Poem: The Fog

I woke up to a mystical morning
where shadows were still in play,
Up in my bed, I was mourning
the death of my sleep early in the day.

Unsteadily and slowly, I moved towards the sill
of the window which remained unwashed;
Outside, everything seemed eerily still
and the in my mind, a thought crossed.

Perhaps it was not the dirty glass,
it must be what lurked outside -
A chill white mist or a fog that would pass,
- just Winter's attempt to play 'Seek and Hide'.

But then, away from the window I turned
and tried to look beyond my bed,
A white darkness was all I discerned
for the fog was in my eyes instead.

Poem: Love

Not a thing would I want to change

about this beautiful moment we share

this moment seems so strange

yet we feel so aware

In your eyes I see a part of me

In which I see a part of you

for together we will be

till death parts us in two

Nay, even death won’t do us apart

because what we share is much stronger

it is not about the mind but about the heart

and these feelings last longer than the longer

Yet the inevitable remains inevitable

just like how our love remains the same

our minds may range from stable to unstable

and yet we will be a part of the same game

No matter what, who, where, when, how, why, we are

we will know, oh yes, we will

that together we shall forever be

since together is one still.

Poem: Paradox

Lost, we are, in our own little heads

With our aims and hopes falling high;

Just as one bright dream slowly fades,

Another, we gain, only to lose again with a sigh;

Out, we seek, in this artificial land of reality

– A paradoxical ‘wonder-less’ wonderland –  

In search of self-discovery and clarity;

However, we fail, and we sail in sand.

Fear, we do, of life and death and all else unknown;

For life answers questions of which we are unaware

And death questions all the answers we had known.

Nonetheless, we die and live a lie, accepting the dare.

Seek, we must, within our limitless soul

For a truth that underlies all those lies

which fill the emptiness and make us feel whole;

Yet, we will yearn to unlearn, as we wish to be wise.

And seek, we must, within our limitless soul

To escape from this paradoxical wonderland;

A world built at the back of our mind’s black-hole,

One that we don’t still, and never will understand.