I am Sorry

i am sorry

Where does the sorry even start I ask,

when all these time I’ve been wearing this mask.

mask that can’t be unmask without trauma,

unmasking leading to melodrama.

 

I’m very Sorry for the things I’ve done,

for all the things done, which I can’t outrun.

Will settle with the Big One when I meet,

until then forgive and make me complete.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Journey of a Spring

Colorado Wildflowers - Yankee Boy Basin Evening 2

 

High in the mountains so close to the sky,
where eagles soar effortlessly and fly.
With few trickles you begin your travel,
so clean and clear one can see the gravel.
 
Only a foot wide yet filled with vigor,
rushing to meet your destiny quicker.
Helping people quench their thirst on the way,
at same time soothe their eyes with your display.
 
Over the cliff, under the bridge you flow,
what ordeals lies ahead you don’t know.
Innocent like a child you forge onward,
hurdles on your path you are least bothered.
 
After long journey you enter the plains,
where pollution starts getting in your veins.
With your strength weakened your speed starts to slow,
winding idly without much of a show.
 
It is here that you cause most destruction,
where your dark side makes an introduction.
With your overflowing banks causing flood,
you take residence and lives in cold blood.
 
Was any remorse felt or penance seeked?
for moral decay that started to reek.
Will you carry your burden to next phase?
who will pay for all the hope that was razed?
 
In your final phase you are broad and wide,
you ultimately meet your friend High Tide.
Battered and bruised from all of life’s lesson,
you hug the ocean and count your blessing.

Just A Song

sunshine-valley

 

Turn me into rain, turn me into long night,
turn me into your only passion which is right.
Make me into lyrics, into your heart’s voice,
turn me into deepest secret of your choice.
 
I am just a intoxication, so let me flow,
let me live my life and let it go.
Or give me a little space right next to your heart,
give me a reason why I am sleepless right from start.
 
We both have all the rest of our life to spend together,
just keep on smiling even if there is a storm to weather.
Let me be the soft wind which embraces you with affection,
let me be the morning sun warming you from easterly direction.

Have a Great Weekend

party

 

New month of new year is about to come to an end,

It is time to chill and hangout with your family or friends.

To hang out at the local bar if you are so inclined!

or to catch up on your reading, if you are that kind!

 

You can binge watch on Netflix your favorite shows,

or dance in the club until they eventually close!

You could meet your sweetheart at the local lover’s point,

or do something which will be your life’s turning point.

 

Do whatever floats your boat and have a great weekend,

please just do not waste the time which is godsend.

Will see you guys on Monday if god is willing,

till then, hope you guys have weekend that’s very thrilling! 

My Hometown

mountain

By the foothills of mighty Dhaulagiri Range,
where time has not brought much change.
Lying just at the end of a shallow valley,
is my hometown which I miss very much daily.
 
It’s more like a village if you ask me frankly,
with just one narrow paved road skirting it lazily.
Forest and fields surround it on all four side,
place I call my hometown with sense of pride.
 
Nearest town is about half an hour away,
nearest city is at least two hours away.
Which means it has the clear blue sky during day,
and at night you can clearly see the Milky Way.
 
A place so small, everyone knows each other,
whether in joy or sorrow, everyone comes together.
Even with Google map you will have trouble finding it!
“Far from the madding crowd” sure sounds like a fit.
 
Some might even call it a “One horse town”
yet my cherished memories were created in this hometown.
Now I am counting the days when I will see it again,
eager to see what parts of it remain, with a joy unrestrained!

 

 

Midnight Ride

midnight-ride

 

A night to remember and a ride which can’t be unremembered,

recollection as well as emotions of which is still very untempered.

I can still run it through my mind as if it happened yesterday,

will bring smile to my face until it’s time for the judgment day.

 

Day went by as usual with nothing significant to recall,

so started my regular round of drinks sometimes after nightfall.

One drink let to next, before I knew it, it was midnight,

oh ! you should have seen the moonlit night with all the starlight.

 

Being in a village and far from the pollution of the city,

everything from trees, hills, stars and moon kind of looked so pretty.

That’s when the devil in me suggested that I should go for a ride,

although a bad idea, but who am I to disagree with my adventurous side!

 

So I tiptoed out of the house and quietly closed the door behind me,

went to my stable, just kidding, it’s a bike not a horse, you see.

Dragged my iron horse for a short distance away from my dwelling,

between the nosy neighbor and the barking dogs, there is no telling!

 

Just one kick to the kick-starter brought my bike alive with a roar,

now it’s just me and my bike, what more can a man ask for.

Like a lover I coaxed my bike gently to move to first gear,

I have always been gentle and treat my bike just like my dear.

 

A narrow paved road without streetlight took me to the hill nearby,

before long I was climbing it’s steep winding road on the fly.

Little twist of my right wrist brought instant feedback from my bike,

as it pulled up the hill like a horse I come to like.

 

Once on the top of the hill, I stopped to soak in the night scene,

and to light an incense to the local Gods, lighting a cigarette I mean!

Trees on the both sides of the narrow road appeared ominous and dense,

not a single soul in sight, I reckon they have more common sense!

 

Just to top off my high, I took a swig of drinks I carry around,

sounds of insects of the night and occasional dog barking can be heard in the background,

The small hill was a plateau and I could see mountains in the distance,

it looked so tempting that there was no use resisting it at this instance.

 

So it was time to set out to the next goal of climbing the inviting mountain,

feeling of adrenaline rushing through body and excitement of the unknown was hard to contain.

Reached the base of the mountain after riding for about half an hour,

from down here the mountain seemed very much like a sky high tower.

 

As the destination was within reach, there was no thought of turning back now,

a fainter heart would have turned back and more likely make an excuse somehow!

I put on my earphones and started a Trance song to go with the atmosphere,

began climbing the steep slope at a slow pace, all the while on first gear.

………………………………………………………………………..

 

 

p.s – by Bike I mean Motorcycle

Unanswered Questions

forest

 

Where do we go from here is the open question,

raking my brain so hard yet there is only confusion.

Whether to continue or to live a life of seclusion,

can anything be done to this life we call delusion?

 

Why have so much negativity crept into my writing?

it used to be much more lively and exciting.

Is it just a reflection of state of my mind and soul?

with such heavy heart, how can one expect me to be whole?

 

Like a toy whose keys has all been unwind,

I stare at the window with an empty mind.

Striving hard to come up with something positive to say,

it looks like this is not likely to happen today.