You..

So this Poem for you, My Muse is called YOU..

I Look into the glass,
I see the image get reflected.
Is that ME standing there?
Or is that the YOU IN ME getting reflected?

You - The Muse that Captivates,
That transports the senses beyond reason.
The Inspiration Within,
And The Person Without.

A thousand stars in the sky,
Vouched for a Powerful Union.
And Yet its Destiny's Whim to Change,
The Imperfect Game for the Perfect Match.

Changing the game is not to be tried,
Yet I find Myself Lost in You.
How can My Thoughts Not Wander,
And Find Themselves Stuck on You?

You - The Wonderful, Mysterious You,
The Scarred yet Pristine You.
The One I Feel More than Myself,
And Yet Know Not and Let That Be.

I Shatter the Mirror into Tiny Fragments,
To Drive Your Reflection Away from Me.
But My Action Taunts Me in the Cruelest Way,
Each Fragment Reflecting More of YOU IN ME....

Why Wish a Muse..

I wrote this on Valentine's Day..

Why wish a muse
so far gone into the night?
Why wait with baited breath
to see you all right?
For you are the ornament
that adorns my body of life.
For you are the spark before a smouldering fire
that keeps me burning bright..

Happy Valentine's Day my Muse..
I hope you keep firing my thoughts, lighting my spirit and fueling my imagination
Till the End of Time....

So, my Muse..I hope you know what I feel when I am with you..or even Without..Just thinking about you....

With you I feel lost,
in a bubble of my own,
My Heart warms up with delight,
When you touch my soul..

Old Memories are revived,
New Memories are formed.
Just watching you laugh and talk,
I get my smile back..

Being with you is not all mirthful,
Yet there is something about strife.
The anger - a spec in time,
Waiting to be replaced with Joy..

I was without you once but I never am,
How can I substitute you My Muse?
When your absense is Unthinkable
and your very presence a Vibrant Vibgyor..

I would ask you to stop the clock,
If and When we ever meet again.
I know they say Nothing lasts Forever,
But My Muse, Isn't that Challenge Enough....;)

My Undoing

For You My Muse..Because its what you do to me....

My Undoing....

If you could only see me now,
If you could only feel it,
You would know
without the slightest doubt,
What you have done to me
Is my undoing..

Oblivious to the sights and sounds,
Of the cacophony, squalor or majesty,
Of the varied human nature,
Playing with your kaleidoscope
Of Molten Hot Hues
Is my Undoing..

Building a bubble or a world of my Own,
My Passions Simmering and on the Edge,
Teasing and Yet Testing the Limits,
Fantasizing Incessantly and almost Inherantly
About your layers of Ardour
Is my Undoing..

Palace of Illusions..

Woke up from a dream to write this..So, my muse, another poem....

Palace of Illusions..

Hazy Images fogging my mind,
No clarity of thought,
No shape to them either,
A palace of illusions,
Of dreams that may shatter soon,
Or maybe preserved
In the Pyramid of the Heart....

I see someone watching over me,
There is a distance and steps to be taken..
Maybe not....
I look into his eyes..
Maybe I'm Lost..
Or maybe something changes,
And instead I find You..

You - The Mysterious, etheraeal you,
Will you vapourize right before my eyes?
Or maintain the solid, stoic stance..
Thats a potent magnetic force?

I do not wait for an answer,
I do not wait at all.
I let you be The Dark Knight -
An Illusive Stranger
I run away instead.

I have to escape the palace
The doors are shutting down.
Its a game against time..
And Im not planning to lose.

But have I lost already?
Something feels amiss,
The doors shut down
with a thud..
I HAVE LEFT MY SOUL BEHIND!

