Anonymity

I often wonder what it would be like

To mean nothing to somebody

I often wonder if it would be the same

As meaning everything to somebody.

Will the shield of dark shadows

Let my honest soul roam bear?

Will the warmth of a spotlight

Allow my bones to dare?

No happy memories for adhesive

No bitter tragedies to damage

No obligations, no justifications

No excuse of burden or baggage.

Will it offer a perspective so straight

Will it untangle my twisted ways

Will the removal of judgmental tomorrows

Ever make way for honest todays?

Sometimes the greatest strength

Sometimes the greatest insecurity

It comforts, and it cripples

How strange is anonymity.

A land called 'Almost There'

I live in a land called ‘Almost there’

It’s pretty much next to the ‘Middle of Nowhere’.

Majority immigrants come from ‘I don’t care’

And many more pour in from ‘I didn’t dare’.

Heavily populated, we live here and there

Just us mediocre souls, geniuses are rare.

We make mistakes we can never repair

With ‘ordinary’ is our longest love affair.

All we ever scored was ‘F’ for ‘Fair’

Procrastination is a talent we innately share.

A land called ‘Genius’ we’re locating in despair

Instead, we’re loyal citizens to the land called ‘Almost there’.

Workhour Whines

First draft. Didn't give enough of a crap for a second look.

Hammer out all your frustration at your PC

Sneak away stealthily before anybody can see.

Extinguish a fiery mood with a pack or two

How to find a place where woes are few?

Escape to unexplored lands with just a blunt

Pump out the adrenaline with a dangerous stunt

Move someplace where all is harmless and new

How to find a place where woes are few?

Curse the living daylights out of the bitch called fate

Write a shabby poem that you definitely hate.

No matter what the means, you can’t beat what’s true

You’ll never find a place where woes are few. 

Mirror

Look into the mirror. What do you see?

Just a shadow of the person you used to be?

Look into the mirror. What do you feel?

Robbed of the secrets you didn’t reveal?

Look into the mirror. What do you regret?

To that lifelong dream, not saying 'Go get'?

Look into the mirror. What do you wish?

That you could change it all in just a swish?

Look into the mirror. What do you want?

To go back to a time when reality didn’t daunt?

Look into the mirror. What makes you smile?

That despite it all, you turned out just fine :) 

Dreaded Dungeon of Disease

You know your days are numbered

When something evil has you thrown

Into the dreaded dungeon of disease

Food, Air, Water, Vector-borne.

My body temperature has turned bipolar

My taste buds are on strike

My head is on a permanent roller coaster

A rush you wouldn't like.

A vast white ceiling for a permanent view

Despicable chemical drugs for vices

Food and soups that taste like feet

Devoid of all sugars and spices.

But there’s something about this misery

That’s oddly, oddly comforting

No agenda, nowhere to be

Now begins the vegetating!

The Kiss

One eventful monsoon evening down the pot-holed street,

Skilfully dodging puddles as slime and grime bathed my feet.

They called him the Buzz in town, the one who went astray

He took one look at my bare legs, and I knew I was his prey.

Advancing towards me, he moved with a choreographed stealth

I clapped even before his show began; he wasn't good for my health.

Sensing an opening, he swooped in before I could act

And he kissed me - The presence of mind to fight him, I lacked.

Now here I sit everyday, staring up at the whitest white

Injections, blood tests, tablets - it's too late to put up a fight.

The world had warned me, but little did I know

That it would be so horrifying to get kissed by a mosquito.

Just another tale

Long long ago, lost in history

I found a story of magical mystery.

A royal legend told in time

Which made the birds chirp and the winds chime.

Love as pure as molten gold

Forever.. Immortal.. Never old.

A bond as intricate as silken weave

A lasting impression on my soul, it did leave.

With hearts of glass they surrendered brittle

Passion melting them away, little by little.

Until he galloped away on his horse

Birthing yet another tale of love and loss.