Happy to be...

I walked the terrace in a trance like state,
What was keeping me walking I wonder...
Did I see the airplanes, blinking green, red and yellow
Or, were they the stars...
Whose voice it was that kept calling me to itself,
Whose voice took me to the world of lakes...
Did my heart miss a beat, when I was told about a dream girl, white in flesh and skin?
Did I turn green with envy, when I heard of other enchantress residing in the heart of my god?
Why did I wish the night to last forever....
Why did I yearn to turn it into an imperishable memory..something that keeps feeding itself every moment I think about it..
Did I walk to the bed or the bed came to me in sleep?
Is this the figment of my imagination or I am only recollecting what really happened?
Incredibility of it all blurs the lines between reality and fiction...
Oh!! let it be....
Happy to be in my dream world...
Happy to take airplanes for stars...
Happy to be called by the voice to itself....
Happy to be.....happy!!

College Days...

Stone benches, green patches

and the company of friends,

Early morning freshness

sun kissed winter,

Aroma of canteen tea

and the sense of being free,

Numerous chats with friends

laughter and our pseudo intellectualism,

Back biting of the teachers

and a hidden desire to be 'there',

Shared food, copied notes

and a sip from others' 'banta',

Admiration for new styles and dresses

planning for new ventures and places,

Unfulfilled promises, communication through glances

sudden flight to library,

Keeping records to memory

listening and protesting,

Taking stances and contesting ideologies

Living life: liking or disliking it

no matter what....but this is what my college days are made of....

An Apology..

I am sorry for taking pleasures in your pains people,

This was the most cruel I could become...

I am sorry for not sympathizing,

This made me a little less human...

I am sorry for seeing your pains as results of your own wrong doing,

I was ignorant of the new crimes I was committing...

I am sorry for thinking that they were your dues,

I forgot that I would have mine...

I am indeed very sorry for being revengeful,

Oh!! How could I...

I am sorry for becoming the very monster that I was fighting,

For I forgot that I looked into an abyss, which looked back into me..

I am...

I am whole, I am parts, I am broken, I am tattered,

which way when, that's the whole matter,

I invoke God, when I am unable to hold all the 'I's' further,

I may be just a link in the whole structure,

Busy collecting all my scattered pieces together,

I have lost my voice, therefore saying things with borrowed metaphors...