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?

The Ordeal

Cursing under his breath,
Sameer got up from the floor.
Thinking, "Better could be death".
An agonized look he bore.

His eyes failed him,
He stretched his hands outward.
He started to sing a hymn.
He was a god-fearing coward.

This ordeal was too much to bear.
His zest was subdued.
He thought this was just unfair.
He uttered words that were rude.

He felt highly helpless,
There was nothing he could do.
Like a bullet, swift and aimless,
He walked ahead too.

His sweating was profuse,
He felt like ripping his clothes off.
This suffering he just couldn't refuse.
His situation didn't make him laugh.

With an outstretched hand
He gripped the fridge's handle.
In the dairy items stand
He found a big candle.

His mom shouted, "Fast!"
He hurried back to the hall.
For long did the power cut last
And he couldn't watch football.

Woebegone Woman

She took to her heels and ran into the streets
When her beloved mate was nowhere to be found.
He had ditched her there.
It was truly a nightmare
When the one she loved had betrayed her.

He had said love to her,
He had made love to her.
They were happy for a brief span of time.
She didn't expect this,
She couldn't accept this.
She went in search of a place to hide.

Into a mighty huge palace that dwarfed her frame
She took refuge for the time being.
Like a thief-on-mission on a pitch dark night
She sneaked into the palace without anyone's knowledge.

Her woes multiplied when she had pangs in her womb.
She went nearly mad when she gave birth to quadruplets.
Deprived of food, she was much malnourished,
She didn't have a clue about how to raise her kids.

The granary of the palace was overflowing with food,
She proved her mettle by stealing some for her kids.
The babies made noise when they were strong enough,
The prince of the palace heard it and was greatly shocked.
He found four infants near a heap of food.
Infants so young that they hadn't opened their eyes;
Infants so cute that no one would want to hurt them.

The mom wasn't there, she was hiding due to fright.
The babies were taken and thrown away that night.
A trap was laid to catch the mom,
A trap with tomato and a chunk of cheese.

The mom was caught and let into the streets.
She once again took to her four heels
Followed by her long, pink tail.

Inexpressive

My happiness I expressed
When the smile of my lips and
The tranquility of my heart bonded.

My insane glee I expressed
When the grin of my lips and
The excitement of my heart bonded.

Why can't I express my sorrow?
The pout of my lips fails to bond
With the grief of my heart.

My tears evade me,
I find it hard to cry.
Will I feel better if I do?

The pegasus flies away,
But its heart stays behind.

The Heart of a Poet

A poet is deadly when he's in his element.
Deadlier when he's in love, and
Deadliest when he's in sorrow.
His soul truly does reside in his heart.
A delicate heart it is.

He derives joy from emotions,
Not from reason.
His love for anything is great.
Isn't that what made him a poet?

Broken- the sorrow of losing a friend

Your memories in my mind,
Strewn all over like crisp autumn leaves on the ground.
I can neither restore them nor turn them green.
New foliage may occupy the branches
But the scars left behind
As the signs of the lush greenery look at me mockingly.
I stand gazing at the leaves, finding solace in them.
I cannot relive those moments but
I can recollect them for sure.
The minute details and the happy moments run in my mind
Like the veins of the leaves.
Their sharp edges stab me mercilessly.
I can tolerate the pain no more.
I need a welcome change.
A gentle breeze to soothe my heart or
A gust of wind to blow the leaves away.

-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT