Lonesome Street Lamp

There, by the lonesome street lamp,

you embraced my chaos,

and disappeared into the darkness,

In that moment[, our bodies exchanged

a certain kind of strange warmth,

a warmth that lingered a tad longer,

and in that brief moment, loneliness dissipated

It felt as if we exchanged precious parts of ourselves,

Heartbeats, maybe – it was something we couldn’t live without

I left with the lamp,

Lighting the darkest parts of me,

and the labyrinthine maze,

I saw your face in every meander

And your smile lightened the burden of my chaos

For once, I was me, without blemish

I was me without embellishing

Life with anodyne expectations

That lovers are often prone to

I was me without having to live

Up to the impossible romantic ideals,

And then the rollercoaster began,

I boarded a train hurtling down the pleasant path of

destruction

 It did not matter because we were together in the blissful wander

A wander that led nowhere although it feel our hearts with gladness

Or atleast my own heart – I am not sure if it did that to you

But, then, in being lost with you,

I was getting lost alone

I’ll Not Forget You

I’ll not forget you,

For, once upon a time,

I was lost in a blissful wander upon this world

Then you came along,

And turned my life into a movie,

Whose soundtrack was an unfamiliar song

On some days, it sounded like a broken record

 

I’ll not forget you

How about the thousand missed calls you left

Wasn’t that a sign of craziness?

How about your uninhibited loudmouth?

Who can forget that?

Words gushed out of your mouth

Like a broken sewer

It stunk right up to state house

And since there is nothing royal about certain types of stench,

It clings to me, I am unable to rub it off

I’ll not forget you

The Fountain of Life

I guess its hard to embrace

The simple character of frailties of oneself

And in a topsy-turvy world –

A world of impeccable turmoil

The stiff drink offers refuge

It not only paves the road but puts the red carpet

Because you are the VIP.

Who is to blame except the world

That did not leave a place for weirdos like you

The Reigning Rains

 

And then, beaten by the rains,

He soaked and shivered in the leaking hut,

Wondering about the hapless life’s wanders

Effective, as the rolling stones, downhill

 

In his unbearably wakeful hours

He searches his lost soul among the debris,

And wades through the rubble for things that

once held impeccable usefulness,

and because none was forthcoming,

he invents value – life goes on as it must

perhaps there is wisdom in letting it be