Laughing with You

You tell me,

“Don’t do that.”

I reply,

“No. I will."

You sulk,

and you frown.

I smile.

Sure,

I will 

never do that.

You know 

I do all this drama

to see that

cute, little pout

your lips form.

And we laugh,

like we always do,

knowing

this will

go on

and on

and on,

my love.

Dreams, Dreams Everywhere

There are dreams.
Dreams like the earth.
They require patience,
they require perseverance.
Stick to them.
Be firm in them.
These are dreams of a long time.
A beautiful future.

There are dreams.
Dreams like the air.
Feel them.
Breathe them.
The very foundations of life they are.
Dreams that all of mankind has.
They'll exist forever.
For generations to come.

There are dreams.
Dreams like water.
Free-flowing by nature.
Fluid by structure.
Dreams that can be altered
based on the ups and downs of life.
Easy-going dreams.
Ever-evolving dreams.

There are dreams.
Dreams like the sky.
As high as 'high' can be.
As vast as 'vast' can be.
Endless horizons of greatness.
Unlockers of infinity.
Dreams of greater bliss.
Dreams of eternal joy.

And there are dreams.
Dreams like fire.
Those that engulf you.
Those that torment you.
Fires that have to be fought with fire.
Those that must be reduced to ashes
and dissolved in water-like dreams.

There are dreams.
There will be dreams.

Road to Realisation

Fall in love,
fail in love,
lose yourself completely
and break your heart.

Delve into madness,
dwell in sadness,
roam around
like you're the most depressed of all.

Thrive on foolish hope,
take the downward slope,
loosen the steady grip
on your keen intellect.

Cry your heart out,
wear a perennial pout,
shed tears of depression
that ruin reason.

Make love your weakness,
fill yourself with meekness,
and be the madman
who's not in his sense.

But open your eyes,
from your fall arise,
and finally ask yourself,
"What's the point?"

Vinayam

My mind beams with pride,
my heart leaps with joy.
I'm becoming the man
I was predicted to be.

I'm a trusted friend,
I'm a lovable mate.
I know I'm valued
for the good qualities in me.

I've been given many a gift
by the Lord Almighty.
I still count my blessings
for giving me both hardships and strength.

I'm bound to achieve more.
I'm bound to fly higher.
I'm bound to dream more and more.
I'm bound to make them real.

No matter what goals I achieve,
no matter what heights I reach,
no matter how famous I become,
no matter how much greatness I obtain

I want not vanity
but loads of Humility.
For I must do justice to my name,
and not be a tragic irony.

Without Any Regrets

The day was good;
I had a wonderful time.
Concerts, plays, movies -
spending a lot of time with my friends.

I don't miss home;
I don't feel lonely.
There is not an instance of sorrow.
There is no fear, but only hope for morrow.

I'm ecstatic almost always.
For unending joy, I've found all ways.
My life is full of laughter and smiles.
But I do realize there are many more miles.

I can't kill hope,
I can't kill love
though pain and grief
are their close friends.

I want to remember you
like the air I breathed yesterday -
transient, vital,
yet painless when it left me.

Don't become one with the air anymore.
I don't want to let you in again.
Fly away,
fly away to an unknown place.

I don't want you to appear
in the montage of my sub-conscious thoughts -
my dreams -
when I want to enjoy every second of my wakeful sleep.

I don't want to be moved to tears
when I read Tagore's love poems.
I don't want to remember you
when I encounter anything even remotely related to love.

All I want is
to be able to look into
the eyes of 'the one'
without any regrets.

Sparks and Springs

With a spark in the eyes
and a spring in the step,
I begin the day
with cheer and glee.

The numerous glances in the mirror,
the fresh deo paintings on the body,
the wrinkle-free shirt and the well-trimmed beard
reflect my will to seize the day.

The tender touch of the morning breeze,
the warm blanket of the glowing sun,
the resonating laughter of the jolly good roommate
prolong the cheer and newborn glee.

You're always a part of my conversations.
In fact, you're the heart of my conversations.
Yours is a recurring role in my TT* dreams.
Your thoughts accompany the many cones of ice creams.

What is life
sans crushes and soft corners?
Though some men are content
with just wet dreams and boners.

Still, the magic of love works overtime
when the very thought of you
makes me begin the day
with a spark in the eyes
and a spring in the step.

* - Table Tennis

Hope

Despite being greeted "Good day" by
an unbearable load of agony,

Despite knowing some dreams are out of reach
like the greedy fox that wanted grapes,

Despite seeing so many efforts shatter into pieces
like ceramic caressing concrete,

Despite enduring unexpected acts of betrayal
with a slight smile and stoic silence,

Despite wetting the pillow
with tears as sacred as blood,

Man goes to sleep
when his mind tells his heart
"Tomorrow is another day."

