Strangers in a Room

While I see you strut around,
Making demands to see things all perfection.
Sharing the space, sharing the time,
Without giving a piece of you,
Taking away chipping pieces of mine.

While I see you giving commands,
Follow the order and I will hear no noise.
Aberrations met with cold silences  or hell fire,
Only with me, never with you.
You are never wrong while I am never right.

While I see you shut me out,
Looking through me, building walls to be here and yet away.
All communication limited to courtesy calls,
Only that courtesy seems to be a bit one sided.
We are just loners who are strangers in a room.

Numb

Have you been seeking
And yet find no answers
To what makes it go away
The warmth, the compassion
The eagerness, the angst
Away from the eyes
Away from the soul
Away in front of you
Making no time
Making no memories
Making a fool
Of you
Of you
Of you
All still
All calm
All Numb.

Being Small

I gaze upon the sky, wondering at its expanse;
The gigantic stream of stars and planets in the cosmos looking down at me.
I wonder where I am and how I came to be,
And in this giant scheme of things, what would my contribution be.

I am too small an entity to believe that I am a superior being;
Just a speck, if I am to zoom out of my own reality.
A tiny spectacle on a planet among planets, in a galaxy among several others,
And this flaw to feel immense while being so small makes me shudder.

Am I inconsequential then? I ask myself looking up again;
I guess the answer to that would be relative to my being here.
I get restless in my quest for understanding this life sublime,
And I begin to question my imprint again on the sands of time.

Dreams

My dreams are fractured but alive and on track.
They just take a while to catch up with my being.

The Soldier

Putting my insomnia to good use by writing this poem at 5:30 am this morning.

The Soldier....

Cacophonous, dizzying battles of the mind,
Quite the sketchy, Arduous affair.
No lines drawn on these battlefields,
To demarcate limits or borders.
And yet the battles rage on,
In Kitchens or Corporate Jungles.
Each having its predators and prey,
Each more simply complex than the other.

Tactics, strategies or boot licking,
To each his or her own rules for success.
The lines of sanity blur soon with the thirst for acceptance or power,
How soon before the predator becomes the prey?
The jungles have their rigid rules,
Kill or be killed being the primary one.
How long before a soldier becomes a savage?
Feeding off his own pride, lust and greed.

Tough to stay put and stand ones ground in these battles,
But the soldier must conquer his mind first for the Win.
In no jungle is there any scope for the weak,
But weakness or strength is for the soldier to define and question.
Is it worth losing humanity for the wars of the mind?
Or is it too easy to follow the herd and become a sheep?
Defiance is often taken as insubordination in a jungle.
Punished, mocked at, ostracized.
Yet these battles would be futile if they meant nothing and lead nowhere,
With the burden of choice hanging quite heavily on the soldier.

Your Smile

A million things beautiful hidden in your smile,
Hope that transcends my fears and everything dreary in the world.
Don't lose it my dear in the strife of  this life,
Among things mundane, humdrum and insane in here.

Do you know how infectious your smile can be?
Like a warm stroke of sunlight on a chilly winter day.
You know not the power of something as simple as this,
How you save lives everyday with such simple warmth.

I am amazed that you know not the potential that you have,
That you undermine your gifts and their effects on people.
Let me show you what you are all about my dear,
In a mirror that shows the constructive path of love and hope....

Passersby

Hi..just wrote my first post birthday poem for 2016.
So here goes..

Passersby....
By Kuheli Roy aka Kasak

Indeed it would be queer to cross paths without a glance,
Committing the other to memory.
Not a word spoken, no dream shared,
Just a series of random coincidences for meetings they know not they have had.

Or do they?

In that split second of passage,
Who knows what's in store for them.
For they have shared more than it may so seem to the mundane - time,
No matter how short it may be or long enough for destiny.

Isn't time relative?

Mine....

Welcome to my world,
My love is all for you to take.
If you see me..but would you?
In this world of spectacular sights and sounds,
Where would you find me?
I may be lost to you or maybe u will miss me....
I don't want either.
What i really want is your totality and I do not have conditions.

Maybe certain expectations arising out of this human existence,
Who are you to me but for the other half of myself!
Your absence and your presence blend into each other,
Colouring my universe in myriad hues.
You might be the best or the worst that can be to the world,
But all I can think of you is that You are mine and all that I wanted Mine to be.....

Choppy Sea....

I rode the waves furiously up a choppy sea,
Amidst the dark skies and the torrents rough.
Never knew I would crash, burn and want to flee,
When I viewed myself a Victor through Life's Crest and Trough.

One day I shall return to converse with the sea,
When it is crashing the answers into my ears.
I would ponder over the yesterday's these days will then be,
I will probably learn to live with my fears.

Battles, Victories, Losses and the in betweens make me ponder,
Over the means more than outcomes which set my bar.
It's million facets fascinate, astonish, sadden and make me wonder,
Of what a dynamically fluid stage life has been thus far.