No Presence, No Absence

I am not losing anything,
I had nothing to lose to begin with
But I wish I had the sense
To breath in my Muse
Savour in the luxury

But who on Earth said that
Absence is the lack of Presence
Seems to me that presence is overrated
A little warped in meaning

For the muse is a forever entity
Away from the play of presence and absence..
Capable of rendering my mind and heart
A little meaningful, not little meaningless

It has got nothing to do with presence or absence
It has got everything to do with the person you are..
Being possessed by your very entity..
And a very unique, mysterious, captivating Identity....

Rock my World..

For my Muse....because you simply rock my world....

I don't KNOW you,
You don't KNOW me.
Yet, we meet often,
Sometimes, we even talk..

Are we friends yet?
I simply don't know..
Yet this frenzy,
Refuses to die down..

So, I DO care..
So, You DON'T care..
So, You aren't a part..
Of my deluded world....

Yet you rock my world,
You colour it in rainbow hues..
You are the unsuspecting tangent,
To the careful circle of my life.

So what if your presence,
Is my only wish..
So what if moments with you are,
Permanently etched in memory..

I don't live in illusions,
I don't want no reality.
Its not my imagination..
It is a truth well known..

I feel my world has shaken..
To degrees unfathomed.
Yet, the warmth of your words and smiles,
make me feel cherished like a cherub in the womb..

You Rock My World My Muse..
BY SIMPLY BEING THERE..
Its You and Sharing moments with You,
That Capture Running Time..

The World Rocks and Comes to a Halt..
In the space of a few minutes in your presence..
Its just simply YOU..
Who MAKES ALL THE DIFFERENCE....

The Little Mermaid..

At times when you don't like me,
I open my eyes, that feel like lead,
Look around me in anticipation,
Waiting for my Fairy God Mother..

But what did I expect..
To be the fortunate Cinderella?
With Fate and Magic by her side
and a Smitten Prince Charming in tow..Hah!

If Reality were to be Fiction..
What Character would I be?
No Sleeping Beauty or Cinderella for sure..
I would be the Little Mermaid lost as Froth in the Sea....

Lost....

A special occasion warrants a special poem..Thinking about you, my Muse..On your Special Day....


Lost....

Why do I feel so Lost,
As if I'm standing on the Edge..
On the Line that separates
Agony from Ecstasy....

Am I feeling them both,
Or am I blissfully Numb?
What is this feeling..
Novel and yet as old as time..

Why am I smiling and yet crying
I'm not even aware of what I want to do
Thinking about you is both pleasure and pain
I'm rediscovering myself through You..

Its mesmerizing, its exhilarating
Its captivating to be with you
Do not know how to do without this..
Losing myself to you is Dangerous....

The Exit!!

So, I'm thinking that I'll be leaving soon..Just the thought of leaving family, friends, my muse leaves me in cold sweat and maybe even in hot tears..so many changes..so soon..There is hardly any room for preparation..maybe the time spent with loved ones is never enough..and its all about to change..forever..

For my Muse..


THE EXIT!!


Parted Lips sighed his name
A pearly smile is the perfect facade
shadowing the pool of tears
I'm on the edge now
I take the final bow
The game is up
The play is over
The lights are dim
The curtains fall
Was there even time for Catharsis?
The Audience Applause -
An abrasive cacophony to the senses..
I'm jarred, scarred, torn apart..
Is finality the final blow..
There is no time left to ponder..
It's time to EXIT!!

Ecstatic!!

I'm wondering whether the endless toil,
would reap the desired fruits..
I'm impatient, its a huge turmoil,
that I grapple with day in and day out..


Begging is what I have resorted to,
For opportunities I find fit are as rare as diamonds..
Going with the flow is not what I intend to do,
Going against the tide and emerging a winner is my destiny..


I'm in a race only with myself wherein,
I strive constantly for perfection and creativity..
So many goals, dreams, desires and cravings,
So many strategies to make them come true..


And yet that first step is the toughest to take,
So many temptations, so many fears..
Not losing focus is the only way,
To make sure my life is headed to where I desire..


Taking calculated Risks and Being Patient,
Waiting for the Right Moment..
Preparing, Researching and being Tolerant,
Waiting, Waiting and More Waiting..


