Mirror

A jerk crosses my copyrighted path...Death be with him soon, wilt he in the scorching sun. Smirking creeps stood in the corner, pointing fingers at my esteem. Crushed be them in a rock avalanche, no part be found intact. Who! Who! the hell speaks in a garrulous tone, on my name, how dare they smear muck? Silence! Only i shall speak, rest be steady, still. Often a voice tells me...No friends are there for life.
Frequent i hear a ranting; there are more shadows than light.
I resent being with these demented bloodsuckers, these good for nothing fleas. A word of caution to those who dare me; i shall see unto last of my bitterest enemy. Care not i, for a two-buck ugly duckling; a far cry am i from these petty thugs. Grow will my resolve, raise will raise my stature, you the impure shall see. No liars in my den, no crooks in kings lair.Solemn.Peace.Tranquill.Ease. I laid down in fainting noises and screaming voices. Honks and horns. Blaring speeches. Mellowed now. Muffled somehow. A tappity tap of the trickle...
Silly tapping sound. Dragging feet turns to turn the noise off.There.In the dark, motionless yet capturing all emotions. It stood glued to the cold wall. A mirror of hope. No predictions, yet of immense scope. It told me in a blunt, braying voice that i look the part of a bombed limb. A bloodied, shattered, irrecoverable apology of a human.Of hurt pride and twisted thoughts. A mere reflection spoke of the unlikeliest wrongs...my wrongs. On it went on the broken hearts and the unfinished tasks.On the summary of my supposed crimes.A list sounding like a terrible rhyme. Brazen in its zest, it went on for the foolish wretch as it was. Terrible, terrible, it made me look.
The first crack wasn't even registered. A million of them did finally
made it shatter. A shower of glass patterned on the floor. A light is shown. Reflecting the same face, only in plenty...a lot more.
A blood-curdling laugh came about...the laughter of the resident monster.

Alone

So lonely you think in this world full of humanity,
Abundance of nature too vague for your company?
This flow of flesh and blood not enough to satiate these eyes?
Called the existence itself a dragging bore at times?

So lonely you think in this world full of humanity,
No care too nice to care about?
The senses not engulfed yet in bliss?
Nor the passes seem worthy of a glance?

So lonely you think in this world full of humanity,
The fixations too frivolous for a momentary fix?
The praises mere sounds too hollow?
The worshipping satellites are a revolving jinx?

So lonely you think in this world full of humanity,
Frail gravity tugs, withdrawn yet from earth?
Nor the breeze embrace too close?
Placcid daydreams seems more vibrant than the dancing dolls?

So lonely you think in this world full of humanity,
The distant voices too loud than the near whispers?
Promises made not bear a semblence truth?
Innards wriggle at the scent of love?

So lonely you think in this world full of humanity,
Seek not what you dare to seek?
Dream not deep for the reality to sink?
Found whom then, when you carefully pick?

Freebies

A drop from the ocean of your mercy,

Can quench the perennial thirst of my desires.

I soak in the warm light of your smile,

Tis the only inspiration that i aspire.

Given that all your indulgences,

Are but the manna from heaven i seek,

In your dreams and your wishes,

i flow like a seaward creek.

i steal a little thought of yours,

i borrow a little wealth,

i weave the yarn of a love poem,

From the compassion you merrily dealt.

Every bit of your twitches and turns,

i shamelessly grasp for life's ride,

May the endless well of your strength,

Enrich me in every stride.

Freebies in this life are hard to find,

Least are the selfless spirits,

i meant to make a count by count repay,

Instead i keep counting on your merits!.

Peddler

Spent on shopping that whole day,

i shopped for from dawn to dusk,

leather and wool and suede and silk,

Did i mention the latest musk?

Called a cab to haul the booty,

Filled was my heart with glee,

A tiny speck appeared by the road,

What it wore i never got to see.

Tapping on my window it rattled a sheet,

The usual con i guess,

The hookers always swoop upon us; preys

Peddling their filthy mess.

Shoving on your face,

Pushing down your throat,

Bugs these all,

i despise them, them i gloat.


Turning around i was stunned!

Horrified, i saw the driver read,


Albeit the book that rodent had sneaked.

The same very pile of diseased sheets,

Glancing over him i caught a glimpse,

Of a caricature of man and wife,


on the cover it said,


Tricks to a Happy Married Life.


Reluctant that i was, even so,


A little peek i couldn't resist,


On seeing me read the stuff,


He gave it to me; please, i insist,


Gingerly taking it up to my nose,


i found myself flipping the pages,


By the minute, my curiosity rose.


Versed in error ridden English,


Were three sections of 'marriage guide',


It spoke of loyalty, trust and bond,


And boundless love, 'for a smooth ride',


Little did i realise, that i the smart urbanite,


Would pick up a street journal,


To unlock the secret of marital bliss,


Jinxed as it was, my marriage,maimed, unreal.


Slowly i accounted,


For the wrongs that i incurred,


And to my dismay i found


It was me, who had erred.


Months passed and days went,


i had managed to steady the boat,


A semblence of a 'real' marriage i chalked,


And sailed began journey on 'paradise road'.


My wishes with the peddler,


Who supplied my lucky charm,


Always be his wares be sold,


And far he be away, from all harm.

A Little Resolution

i resolve to shine like the sun beams, and
float on the clouds of sky.i make a wish of wishing
well, to the dagger which made my own blood fly.
Surmounting the travails.A lesser wish list. A better
aim in life.Cravings had their own heydey, my turn has just arrived.
Newer passions, newer love.....and all the more reflect; greed,
greed the cunning foe, i just wish it let me go. Sailing on a sail of pure
thought, i long to go the mile, lest currents flow underneath my
feet, and drag me back in time. Little does a resolution do,
least a pointless claim. i begin with an apology to the dead wishes,
the ones which i never meant to make. On one hand lies
a steady path. The other more extreme.
Let's consider.For once.
Who's the one that will succeed?
i dunno, i never did. For a little wary am i. To run, to seek,
to play, to collide, isn't that what we mean by life?
i take an oath, to let it all go. And sculpt a wide path.
i shall bring unto me, the onus of self, and more that of
fellows meek. Yes now on, the motto shall be;to ride with the
needy in mind.i shall call a life worthy if, i gift a dream to the
least hopeful one i find.