Numbers and Faces

1.

 

Story is about numbers and faces,

started in college in bygone ages.

On bus ride to Dhasa was the first contact,

with a face I barely remember much.

 

Deepti Naval’s face she did resemble,

was pleased to find her so agreeable.

For few hours we made love in an inn,

that is how the number story begin.

 

Although I lost my chastity that day,

memories are too hazy for replay.

Not asking her number I do regret,

but she being first, how can I forget.

 

2.

 

Nothing exciting about number two,

emotions were missing between us two.

My dear friend wanted first contact with her,

he lost the race coz he was amateur.

 

It was certainly an awkward mating,

with roommates pretending to be sleeping.

Was a mutual consent with no contract,

it lasted two days and we lost contact.

To be continued……

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

 

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.

All I Got

 

Gave love all I got,

would be enough I thought.

Turned out to be nought,

left me out to rot.

 

Felt no pain or anger,

filled my heart with hunger,

to make it last longer,

would that be a blunder?

 

Husky voice still do linger,

in my mind little stronger,

Like a warm coats in the winter,

making me into a thinker.

 

I’ve been here many times before,

without me even asking for.

Time to swim for the shore?

before my heart is sore?

 

Day the Music Died

 

Clenching my M16 so hard my knuckles starts to hurt,

with incessant rain, my uniform covered with sweat and dirt.

Tension hangs heavy as the thick fog, waiting for the go ahead,

brother-in-arms conveys with his eyes the tension without being said.

 

Deafening noise of shells that keeps falling nearby keeps reminding us of danger,

chunks of mud and rocks raining down with it feels larger and larger.

Some wise men said “There is no atheist in foxholes”

everyone praying they were somewhere else instead of this hellhole.

 

Brief break in pace of shooting allows me to peek over the trench,

my sense of smell is overwhelmed by the smell of rotten body stench.

Just as I was recovering from the urge to regurgitate my K-ration,

a bullet ricochet off my helmet leaving me with a dazed sensation.

 

 

Just A Song

 

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

 

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! 

Unanswered Questions

 

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.

Missing You

 

If I shouted I love you in the deep forest will you hear it?

If I said I miss you on top of mountain will you sense it?

At this point in time will it even matter a bit?

what’s the use of acting like child and throwing a fit?

 

Just want you dear to know, if you ever need a helping hand,

shoulder to cry on, to unburden your worries, you know where I stand.

If you decide against it then I will see you in dreamland,

no matter what you decide to do dear, I will surely understand.

 

Anyway, I just dropped by to say Good Morning, have a Great Day,

have a Good Night and Sweet Dreams all in one, come what may.

It is really me dear, not my hormone talking on Monday!

it is matter of time before you dear realize it someday!

Nepal

 

Nepal, it used to be such a magical and mystical place,

I’ve never been there, just letting you know, just in case.

Information comes from dear friends and things I read online,

friends who talk glowingly about it and what’s in headlines.

 

Land which used to be ruled by kings and most people very humble,

when people mayn’t have had plenty but wasn’t ruled by laws of jungle.

Tourists used to come to marvel at its culture and scenery,

native Gurkhas with their Kukri still known wide for their bravery.

 

Its language so melodious, someone once told me it’s almost musical,

its folk song so melodic, I have sometimes listened in cyclical.

Land of Mount Everest which is so majestic, alluring and breathtaking,

getting to Base Camp is on my Bucket List before dying.

 

Things started to unravel when King was murdered with his family,

then the Maoist came to town with Chinese backing and brutality.

Earthquakes, corrupt politicians and Indian Blockade has added more distress,

shortages of gas, waster and electricity, no sign of progress.

 

Hopefully things will take turn for better soon in near future,

so people can once again go back to admiring its nature.

Which  will definitely make some kind of happy closure,

now it’s time for me to end my lecture!