The earth moved beneath my feet.
I was truly, madly and deeply in love.

I remember nothing of,
How we spent so many hours.
Except the warmth, the affection,
The gifts and the flowers.

So, why does it feel so empty now,
Why this absence of passion?
We are together without a reason.
Has love gone out of fashion?

Is it true, what the cynics say?
Is love just another game in town?
Should every thing that goes up,
Must necessarily come down?

We live under the same roof.
Yet we seem to be so much apart.
The fire has gone out of our lives.
I don't remember asking it to depart.

Even if we go back to
Where we started it all,
I still doubt if we could do
Any thing to stop the fall.

I understand now,
Falling in love is not the difficult part.
The slow death of romance
Is what breaks my heart.

Serendipity

I had given up hope.
Well, almost anyway.
There were many reasons for that.
I was enervated.
I was exhausted.
All that time I spent flashes before my eyes.
Searching for that intangible that would make my life.

I had died a little every day,
As I tried to find out where I belong.
Money measured up only to an extent.
Success lost its flair after a while.
Even Power didn't seem to deliver.

I laughed many empty laughs during this journey.
I suffered many bruises to my self worth.
At the back of my mind, I knew though.
I was after various pursuits because
I wanted to wipe out that thought.

Searching for that intangible that would make my life.
It would be pure and it would be beautiful.
But try as I did, I could not locate it.
All the roads I travelled didn't lead me to it.
All the people I met, couldn't tell me where it was.

So, I wiped out that thought from my mind.
I joined the ever growing list of cynics.
My motto became: "I didn't see it. So it doesn't exist."
Though I could numb my mind effectively,
My heart refused to believe otherswise.

Of late, the battle between my heart and mind
Has attained a transcendental status.
The noise fills my head all around.
Everyday it gets that much tougher to defeat reason.
The voices cannot be made to go away.

Then one fine day, I found you.
I wasn't even looking for you.
With my hands in my pockets, deep in my thoughts,
I was walking by without taking notice.
You suddenly emereged in front of me.

You were pure and you were beautiful.
You were something I always wanted.
Even before I could say any thing.
You looked at me, and you smiled.
It appeared as if words didn't matter.

And then we walked along.
I knew you would be a part of my life from now on.
The funny thing is, when I was looking for you,
I could never find you.
I could never even feel your presence.

When I stopped looking,
You appeared out of nowhere.
As if somebody up there in the heavens,
Listened to my prayers.
As if you were sent by God himself.

Serendipity...

According to American Heritage Dictionary, Serendipity can be:
1. The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.
2. The fact or occurrence of such discoveries.
3. An instance of making such a discovery.

A thing of beauty

A woman is at her prettiest...

Not when she grows from a child and steps into her teens
Understanding in the process what being a woman means

Not when she matures into full blown adulthood
And makes every guy on the street turn his head

Not even on the day when her betrothed's hand she holds
And dazzles everyone with the beauty she beholds

A woman as at her prettiest...

When she walks slowly holding up her chin
Burdened by the little life she carries within

I Don't have the time any more

Another time, another place,
I would listen to all those carefully,
Who want to tell me, their tales of woe.
Taking every word to my heart,
Absorbing every surreptitious whisper into my soul,
Even though I knew, they would probably never do the same with me.

Another day, another year,
I would indulge all those unthinkingly,
Who want me to put aside what I am doing, and play ball with them.
Striving every step of the way,
Giving every iota of the pleasure of my company,
Even though I knew, they might never be around when I feel alone.

Another hour, another age,
I would go all out to build a relationship,
Even with those, who didn't really deserve a second chance.
Overlooking their annoying idiosyncrasies,
Ignoring their inability to rise above the ocassion,
Only because, I was attracted to a positive aspect or two in them.

No more! I don't want to deal with people,
Who never make the first move.
Who refuse to let go of their prejudices.
Who misunderstand my passion as a hoax to get attention.
Who would live and die in their self-created cocoons of spurious security.

I am sick of the Cindrellas, waiting to be discovered.
I am angry at the bigotry, of the disguised Khomeinies.
I have given up on the Freuds, who think they know me better than myself.
And, I am tired of entertaining overgrown kids....

Friends

If you always make amends,
And try to avoid dead-ends,
You are not friends.

If you put on a plastic smile,
And agree all the while,
You are not friends.

Believe me, this is not fiction.
The greatest ideas are born out of friction.