True strength - strong truth.

To Kill an Undying Love

Trying to kill an undying love.
All my efforts go in vain
and I end up feeling much more pain.

It is after all the love
that made me write
poems of love,
poems of hope,
poems of perseverance
and poems of depression.

I love this love:
it brought the best out of me.
I love this love:
it showed my self to me.

But it hurts to see it drown unrescued.
It hurts to see it go down unrequited.

I valued the person
who didn't value my heart.
Ironically, it's the same person
who beautified my art.

I saw my dreams turn beautiful
with her inclusion.
I saw those dreams turn into nightmares
with her exclusion.

My sanity asks to hope no more,
while my insanity wants to hope more and more.

Seventeen months
and three heartbreaks later,
I'm still
trying to kill that undying love.

One Man's Duet

Do you sense
the presence of my love
as often as
I sense
the absence of yours?

Do you think of me
as much as
I think of you?

Well, do you even think of me?

I'm sure you care for me.
Yes, you do care for me
like you care for a roadside puppy.
"Awww.. So cute!" - when you encounter it.
"Which puppy?" - when you are away.

And why on earth
am I running behind you,
wagging my tail?

Is it because
I'm capable of great love
or is it because
I want your love?

I don't mind running.
But I'm running on a one-way track
that has no destination.

I still want to hope,
I still want to love,
But I keep discovering
it's still a one man's duet.

I keep saying, "Good bye."
I keep asking myself, "What's the point?"
But then, do I really know
why I fell in love with you?

An Endless Journey

When you fall down
and hurt your self badly,
learn to rise,
for there is no other go.

When you are shown a mirror,
and get to see your flaws,
learn to change,
for that is the only constant in life.

When you are saved from an abyss
that someone else had fallen into,
learn to thank,
for gratitude works many a wonder.

When you are sure you made a mistake
and realize it has affected someone,
learn to regret,
for you won't do it again.

When you want to spread happiness
and smiles everywhere,
learn to love,
for love is an ever-abundant source of both.

When things go wrong,
and you're clueless of what's going on,
learn to question,
for that's how you become wise.

When life blesses you with whatever you want
and manifolds your hope and positivity,
learn to dream,
for what is life without something to achieve?

When you talk, meet people
and go around living life,
learn to learn,
for life has many a lesson to teach.

Learn to love;
love to learn.

What a Paradox!

A heart jumps in joy
when it finds the right girl.
Hope multiplies alarmingly;
dreams increase exponentially;
smiles keep blossoming continuously.

Rarely does a soul find
another soul with great similarities.
Isn't it natural for it
to feel elated then?

The soul pursued
talks about hope, optimism and chasing dreams.

The soul pursuing
thinks on the same line.

"Wow! What a match!"
thinks the innocent soul,
dwelling in dreams, hopes and positivities.
Less intense are the other soul's emotions.

And when the pursuing soul
utters words of love
to the pursued soul,
the latter shows no similar signs.

Rapidly flash
the earlier advice of hope
and mockingly laugh
the true state of things.

Ah ha!
What a paradox!

Oh! Wicked Universe

Oh! Wicked universe,
With your wicked ways.
Impregnating the heart with many a dream,
Inscribing on the mind many a thought.
Is it a game you play with innocent souls?
Or a test you keep for our indomitable spirits?

You open a window,
But you close the door.
How are we to enter paradise?
The weak are meek;
They don't get what they seek.
Those strong like teak
Only reach the peak.

How wonderful you are!
You make a complicated conflict
Between the heart and the mind.
It's a fierce bettle
Between being practical and positive,
Rendering us helpless,
Making us toil so much.

But then,
Isn't the fruit that waits long
The ripest of all?

Ray of Light

Andy's success took two decades,
Crusoe's took four years more.
Disbelief the mind invades
And ruins your self's core.

You are not whom you think you are,
Your worth is truly high,
Having come in life so far
Don't you realize your fear is a lie?

Hope is life's fuel,
Ensure to fill your tank.
Life's not forever cruel.
Your stars you must thank.

Never give up my friend,
You'll get what you wish.
Don't think this is the end
The ocean has a billion fish.

Out there somewhere is your love,
It'll come in search of you.
Start away right now,
Start your life anew.

An Indomitable Spirit

Several things happen in your life
To test your patience and your will.
Remember to never give up.
End not your quest, stand not still,
Not everything happens as you wish.
Guide your self away from the lie.
True strength you will have achieved when you
Have a heavy heart and still walk holding your head high.