A Quantum of Solace

As the morning sun bathes my bed with its warm embraces, I happen to look at my empty morning tea-cup sans tea. Stains of dried tea embellished the rim. I run my finger to expunge the stains. Hmmm. They won't go away. I try it again without much success. So I take the cup to the wash basin. Water does not help. I apply detergent but stains just don't go away. 

So I look at the cup very closely. A beautiful morning tea-cup with blue and white florid design. But there are myriad tea stains which I have not noticed before. They blanched and hardly apparent. But they are there. Silently watching me. Me and my laconic self begin to ponder over this silly inkling which has made my mind pregnant with introspection. 

Interesting. Cogitative self begin to graze over the montage of memories. Trying to test my anamnesis. Flipping through the lifetime of perspicacity, I try to pick up the bits and pieces of it to build a cenotaph for myself. Where I will pay encomium to the experiences I had. Whence, begin my peregrination of the rest of my life. So as I chisel away unwanted bits to give shape to the cenotaph, I find there are bits which are minuscule and very bantam. The refuse to budge and thwart my progress. I strife hard with them. But they refuse to yield. Like those stains in the tea-cup. I can break the cup and throw away the pieces. But how will I do the same with my mind? My soul is now like a battle ground, and my mind is at war with my heart.

Watching them spiting each other with wares I have never known existed. Like black magic and creatures of underworld, ugly and relentless in their thirst for blood and a piece of each other. Such were the memories. Myself, a faux pas peacemaker, watching in consternation and trepidation. Truce is no longer an option. But my obstinate self refuse to capitulate. I join the carnage. 

With nothing but my chisel of prerogative, I continue my construction. I will not abdicate my sovereignty, my right to self-determination. Rivulets of pain,sorrow and happiness is red with blood now. And they agglutinate and become like a puissant river feeding the sea of melancholy. Smog and miasma all around and yet I hold on to whatever is left of me. Hope. 

The cenotaph is standing now. And as the first rays of hope, like ablution, cleanse my soul, clear my mind and release my heart. Morbid and insipid calmness envelopes me now. No Sorrow, No Pain, No Expectations, No Forgiveness, No Trust, No Ego, No Truth, No Lie, No Belief, No Dreams, No Faith. Only Hope and A Quantum of Solace.

The Coffee Shop

Vivek looked at her coffee cup and then his. He was watching her lips.
How it was slowly savoring the liquor.
He could not help but ask, "You love coffee too much don't you?".
"Yes!!! Off course! Very much. Why? Don't you like coffee?".
"Oh! Absolutely. I love coffee. At least, this thing is common between us", he grins adding this.
"o ho!!!", Maya smiles back.

13 years later.

Vivek, looks at his watch and nodded his head. Imran, one of his closest friends, was living up to his reputation. Just like the old days. He was always late as usual. He was very excited to meet Imran after almost 15 long years. The bastard didn't even attend his wedding and called maybe only a dozen times. And rest was through modern man's best friend. Facebook.

Maya was very eager to meet Imran too. She heard so much about him from Vivek. So when Imran called up and said he was coming to town, both of them got very excited. So two of them were waiting for Imran in a coffee shop. They will meet, chat for a while, pick up the kids and take Imran to their house for dinner.
But Imran was late as usual. Vivek had already warned Maya of this. Nothing to do, she inadvertently ordered coffee for both. Vivek looked at her coffee cup and then his. He was watching her lips.
How it was slowly savoring the liquor. Few things never change and he smiled to himself.

Then came Imran with a sheepish smile and looked at his watch.
"Sorry guys! Few things never change.", he grinned.

After they shared pleasantries and introductions,they started chatting like college kids. Joking, teasing and pulling legs. Time was flying by. Maya realized Vivek and Imran were sort of best friends meeting after eons.

She ordered coffee again for three. Imran snapped and corrected it to one coffee and two cups of tea. Bewildered Maya looked at Imran and shrugged. Imran, startled, noticed for the first time there were four empty coffee cups in front of them. Imran looked at Vivek in puzzlement.
Vivek smiled at said," Nothing. Few things also change".
"I don't believe this! You and coffee. It's a total scam. It's David and Goliath story!".
"What!?",Maya.
"Vivek, remember the college days dude? Me and you and cup loads of tea only. How you hated coffee!".
"Imran bhai! Few things change too.".
"But you and coffee. I don't believe this!".
For a moment the two friends looked at each others eyes. They first smiled and then grinned.
Imran said "wow"!
Vivek looked at Maya now.
Her teary eyes revealed it all. It was this very coffee shop from 13 years back.

