I open at the close

I was right there...
standing at the beginning...
my most useless thoughts,
cutting the edges,they sing.
something to resolve, something to mend...
And just then, I realized,
Oh! f***, this is the end.

The third person

It can be jeered
for its placid ill-timed moves.
It can be sneered
as it shows and itself proves.

It crumbles sometimes
by an unlikely measured shot.
It fumbles sometimes
while trying a snappy retort.

But it can be seen
from that dark and dusty dungeon.
And it can be heard
and felt and so on...

Obscure touches

She felt it,
a heightened sense of niceness.
A bit cold, a  bit cajoling,
and that seemingly safety fence.
She tried to like it,
she loved it not.

She felt it again,
a heightened sense of calmness.
A bit human, a bit surreal,
and an urge to observe the silence.
She absolutely loved it,
she loved it a lot.

The Rebel Within

These are the rules,

you need to follow.

These are the people,

you never say ‘hello’.

These are the words,

you never utter.

These are the things,

that makes you better.

But what if I choose

the rule not followed,

and take those pills

that nobody swallowed.

What if I befriend

some lawless folks,

and try to infringe

those uncanny locks.

You want to judge,

then judge yourself.

You want to teach,

then you need some help.

I choose my life.

I play the bet.

I am the master

of my own fate.

Leaves...

Plenty of leaves,
ripped and dried.
inept to express,
yet, it tried.
And when they rot,
nicking, what they have till date,
kills that part, fresh and green
as neither it fought nor defied.

Sometime...

Sometime, eyes do stop,
before even you see that right.
a sense of joy feels your heart,
out your soul, from all the plight.

Sometime, legs do retreat,
before even that war begins.
you only see the loss it stores,
and it doesn't matter, whoever wins.

Sometime, dreams do shatter,
before even you go to sleep.
and you realize, you aren't sleepy at all.
So here you are, alive again,
ready to take that giant leap.

A Penned Reverberation

A bit of glow

with a little panic,

some chary thoughts

and an ensuing pic,

with a lump in my heart

and a bit in my head,

they revolve around

like some smitten freak.

when I started to relish,
my ego held me back.
I made that crazy way,
but never raced on that.
As i wished to savor,
what is that i need the most
when it all becomes dark.

The journey started afresh,
like those sparkling spheres
of morning dew...
As i searched for a start,
a bit fresher, utterly new...

when I searched for beauty,
I found a view...
when I searched for friends,
I found a few...
when I lived my life,
I searched for happiness.
when I searched for happiness
I found you...