The Ironic Laugh

I stood as the center of focus

Happy Host to entertain all

my lips tinted flawlessly

plastered into the same essence

to be held at all times

Pleased, everyone could be

but not I, sensing

the rumble of a heart

sobbing at full volume

What else to do?

at this hour of catastrophe?

where fortune fails to empower me?

where haze cloud forever?

where bliss is enclosed in a shield, unscathed?

True living never barely depicted

It is always captured, concealed and tormented

Can I stride up to the dais

just to publicize my heart ache, or

Can I be the one

to usher the guest with grace?

One chooses the latter path

to be cheated by the laugh

Laugh is a hoax

assumed to be safe

yet always a deceit

never explains the brutal fact

that it buries in its roots

Roots swell, rupture and die

yet, laugh remains eternal.

Can love be explained?

Every now and then,

we include new people in our lives

Some strange, some incredible,

some cute and sweet,

others’ sour and rude.

Why is it amongst these

millions who cross us and walk off

there is only one who stops

to listen, makes us feel special,

gives his time and smile

and our share of distress too, in abundance!

and it is at that instant,

We close our eyes

and they quietly walk in

to give a Midas touch to our life

and settle into a huge space

in our altogether tiny heart!

My Soulmate

My sole companion she was

from birth till now

barely deserting me ever.

I ran from her

but she outran me.

Forced, I accompanied her

in spring, in frost

from hope to dark

from something to nothing.

I feared her, closed my eyes

Still she sat next to me.

I gave up in the end,

realizing the dire fact

She will never leave me.

I sighed and groaned

accepting her feebly

with open arms and huge smiles

My sole friend - my solitude.

But, my pan of fortitude 

empty soon, I prayed

to the Almighty for one visit

to Him in the eventual hope.

I prayed and longed:

At last, granted, He sent

for me, a raven

black as coal with heavenly glow

I glided onto it

but she was already there

Wont she leave me even now?

I spat at her with my ugly words.

He did not even flutter his eyes

I waited days and months together

She was still there -  my soulmate.

At last, I bowed before Him,

He opened his eyes, once

and gifted into my closed hands:

I didn't open open it, I knew 

It was a drop of love.

Discovery...........

Recently, I came to know about this very unfortunate incident which has occurred in the life of a young couple who resides in the same building as of mine. The couple had tied the knot only six months back. The husband breathed his last on-the-spot of the motor-bike accident. It was told that it was the unwanted hurry of a truck driver who tried to speed away before the traffic-signal would change, however, the deceased, as soon as the signal changed sped along and met with this head-on collision. Now this incident, as fateful as it is, actually rings many bells in my mind. I churned my memories and in every point of gloominess, I found someone responsible for it, apart from me. We are in too much love with ourselves so as to actually inflict pain onto us. It really makes me wonder that don’t we always suffer from the deeds of others? Isn’t there someone else always in our lives who causes the ‘unwanted’ knowingly or unknowingly? It can be a stranger or someone who is very close to us, but the point is, We, by ourselves don’t find trouble. Troubles find us through a mediator!

A Love Story

As I sat on the wooden bench,

overlooking the fringes of dusk

falling on the corners of

this wonderful sweet square;

A couple with the passion of

the sensation of first love,

embraced each other, and

repeated those three magical words

almost at the same time.

Something tingled at the

door of my heart and

drew me back to those young years

of love, fun and energy

the great time when only he

mattered to me at all.

How many times had he

whispered the same three words

when we were locked as one,

when we had had

those silly little tiffs,

and he would wrap his

arms around my waist

and say them, when he

would be away from me

and in those busiest of moments

call me and remind me of his love.

Long years of marriage,

struggle and kids, had long

forgotten in me that life exists

beyond all this as well.

Scratching those visible gray hairs,

I realized with shock and pain that

life with all its bounties had left me

cramped and cold, and I had never

articulated myself to my poor man.

Oh God! My mistake.

 

I stood up on my wobbly feet,

dusk had already invited the

dark night for its lovely stay.

My house was in unusual darkness

With little difficulty, I found him.

As usual in his comfort chair,

sleeping fitfully, with his book

across his chest like an armour.

 I knelt before him and said

         I love you, hubby

I felt he would be smiling at me,

showing his toothless happy grin,

looking into my shrunken eyes,

waiting to hear these lovely words,

But then I realized that,

I had been already too late!

It is believed by us....

                                                     It is believed by us,

                                              that luck happens more than once, 

                                                    but to be lucky in love,

                                             is to be lucky only once in a lifetime!

                                                    Yet, if you find that love

                                                     not so fortunate enough,

                                                        do remember that

                                                        once it walks out

                                                the doors remain so closed

                                                   that what later walks in

                                                are only through key-holes!