Eyes Wide Open

There are moments of then, and moments of now,
And those that we have managed to forget somehow,
Those that happen before our eyes, and those that flash,
Until the boundaries between them begin to crash.

Those moments that you search with your open eyes,
They hide themselves behind, and yet they surprise,
They walk away, afar, the more you try to reprise,
And just disappear the moment your eyelids rise.

Just close your eyes, and look around within,
Don’t you see them on every wall therein?
Watching you, mocking you, to catch up those times,
To confront time, and turn back its chimes.

Blinded to the world, right behind those eyes,
Awaits a joy that you don’t yet surmise,
To catch my hand and walk all the way,
Till the time this dream will let you stay.

Walking back in time, to see all those places,
And recollecting the changes in our faces,
From the times you never knew what was smiling,
To those days when you couldn’t stop laughing.

You walked out of this, with your eyes wide open,
When you couldn’t resist their urge to re-open,
Till you close them, you will never again find,
Those little things that escape your inquiring mind.

Mystic Tenant

One fine morning, a stranger walked into my heart,
Demanding I give it on rent, atleast in part,
And the entire place, the stranger did occupy,
Before I could even begin, my refusal to justify.

Just moved in, there began a torrent of complaints,
On indelible stains, and the fading, peeling paints,
I was riled about the insect-infested doors,
And the cracking, creaking, saggy floors.

The walls were weak, shaking with suspicion,
The roof was leaky, dripping with envy,
The floor was soft, sinking with worry,
The room, about to collapse, brimming with disruption.

I got to work trying to make it habitable,
Thankfully, my efforts and their results were appreciable,
And I saw the stranger smile, with my each deed,
In trying to get rid of the hatred and greed.

I had just finished assuaging my guilt,
And getting proud of this heart I rebuilt,
The road inwards was clean, the outgrowth optimistic,
And then the stranger left forever, ever the mystic.

Another of my abstract ones on love. For those who didn’t understand this non-sense that pretends to be verses, it just means this: This ones is about the love that enters most people’s lives when they are at their depressive best, and goes about cleaning everything about and around us, and when life just begins to seem bright and worth living again, it departs, in search of another soul to save. So this one is dedicated to that love that made a lot of us feel human again, and re-ignited the spark to live again in this world.

Little Miss Sunshine

All is calm and serene behind those eyes that beckon,
And this is the best time to break the news, you reckon,
So you gather up your last bit of courage,
Alas, you know not, of the impending rage.

Just picture her, with her hands on her hips,
Looking at you, with those slowly pouting lips,
And her chubby jigging cheeks begin to turn red,
Scaring even her own wispy hair, now hiding behind her head.

She breathes fire, through that now red, nose,
Her pale face, is just redder than a rose,
And colours begin to fill, like art, onto her eyes,
See all those shades of red, that appeared in a trice.

Despite that warning voice and its harried tone,
You are so charmed, you leave it all alone,
You realise that emotions make some people beautiful,
And that anger, especially, makes her more colourful.

But like parting clouds, the feeling leaves her flushed face,
And gradually you seem to be taken aback, by her amazing grace,
For, you have now witnessed and shared, the joy that was mine,
Of seeing the smile return upon Little Miss Sunshine.

Although this poem is dedicated to the memories of Drew Barrymore(in the picture above), it was modelled on someone, who, in my opinion(however far-fetched it may sound) looks exactly or rather must have looked exactly like Drew in the picture above(although she vehemently denies this, hope readers give me the benefit of doubt on this one). She has a very fragile fuse(for her temper) right at the tip of her nose, and somehow it always seems to crack at the slightest of prodding. So I thought of having fun on her ‘fragile fuse’.(Readers must please excuse the fact that I can neither put up her picture here or mention her name because she has explicitly banned me from doing so, although if she herself was to reply to this post, and allow me, then things would be quite different) Nevertheless, it is a very good mental exercise, to think how a girl looking like the one in the picture above would look when angry.

Leaving You

Wish I could be the smile, that leaves your lips,
And swim in the puddles of celestial joy, with which it drips,
Leaving you forever, to cheer up that someone, and everyone,
And yet be born again, as you search to bring up the next one.

Wish I could be the tear, that drops down your eyes,
I  would leave you and run away, if only to make you feel nice,
Of course, on the way, I would always kiss your cheek,
For in your sorrow, that’s the only happiness I can seek.

Wish I could be the voice, that leaves your throat,
Enchanting all around me, every time I float,
Loads of sugar, sometimes barbs of salt, on me you coat,
And yet every time they hear me, it’s about you they gloat.

Wish I could be the breath, that every second leaves you,
One that you forsake, only to accept again, fresh and new,
I shall waft about, taking to those around, your fragrance,
Till you call me back, reprimanding my vagrance.

Wish I could be anything that ever leaves you,
For, to have loved, lost and found again,
Brings such a joy, that it makes me forget the pain,
Which comes from every moment of my leaving you.

Relatively Love

Speaking of these moments of happiness that we today share,
Soon it will be time when we have none of them to spare,
I began thinking of a way to stop the clock’s chime,
And someone told me a way, to slow down, even stop time.

All I had to do, was to begin travelling at the speed of light,
And so I set about, on this task of no ordinary might,
But the shackles of possibility had me in a bind,
So I went about, the only other way, through the mind.

Picking up pace, I was nearing the speed of light,
And beginning to reach all my fantasies in flight,
The time really began to slow, but so did your speech,
Which left me thinking, was this where I wanted to reach?

At the speed of light, your words completely stopped,
The time that we treasured, sadly, it also stopped,
Anxious to end this deadlock, I surpassed the speed of light,
And found myself flying backwards through day and night.

I reached the beginning of our love, and tried to change things,
But only found the difference, that love from a different time brings,
I was shocked to find, that you no longer had our memories,
As I stared at all our lives, and their superficial emotional stories.

Every single time that I tried to win, by controlling time,
It taught me, that my efforts lacked both reason and rhyme,
It laughed at my attempts to freeze youth, freeze our image,
Upon seeing yet another one failing, it occupied its centrestage.

Having been shown it all, on my very existence it caused a doubt,
Always sending its reminders, age, to challenge me to a bout,
I realised that this thing we call love, is only relative love,
It is how much of the moment we live, that makes it last for now.

This one was my attempt to romanticise and thereby demystify Einstein’s ‘Theory of Relativity’ and present its consequences on special moments in life. Well for those who don’t have any idea of the Theory, it will sound even more complicated, but sorry, can’t help you out on that front, as any further explanation will make this sound like a ‘physics for dummies’ blog. So irrespective of whether you understand the actual theory or not, just go ahead and just have fun reading it.

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