Sunday, August 28, 2016

The Significant Stranger

The blush on her face looked so beautiful,
It was not just the make-up,
He stood a few feet away from her,
Everywhere she went, every time she turned,
She felt him close.

The party progressed,
He was now inches away,
Every time she looked up, their eyes met,
The dance floor was on fire,
She smiled to herself.

People were drunk, craziness was about,
She was high on dance,
Lost in music, unaware of the world,
They danced on,
When someone knocked her,
She fell back,
She turned to say sorry,
All she saw was his smile,
All that she could do was blush.

Now they faced each other,
And danced on,
All that mattered was now,
They synced their moves,
And danced like there was no tomorrow.

The whole evening went by,
She didn't even know,
The music ended, People left,
They exchanged a silent parting nod,
The hope of meeting soon,
The promise of a significant stranger,
The memory of a well-spent evening,
And yes, that smile...

Prisoner

It is not the kind of pain you feel when you get cut, burnt or bruised,
It is a rock solid wall all around you that traps you in,
It is so real, you are convinced you can touch it,
More so painful because it is difficult to prove,
You shout, hit, collide and weep against the wall,
But it doesn’t budge,
You are a prisoner of your own thoughts.

Memories haunt you like ghosts,
Mirage of water in an endless desert,
They cannot quench, only leave you yearning for more,
Your past does not exist; you do not see a future,
And there is no ‘now’ in this bare cell of yours,
A prison of rock solid walls,
Made of your thoughts.

People say it is nothing,
Just a wall of thoughts,
It is all in your head,
I try to believe them,
I walk out of my solitary prison,
Into the dark tunnels of doubt,
Inching through the long passage,
At the first turn, several daggers of ‘What-ifs’ come flying at me,
I can’t bear the onslaught,
I run down the dark tunnel,
Back to my solitude,
A prison with high rock walls,

Made of my thoughts.