Sunday, September 25, 2016

Why doesn't the well dry up?

Why doesn't the well of emotions dry up?

In spite of knowing the pain of putting too much trust,
Too much love and too much hope,
The well of emotions is like a self-renewing well,
That keeps getting refilled whatever be the amount of water drawn out,
The well has seen wastage of its water,
Misuse and ill treatment,
Its waters are used not only by the good and deserving,
Miscreants and crooks also have access,
The well still goes on,
Doesn't prevent anyone from gaining access to its resources,
Unable to choose the people who have access to it,
The well might wish to dry itself up,
But there is an undying source of water,
That fills it up every time there is a lowering in level,
What should the well do,

Why doesn't it just dry up!!!

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Mai Kisi Ki Khwahish Nahin, Zaroorat Banna Chahti Hoon (I want not to be someone's desire, but their need)

It is a precarious role,
To be someone’s desire,
For desires surge and go down,
You may be able to lead them onto unused paths,
You may weave a magic web around,
You might keep them intoxicated in your thoughts,
You may exert your influence,
You might be pampered, you might be held in awe,
You might be worshipped, you might be always looked for,
But desires are always precarious.

You need to be just out of reach,
Too way ahead might turn them down in hopelessness,
Too close might turn them off in victory,
And above all, you aren’t a thing,
Don’t you have wishes of your own?
How long could you be someone’s desire and hold your fort,
Your insecurity of losing your charm forcing you to walk head held high,
Suppressing your own emotional needs,
There’s a point when everybody needs a landing ground,
A beloved’s arms to run into when you feel down,
The need to love truly and be loved in return,
Come what may, rain or sun,
It might be fanciful to be everybody’s desired,
But any day it is worthier to be just one’s dear.


(A thought that sprang in my mind after watching Ae Dil Hai Mushkil song - There is a single line dialogue which is just the reverse of the essence of this post) #Bulleya

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Not easy

It is not easy,
To love someone and to lose,
It is not fair,
To love someone who has a special someone else,
It is not feasible,
To keep the pain down, act as if it is nothing,
It is quite impossible,
To not let the love show through when I think of your face,
There must be a way out,
Of this apparent dead end,
Not just a dead end, it is a dead corner,
A steel box,
No way out I see, back or forth,
I sit inside, crying, howling,
Calling out for help,
Soon I realize nobody is coming,
My howls become whimpers,
Whimpers of pain and desperation,
I get tired and fall asleep,
I awake in a while,
To find the box still around,
It drives me crazy,
I cry again,
I cry till it my energy drains,
My heart numbs out,
I quietly reminisce on the past,
And then I see your face,

It starts all over…

Friday, September 9, 2016

Perils of being passionate

It is a pain to be passionate,
Passionate in your feelings, thoughts and deeds,
To feel things so well and so deep,
It hurts to even fathom the depth,
Even more so when there is no one to understand,
The level to which you can think and feel,
Hardly do people perceive,
A passionate person’s energy and zeal,
It is not just the enthusiasm to do a job,
It is also when you come across someone’s sob,
When you empathize so much with their gloom,
That you take it to be your own,
When you promise to finish a task,
You move mountains to make it last,
When there is a beautiful conversation,
You could swear it created a sensation,
In that deep ocean of your mind,
You hate unfinished talks,
They haunt you and you re-analyze every word,
Your creative mind comes up with infinite possibilities,
Of what could have been and might it have meant,
Did they really feel so or did you overthink?
Thoughts run at a billion per second,
The world is too slow, fake and unfeeling,
Nobody cares for your deep thoughts unreeling,
You feel stuck in a whirlwind of emotions,
With nobody to listen or care for a moment,
It is a pain so real you can reach out and touch it,
You need no one to offer solutions,
Just a listening ear and an empathizing smile,
Again you will know if it is fake or vile,
That is why it is a peril I say,
To be a thinker, overly passionate.

[If you could relate to this even a bit, probably you are one of those deep thinkers too!] :)

Thursday, September 8, 2016

The unused well

I am an unused well,
Located in a scenic range,
Wild flowers bloom all around,
There is lush green vegetation by my side,
By day, I am beautiful and tame,
Waiting to be captured in someone’s frame,
Penned into someone’s poetry,
Captivated in an author’s story,
Or brushed into an artist’s canvas.

By night, I am dark and murk,
In the darkness, evils lurk,
Snakes and scorpions aren’t the lot,
Dangers stem even from scary thoughts,
I stand a mute witness to night and day,
But I was not always this way,
Not long ago there were people,
Who came to me every day,
Their conversations, laughter, voices still echo,
In my deep, still waters,
I have water, but it rots,
My walls are crumbling, there is moss,
Tadpoles and fishes swim about,
Clouding my sparkling waters and past clout,
I see the full moon once a month,
But she doesn’t want to see herself in my murk,
I am an unused well,

I don’t know if I will see any change.