Tuesday, 16 May 2017

Beside You

Oh how I seek to flee far,
From this world of burden and work,
And sit by your side,
On the cool grass outside,
Feeling your presence near me,
Filled with wordless glee,

Looking not at you, nor the lake ahead,
But at the full moon far above our heads,
Eyes fixed, looking into nothingness,
And ears listening to the song of silence,
Hands beside you but touching naught,
My senses closed, working not,
I perceive a bliss through another medium,
Filling my soul, from top to bottom,

Perhaps it's the presence of a life,
A known life, a one that lies,
Quite near, in the surrounding ether,
A one that's perceived uniquely by just another,
A connection that words can know not,
Unexplained even by the greatest poet,
Known to the one that sits by its side,
Felt by arms that have no form nor shape,

Nay, its a hug, an embrace that's felt,
By souls that choose to not hold back but melt,
Each letting the other's presence in,
Filling all the space it holds deep within,
With the essence of its perception of the one near,
Hosting no doubt, nor fear, being completely clear,

It's a bath together in the stillness of the surround,
Where two souls are together and alone,
Oh such is friendship and such is love that lives,
Seeking not something tangible but seeking still,
To sit beside, hold a hand or lean upon,
On a dark night, sans a watch or phone,
Walking in limitless space, sharing a timeless moment,
Immersed in talk but a talk when quiet,
Sans words but engaged in constant exchange,
Lost in each other but feeling safe,

Such moments, though rare as they should be,
Make up the true being that's me,
Adding priceless gems to the calendar of my life,
Ridding me of the need for strife,
Redeeming bottled up pain and irk,
Which flow as tears, from a melted heart.

9:00pm at A422, H13, IIT Bombay, 16.5.2017. Trivial edits up to 9:21pm.

Saturday, 6 May 2017

The Heart

Creatures of startdust they say,
That prowl about land, night and day,
Evolved from animals allegedly lower,
Beings who consider their intelligence flowered,
They capture phenomena and predict acts of Nature,
With physics and math and put them on paper,
But none speaks of this icy mass,
That exists not before it melts,
Its only proof is the water that flows,
As tears trickling down red eyes,
What flows is water, and something did melt,
So it must be ice, says their papery math,
But they grow all emotional, giving it another name,
An experience that isn't but is, they call it the heart, sans shame.

2:05pm 7.1.2017 at room while re-watching Jaatishwar Climax
Trivial edits at 3:08pm on 6.5.2017

Wednesday, 3 May 2017

Unaware

I live, like I've lived forever,
Like I'll always be here,
Immersed in seeking joy in vain,
Anticipating no pain,

Unaware and oblivious,
I fail to see even the obvious,
Jumping upon the smallest chance,
To forget my woes,

Oh do I fail to see the future,
When I shall be tossed about by nature,
My whole reality being crushed,
By the pitiless, dark jaws of death?

A few seconds' pondering at Cafe Mondegar at 11:55pm on 2.4.2017 while sitting with the folks

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