Passing Storms

When the smile on the lips, no longer reaches the eyes

Every word spoken, is a mere disguise

When the days are longer, and nights get scary

With all Your might, you kill and bury

You are tired of running but have no option,

You fear of failing and tread with caution

Life mocks at you for all that you flaunted

And You thought you had everything you wanted

When the going gets tough, The Tough gets going,

It’s always easier to give up when the storm starts blowing

The nights are scary, the storm is strong,

Fear grips your heart, but it wants to go on.

Worse nights have passed, you did survive

Your grit will keep your dreams alive

The storm shall pass, have a little faith

All dreams come true, only if you strive!

The Humour-less Poem

This 'preachy' poem was written in jest to myself. Written on a whim, it just about manages to express my thoughts in the most simplistic verses possible. It is almost too simplistic - both content and language wise - but anyways, I did not expect a great poetic idea to spring up in a mind obsessed with Partial Differential Equations, plant design for vinyl chloride monomer among other things... 

Humour may not be funny

It may be dry

Humour is not for All

It can make a face go wry.

Fun and humour

Is not always the same

For if someone is hurt

You should take the blame

‘Speak when you are spoken to’,

The Wise Men have said,

For if silence is golden,

You are with a true friend.

Have a lot of fun,

Live your Life,

But always remember,

Never to cause strife.

Remember to laugh at yourself,

Before You make fun of others

For if you cannot do that

You are not sensitive, Brother.

A Wet Kiss

One wet evening

In a desert land

I was waiting

In the bus-stand.

She came unhurriedly

Timid and scared,

We met secretly

And we just stared.

Holding hands we stood

As if for eternity

Tried the best we could

To maintain sanity.

But that was not to be

And she ate the ‘apple’

All I could then see

Was the beautiful angel

There we fiercely kissed

The very first one of my life

And she didn’t resist

Let alone strife

And then the rain came

Drenching us yet again

Reigniting the flame

It’s all His doing, Amen.

The Highway To Heaven

Driving down the highway

Carefree, careless

I see the trees at either side

Fly away with grace.

Overtaking another car,

I scream with joy

Destination not too far

No reason to act coy.

Just then out of nowhere

A cruiser hits head-on,

Up comes the flare

And I am gone.

Destination still a little far

Still on the highway,

I lie with just a scar

Happy, contented and gay.

P.S : I tried not to be prosaic this time, though I still preffer blank verse.

The Elusive Dream

So many things clog my mind

But so little I can say

Is it only me?

Or do you feel the same way?

Sometimes I try,

Try my best to stop thinking;

But the thoughts..

They never leave me alone

And keep egging me on

To plan grand things.

I look back where I started,

‘Could have done better perhaps’

Someone speaks in my mind.

‘Is this not good enough?’

Someone counters in a small voice

Afraid perhaps to sound contented

‘Certainly not!’ the other snaps back.

‘Run’, it urges ‘Run as fast you can

As long as you can

Till your lungs don’t rebel,

Heart doesn’t scream.

Run and chase your elusive dream.’

So I run on and on

The finishing line remaining ever so far..

A little more, and then no farther

I keep saying to myself

But the voice in the mind

Drives me on.

This is a disease

A disease in my mind

A disease that is as lethal

As that of the blood.

But is there a cure?

Oh yeah! There is one.

But it is ‘The road not taken’

As once Mr. Frost told us all

The Vagabond took the road,

And so he was happy

But do such Vagabonds exist today?

I don’t wish to be a vagabond,

I wish to run,

I wish to stand up every time I fall.

The lungs would rebel,

The heart would scream,

But I want to go on and live my dream.

So what if it’s elusive?

I know I will make it big

It’s only the will

That’s all I need.

P.S: Posted at almost 3am, this one is finally a night time post. Also this is my first ever poem. I Just felt like trying to see whether I can actually write one or not after seeing Sharaya’s (who made a comment in my previous post) blog (http://mypayingself.blogspot.com/) consisting of beautiful poems. Poets have always seemed to be of a different class to me. I don’t know what I wrote probably going with the flow. I am not sure whether it is awesome or awful but do feast in the comments section because as I already have mentioned before, nothing works like criticism.

Adiós.