Xpre$$!ons...

It's so difficult to stand, stand in one place for long!
Every time i stand there, it's just for 'some' time.
That time, this time and every time,
i wish no distance from the old that has gone,
i wish no closeness to the newness to come,
...i wish no colour that changes me,
i wish i stand here for long and say,
"It's not so difficult to stand, stand in one place for long!"

Xpre$$!ons...

"I walk back to the same shore again, back home and yet homeless"!

A sea of emotions

Xpre$$!ons...

There was a wave of tide that rushed unto me;
I stand there looking, as they wash my feet,
it runs back to the sea like a child in the game.
The sea water came gushing again,
I am crying within.

A tear settles in the corner of my eyelid,
and drops down on my wet feet,
it goes back as water to the sea.

I reconcile and sit down the shore side,
There is noise that fell into my deaf ears.
I was being watched, heard and felt.

While I thought I was all alone,
There, she made me feel her presence.
I am sad, and she was gay.
Hers was the water, mine a tear.

They said…

Xpre$$!ons...

They said, ‘careful ahead, go slow.’
I ignore.
They said, ‘you’re doing it again.’
I ignore.
They said, ‘it’s wrong.’
I ignore.
They said, ‘I don’t have to do this.’
I ignore.
They said, and kept saying.
They still are…
I ignore.
They said, ‘Ignore.’
I listen.

Xpre$$!ons...

And the second time I have fallen like before,
but not a fall that would mar.
There’s a foothold,
keeping me grounded, unlike before.

You are the man I wait for

Xpre$$!ons...

No wonder this happened again,
you came with a surprise way in,
and so many surprises await.
For a man that you are,
this togetherness makes you my mate.
For a woman that I am,
you are the man I wait for.

Don’t make me wait for long,
take me away with you.
far, far from the coldness of this longing.
Unseen, untouched that our love is,
i see a touching, staring future ahead.
For a woman that I am,
you are the man I wait for.

Pasting dusty bygone

Xpre$$!ons...

Its gone, gone and gone.
When I stand here, looking back
An abhorrent past plays,
Some good, many dire shades they are.
I walk there, up to it.
I did not wipe the dust.
Its gone, gone and gone.

I saw a smile in darkness…
and a light here and there.
They came laughing, sometimes!
but laughing went back they,
crying the laughter’s wrath,
I stood there.
The pages I left there and walked,
i reached so far from dust and…
there came a running laugh, it stayed.
Still there, I see front.
And laugh at ‘pasting dusty bygone’.
Its gone, gone and gone.