Move Forward

What wrath has brought the sea of destiny,
to you it matters not.
You shall orchaestrate a mutiny,
when the sun of hope has rose not.

Move forward my friend,
though the land of past will hold back your plough.
You yourself till your land,
a trend you set for everyone now.

Be the rider of the chariot life,
and dribble through paths hilly and dark.
Be sure of the will horse a strife,
with bend when occurs, you embark.

Conquer My Heart

Hold me tight.
So that my heart talks to yours.
Your smile is the light,
which creates in my heart VIBGYORs.

It is the way you make me feel,
that no one else does.
To get your love, is my zeal,
that is all the buzz.

Let me get lost in your ebony eyes,
and stay in the darkness forever.
That is what give me highs,
and let me feel the fervor.

Let me see your hair dance,
like a ballerina in a ballet.
It gets me into a trance,
forever and a day.

Let me touch your face,
to feel the smoothness of your skin.
It is nothing but like a lace,
from temple to chin.

Let me hear your voice,
for it made my heart asunder.
AM helpless and have no choice,
to master, a slave surrender.

Let me feel your lips,
for it I am so dreary weary.
Heart, a beat it skips,
it ignites feelings fiery.

My heart is for you to conquer,
for it is all I have my dove.
deep in my heart I know you concur,
to lock it up in your dungeon love.

Wake Up

Wake up my love, wake up.
for the sun is ready to kiss your cheeks,
with your hair, Wind is ready to make up,
your feet is what the green grass seeks.

Birds are ready to sing you a song,
flowers have bloomed to adore you,
leafy trees know not what is wrong,
until they make a shade for you.

Wake up my love, wake up,
for time has stood still,
it will not move up,
Until Your laugh gives him a thrill.

Sultry clouds up in the sky,
are ready with their rain.
You know not the reason why,
they will not do their drain.

Wake up my love, wake up.
For an empty heart is lonely.
Let your life do the fill up,
and rest of it will be homely.

Love Story

He is a bum, fat and plum,
She is the one, everyone is after.
He is a mute, words refute,
she is an epitome of laughter.

Love at first sight was for him,
but he could not say a word.
She is so cute, full of vim,
but he rather say that to a bird.

He is a nerd, and knew not a word,
that would change everything.
She is beautiful, plenty and life-full,
but he is nothing but boring.

So time went by, he couldn't say a bye,
and wished what could have been.
She is now shy, like whiskey out of rye,
might be very well a miss teen.


Out of pain, he put it down in plain,
what he wanted in his diary.
Is it love? He couldn't explain,
since now it is making him weary.

Now she is in college, sublime with age,
but couldn't bring herself to speak.
There he is in the hall, strong and tall,
she hated when people called him geek.

Since childhood she waited, times wasted,
for the right moment to convey.
She is in tears, all the pain she bears,
He wouldn't even say a 'Hey!'.

Out of pain, she put it down in plain,
what she wanted in her diary.
Is it love? She couldn't explain,
since now it is making her weary.

On a sunny day, on grass they lay,
when the college bell rang.
Bumped on their way, needless to say,
diaries got exchanged and the birds sang.

I know my friend, you got hold of the trend,
it is nothing but God's glory.
Exchanged their diaries, exchanged their heart,
but here is not end to the love story.

A Part of Me

Yesterday night I had a dream.
A forest with a beautiful stream.
Yonder a tree with lively bough,
never seen anything like it, I vow.

I sat to hear the gurgling sound,
mystique of the place was astound.
What made me startle was a doe,
her movements where to and fro.

I wanted touch her,
I wanted to feel her,
and I darted, to catch her,
but could not,  keep with her.

After many a days I stopped,
I knew the whole idea had flopped,
When suddenly from behind a bush she hopped,
Saw HER black eyes and my jaws dropped.

Wanted to hold the moment forever,
emotions churned my heart stronger,
then she lifted her glowing face,
I knew then, she was the one I did embrace.

I knew not what got to her,
I knew not if I was the one for her,
a raging storm was the longing for her,
I knelt down, to worship her.

It was dawn when the birds sang,
and yet she lingered on my mind.
Somewhere far, temple bells rang,
with her thoughts, my heart was twined.

A bit of mud was still on my feet.
Tufts of grass crowned my head.
Seeing them I started to seethe,
And I couldn't keep myself in bed.

So it was true after all,
as if a writing on the wall,
all these years I seldom realized,
in heart you were there, always prized.

I know not what will become of you,
I know not what will become of me,
But I am sure of one single view.
You were always a part of me.