That Patience pays off is more than a saying,
It is the mantra of life per say..
A golden opportunity - I must be dreaming,
No stones to be left unturned for it..


A conversation true to myself,
A combination of suavity, poise and control..
Then the test of nerves and elegance,
Prayers to the Almighty in the face of sheer scarcity..


The Moment of Truth - The result of an ordeal,
It' is a rare opportunity - It's a Make or Break..
Praying to the Lord to be placed for real,
An Affirmation - Oh Nothing in the world beats the feeling..


Sheer Ecstasy, the feeling of Unbridled Joy,
Totally Unparalleled and Absolutely Irreplaceable..
The spirit soars high enough to kiss the sky,
A feeling to be shared with people that most matter..


Being true to one and all works more than lies,
It touches the right chords deep within the recesses of the mind..
A heart of gold always shines,
Backed with a functional brain and the right temperament..


The Taste of Success Well Earned is Sweet Indeed,
The Joy Unparalleled, The Ecstasy Everlasting..
The Feeling is so Enormous that Nothing can Beat,
It becomes The Halo, The Guiding Light, The only Goal - The Destiny!!

Moments in Time....

Seeing and Meeting My Muse is Pure Ecstasy to the Senses..It feels Wonderful. Can't really say How Good it Feels..The Sheer Pleasure to see Him all Enthusiastic and Dynamic simply Stops Time....Not the Prince of Persia..but a Self proclaimed 'Prince' none the less..This is to a Very Special Friend..My Muse....

This one's called Moments in Time....

We meet again,
It has been weeks.
Sharing time and conversations,
I'm Living a Dream..
and Dreams are Illusive,
So are YOU.
Yet Time Stops.
Yet Again..
I'm Mesmerized.
I Breathe in You,
Taking You in.
All of You..
The Mirth in your Eyes,
The Contagious Enthusiasm in your Voice,
The Dynamism of your Persona,
The Passion and Drive,
Everything More Magnetic by the Second.
And Yet to Part..
Agonizing, Confusing.
Have to go,
I Really Must.
A Handshake won't do,
A Bare, Consuming Hug,
Like a Potion for Life.
I Have You Now, My Friend,
Like a Cocoon of Warmth and Reassurance,
That melts and Reaches to the Core.
It is Easier now to Survive,
Until We Meet Again....

THE CONCEPT OF MUSE....

The concept of Muse,
The way it captures the imagination,
Too difficult to fathom,
Too easy to jump to conclusions.

Not an infatuation,
Nothing so immature,
Ordinary or momentary,
No longings and sudden disappearances.

A constant wealth of emotions,
Caring beyond measure,
Affection beyond doubts,
No names possible to explain this.

A selfless wish for his success,
No motive for captivity,
An inspiration for creativity,
Truly necessary for life.

BEYOND THE VERY ORDINARY,
MAKING A HUGE DIFFERENCE,
SO VERY SPECIAL,
MY MUSE!!

Suicide

The sheer futility of existence,
A meaningless life,
No one who cares,
No one to care for.

A loveless monotony,
Devoid of genuine affection,
No friends, no family, no love,
No one to understand the depth.

A life that faces scorn and bitterness,
A life scalded by insults and sarcasm,
A life humiliated for difference and non conformity,
A life that is beautiful and yet not enough.

So much pain and sadness,
So carefully masked and concealed,
A life that is sought after and yet,
A life no one can see through.

A smile that hides a wealth of tears,
Some shed, some guarded by esteem,
Casual banter and meaningless talk,
Veiling the intensity of the hurt.

Contemplating suicide is tempting enough,
Luring into a faceless trap,
A promise to set you free,
An introduction to finality.

Yet suicide is not really an option,
Not when a part of you,
Dies everyday, hour and second,
Not when you celebrate that death.

A numbness within,
A cold cruelty,
Wishing myself to die,
And feel death consuming me gradually....