As this May fades, I still see traces of my previous dreams
Upon this bed, I listen loud for questions writing wills
Have I been sour, upsetting all that tread upon my path?
Have I been kind, a sparkling light that brightens every heart?
Is this how youth goes away
When there’s still so much to say?
Is this how night turns to day
With too little time to pray?
Does my mind only conjure
All the best thoughts I can draw?
Does my spirit stay ashamed
Of the purpose yet achieved?
As May fades away, I see traces of hope
As I tick this day as gone, I still await a show
Maybe May was a stage sent to test my living skills
May May leave me good traces of these daring drills.
As this day fades like dust long sprayed
As the moments of the twenty four hours complete their course
As the moon overlays the skies
And the stars appear in their graceful apparels
I think to myself of the minutes saved
The moments lost, the times poorly used
Perhaps brooding over misfortunes gone
Or wishing for future fortunes.
Many like me archived today
Storing it in a briefcase without codes
Hoping that we may repair yesterday
In our ideal sketch of the morrows to come
We keep tiny bits of our breakfast till nightfall
Often too panicked that our bowels will scream
And cry pitiably for want of satisfaction
Or dearth of seas in our intestines.
What if we became buffs of the present
Living a day at a time, one step in the line
What if we turn off yester woes and future fears
To live in the present and just dance in today.
Like strange appearances
They stand at your entrance
Waiting in eager anticipation
Willing to bestow a solution
Dawn woke you to crack the nuts
Dusk left you hitting your head
But like a gentle touch in sharp cold
The door receives a knock
And your heart ignites with shock.
What happened to joy and merriment
And the three wishes of love, life and laughter
What happened to justice
And the carefree systems of order
Yet like infant babes naive of danger
We welcome the warm winter
Uncertain of the hovering outcome
Of an angel’s arrival at the dark hour
But thankful for the timely truce.
In anguish, we watch the weary grow weaker
We act concerned, but stay aloof
Frightened that our help may bring hell
Or that their curse may stain us
These children of humanity walk our roads
Seeking shelter and relief from the rain
The one that denies us harvest
Clearing off all the farm yield and grain
But shall nonchalance forever grace our faces
While we detonate their pieces
As if they are bombs without need of mercy
Or wanton frames hiding from survival.
Your body has set its own alarm
No longer in need of the clock on the wall
Your mind has drafted its own courses
Sharply discarding your to-do list
Withered seconds scream your name silently
Too selfish to let themselves go by untouched
Your feet hurry like the wind, not pausing one moment
To smile at the leaves and trees
Or enjoy the sensual healing of seas.
Can you take a day away
To rest at ease and save your face
Can you kindly forget your name
And your friends all around earth’s space
Can you perform like a mannequin
Without thought of timing anything
Can you take it slow like the snail
Since life loves the liver of it.
Life happens when we stop being afraid to stare our fears in the face
Life happens when we cease trying to answer rhetorical questions
Life happens when we just sink in the wind and fly nonetheless
Life happens when we let love lead and follow faithfully
Life happens when we forget to wear masks to hide our hurts
Life happens when we take each day like a path of grace
Life happens when we suspend all doubts that wear us out
Life happens when we cry even under the rumbling rain
Life happens when we keep our promises not because of gain
Life happens when we decide to win amidst the oddest odds
Life happens when we laugh even if no one understands the mirth
Life happens when we kiss a new moment goodbye with no qualms at heart.
Amidst the harshness of the economy
And the endless plight of the needy
There’s a desperate self-investment
Leaving millions in a cantonment
Lips quiver in unbecoming wailing
Eyes glitter with tears ever filling
Joints and frames lack the grace of life
Or the gaits of satisfied men in time
Doors stay shut, hiding from the single
Ignoring the panic of the unforeseen
Pretending to care about plenty things
All in the name of reckless ambitions
So the lacking become the wanton
And the sated lack knowledge of hospitality.