The Act of Rebuilding

I feel the true meaning of life lies in rebuilding yourself,
For that to happen, fall in love with someone, something, or some idea for that matter,
Love deeply and passionately, until you start loving with every single cell of your existence,
And one fine day loose that someone, something, or some idea for that matter,
To the cruel realities of life,
Fall into that dark labyrinth of depression,
Get sucked into that vortex of sadness,
Shatter every bit of you into thousand pieces,
And then, shatter those thousand pieces into thousand more pieces,
Until your are left with just the shell called you.
Then begin the humongous task of reclaiming you back,
True happiness is when you have picked up all the those broken pieces
Fumbling and trembling with the sheer intensity of the task,
Joining all the bits and pieces, one at a time,
Hiding your scars and pains behind the mask of a subtle smile,
All the time determined to get back, what you have lost.
And time and again I say, to know, to understand true bliss,
You should have tasted the true essence of sorrow.

Let’s Fall in Love

Let’s fall in love
Once again, 
This time, somehow
Without the loss and 
The pain.
Let's meet up as strangers
In some strange land, 
Perhaps as two lost, lonely travelers, and 
We could just stand
On a cross road
Facing each other 
Exchanging a courteous smile.
Let’s meet up by chance, while
We’re in a coffee shop, 
You would be with someone
You love
And I would be expecting, 
Waiting for someone 
To love.
We could just exchange
A timed glance.
Let's meet up on the eve
Of apocalypse, 
In that instance
I would, kiss your lips. 
We could even make love
On a deserted street
With no morals to perceive
With no questions asked and, 
No one and none to be misled. 

The Way of the Life

Those smiles of sadness

And tears of happiness,

Whispers of care

And shouts of despair,

Are the monologues of life.

Those meaningful relationships

And meaninglessness of hardships,

Passion of the positivity

And negation of the negativity,

Are the acts of life.

Those expected pains

Coming of the unexpected gains,

The parting of ways

And finding a new one on some days,

Is the way of the life.

The Mother & the Son

Today I saw life

At the corner of the street,

Exactly at the spot

Where the two roads meet,

The one of happiness,

The other of strife.

Here, I saw a suckling cuddled

In the arms of his mother,

‘The lady of the street’.

Their thin black frame huddled

Together, reeking of despair and bleakness

And painting a sight of decay and wither.

But today I found hope,

At the same spot

Where those two roads met,

One of happiness, the other of sadness;

It was in a song that the mother sung,

Against the dull backdrop

Of the gray wall.

Kiss

I hold her close to me,
So close, so near,
That we cease to be
Two different entities.
I cup her face,
And draw her closer
In a tight embrace.
I look into her deep tender eyes
And try to imbibe her tender sighs.
I wait for a moment,
Perhaps a slight lament,
But I brush it off and plant a kiss,
Upon her tender, budding lips.

Parting ways

With our fingers entwined in deep embrace

We stare out, away to some different space

The passion unspent is heightened here,

But then then there is this guilt with a tinge of fear

We barely meet eyes,

We rarely speak,

But then our emotion finds its voice

Within the silence of our choice.

With her fear laden eyes she looks at me,

A short smile of subtle degree

Passes across her lips

And I try to contain the second that slips,

But then, alas!  It is time to part

And our love remains unspent

In our solitary heart.

How should I define my woe?

How should I define my woe?

Should I, a seed of it

In your heart sow?

Or should I let it reside

There in the labyrinth

Of my heart?

Or should I let it bloom

And spread its effervescence

Of despair and gloom?

Or better still,

Should I probe and poke

Its roots and yank them in a stroke?