Run

Run, run along like a steed,

Run, run along with speed.

Run, for that is what is taught

Run, for all that is not draught.

Run, intoxicated by wealth,

Run, away with stealth

Run, never to look behind

Run, for you will surely find.

Run, I must looking ahead

Not knowing the goal set.

I look through blinders

I look over the fence

I have read the letters

Spelled across my length.

Run, I did through it all,

Not seeking reprieve,

I missed the road blue,

I missed the grass tall.

I ran past the hedgehog

And all things yellow too.

Run, now I must not,

Not that I must just stop

This time I choose to walk,

To look and to intently gaze

To love and happily dwell

On new roads and two-ways.

The way we were

The chant plays by itself
The 6 minutes felt like eternity
I was lost in the sound
I could hear my Grandma,
humming she walked around
I could feel the transition
I accepted what I was not
I could not label my now
I was scared to verse it
I knew change had no end
The chant didn't calm me
Fear took its place instead.
I was walking around too
I did not hum any more
The reflection felt distorted
my shadow didn't stand tall
Each with a mind of its own
My hair blew in the air,
The water wasn't calm now,
My feelings it reflected
My expression it failed to
I was not what i had been
I was not what i was to be
I was what I was now,
I simply was just me,
I at that moment was, me.

He could see right through
He could not see the wall
He saw beyond the layers
That now were not so tall.
The glass had long melted.
The water level did grow
The damn had long broken
But now it began to flow.
It now flows southward
It then slowly flows west
It refused to flow north
Where it could slyly rest.
It took the living along
The dead were in it too
The settled dust it took
But left behind some dues
The likes could not be paid
No justice could be met
The debts could not to be laid
On the wall's imminent bed.

The circle had to come to full,
The snake had to bite its tail,
The poison had to spread within,
The beauty of justice did not fail.
I waded my way around it
I weighed my pros and cons
I locked my sorrows in there
I overlooked the imminent dawn.
The sun had to rise once again
The moon had to come to full,
The wheel had to move within
The motion of life gave the pull.
I dropped my hope deep in it
I poured my soul with it too
I payed my respect as always
I played along with justice, true.
The clouds looked over me
The bees hummer around
The birds called me names
But I knew that sweet song.
The whisper of the trees
Refused to let me pass
The moist earth and the leaves
Held my heart-strings fast.
The shadow in the dark
Called out to my soul,
I whispered to the wind,
I poured it into life's bowl.
I poured it into the circle,
I poured it into the well,
The water rose till the brim
I could now within reach.
I slowly quenched my thirst
I quickly looked within,
I splashed some around me
And had some more to drink.
I wished well as I got up,
I slowly slipped away,
I saw the water receding,
Leaving my soul still at bay.

This bridge was to lead to the other bank. Every time it promises me the shore. The planks seem to slowly manifest. So far they have always disappeared midway. A plunge in the water always wakes me up. This time it feels I will get through. This time I hope I will get through. The water had risen long ago, the planks kept disappearing, something kept them afloat. I hold on to that hope...

The Letter...

The Letter
I wrote,
to her I love...
to him I wanted to love...
to her who used to be mine
to him who could never be mine
to her I lived beside
to him I never caught sight.

The Letter 
I hid,
from her who trusted me
from him who didn't know me
from her who never asked
from him who didn't show
from her who tried
from him who forgot

The Letter 
I wrote...
to her all my heart
to him all my thoughts
to her all my questions
to him all my agony
to her all my memories
to him all my dreams.

The Letter
I tore...
for her comforting denial
for him and his unseen life
for her daily tryst
for him and his absence
for her love and her smile
for him and his void.

Love at 21

Love doesn't happen just that once...
Neither does it happen twice..!

Love has forever been the mystery
Love has always been the price.
To me it happened then and again...
To me it happened now...
To me the love remained...
To me it was never lost, to be found.

For,
Love doesn't happen just that once,
Neither does it happen twice..!

Of the twenty odd years I have lived
Peeped in and out it might;
Love has not much changed since...
Just that: love now has a price...
On a brighter note, let's just say...
I am now better placed
To finally pay it more than thrice..!!

For, Love as I said,
Doesn't happen just that one...
Neither does it happen twice..!!