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Vikram sikki Oct 2016
I don't see you anymore
I can see those books
You were reading
Few still trapped in cellophane
Waiting for you to liberate
And walk with them

Your pyjamas and yeah,that grey tee
You loved it so much
That we bought six of em
All are there
Looking at me blankly now
Asking what now...

Your watch still on the table
Ticking but not
I see your ideas all over
That old blue rug
Those silly comics poster
The sickly coloured socks

And
O for god sake
That wand of yours.
Come back if it works
You idiot

I see you
Stumbling over nothing
Jumping around

I see all of you
So many of you
Everywhere

But only one of me
Looking for you
amongst all the memories
Wanting that one of you
Any-******-one
Come out and
Just look at me
And break a smile
In me;
Please


I see self in the mirror
My life shrinked to my eyes
Dead eyes
Your imprints all over ;
All over the house, the garden, the kitchen
The floor, the plates, glasses, remote, this world of ours,
The air I ll ve to breathe
On me which I ve to live with.

On me.
Just after you, what's left is you more than anything.
Vikram sikki Oct 2016
We are unstoppable when we are in control

Others may or may not know
What we have done
But only we know
What that meant

You have slept through nights
But it took few sleepless ones to do so
For comfort follows struggle


We have all won the fights,
we never fought

He did what he had to
He chose the way he lived
He chose the way he didn't have to live

Then a man
Now a lamp

Bapu.

It's Gandhi Jayanti
Let's be better
Mahatma Gandhi
Vikram sikki Aug 2016
What do you think
When I say
And when I don't
What you like
And things you don't

Say things you think
So that I can link
And try afresh, try anew
A joke on me or two on you

But say it please
Clear and loud
My junk-head is all
Smog and cloud
With silly adventures of my own
with words and friends
In times bygone

I know me self
I miss the point
To make a point
You get it?

No ; I knew it
Missed it too!!

So bear with me
for I need you
To bear the self
When not with you.
Vikram sikki May 2017
Come see it
Just see
Don't think , don't blink
Let it be

And please No.
no... no... no
Stop trying to acknowledge
With adjectives learned from college

Not everything seen
Has to mean
This place, this moment
You 've never been
Nor can you be
So just see

Come see it
You lucky one
For not all can
But only
some see it.

Come
See it
Mindfulness
Vikram sikki Jul 2017
Don't talk to me
Ye vanity
Cladding truth in urbanity

Expressions left to emojis
For Conversations we type
Reassuring through selfies
Relationships through swipes

Get drenched in rain
Get scorched in Sun
Quiver once in a while in pain
Drain out after a run

Get in a fight in real
Burst off of sorrow
Then you ll know what matters
It's today not tomorrow

Let go
Let go
O please
Let go
The veneer of sophistication
The hope of impression
Smiling through frustration
And short term-fad salvation

And if not
Never blame it on generation
For We took the turns
and We paved the path
We are here for what we chose
And we only ll be wondering at last

we always had a choice
Always...
We are sold to the times. We are owned and fed.
Vikram sikki Nov 2016
I read it on a wall
"Live more"

Okay!!!
I exhaled and walked past

Same old ****, right?
What does that even mean

We just live
Breathe and eat and walk and talk
And do it again
And again


For what ?
Working our way towards
The ultimate end

Where all our numbers-
Money, age, calories, friends
Zero, seven, million, on and on
Will remain same but not.

So just before the last breath
I draw
I don't wanna say
I lived,
Just lived.


But rather
I won't wait to die
And live on till that last goodbye

I ll be shaking hands
And hugging friends
Eating muffins
Listening bands
And fall flat there if I have to go
But no , not on the bed
Waiting like a convict on row


Keep doing things
You would have wanted
To be done
Before you are done
Say things aloud
And write your mind
Sing her that song
Play odds and blind

Who cares
if right or wrong


Come out of you
The you of now, Open your door
Do life a favour
And live it more.

Live it more!!
Vikram sikki Jul 2016
You are the best flower of my harvest
Never took myself a farmer
Saw you budding from depth against
my apathy, My reluctance

My then perfect shell
I was like a frog in the well

I waver a lot
For I never saw , never had
A sapling growing for me
Growing on me

So please overlook
If I at times miss on
Providing you

Sun of my care
Shade of my embrace
And water of my love

But my little flower
I am always there
All seasons
For no reasons
No conditions

With you Alongside
To support you
Your vines
Clambering on me
All over
To reach my heart
My soul
Intertwined, growing together
On each other
For each other

Through all seasons
My flower
Vikram sikki Aug 2017
He is dead and close
As he never shows
Tantrums and huffs
Like others all the time

He never jumps and scare
Does not annoy anymore
Never turn up and never turn down
Never offends, never complains

Just silently lurks in memories
And looks all happy
Quietly stays in the past
That will always last

We never talked that much
Now I wish I could
But he ll never know
That I wished so

He will never be
The friend he could be
Will never know my secret tree
My top ten and our best three

But it's good that he didn't see
How I cried and cried
when he Ceased to be
And gone like an escapee

As if a song finishes abruptly
Only never to be replayed
Your mind tries hard to rewind
But sorrow distorts memory all the time

But wait
Mine is dead
Yours may still be here
Some so dear, some not near

Do whatever
Talk, sing, cry,shoot, send
Anything is better than
That one dead friend..

Friends
Nothing happens later
You know better!!
Do it till you can.
Vikram sikki Jul 2016
Like 5 or 6 ...was i ....doesn't matter
but little,a small one for sure
Sure of that not because i remember seeing myself in mirror
But everyone else was so huge
Their palms big enough to be afraid of
Most of the world was above us
To amaze or annoy us
Can only be reached by our little eyes
Transfixed a little more than now
Ogling , making sense and befitting it in our own world of limited understanding
But few things were there
Seemed Precisely sized up for us
As if Toyed down for me and
those friends-as big as me
Never had to look up above or below
Right in level casting our surprised eyes on each other smiling through the eyes first in approval and acceptance; that tacit truce
As if we've found refuge in each other
in that big world


They made order with us -chaos (filled minds) and confused, wondering mostly
What suddenly happened; what and why I m doing it and
How far (in distance and time) is the home.
My home.
The school became "My" school to in few days

All of us dressed same, loaded with our loaded bags
Fobbed off to school in the morning
In a different world.  Our world
With more of us there
Used to stand in same row at the morning
Prayer/assembly,
height wise.....was it ?
Pushing on toes to peek over each others over those glistening oiled and then combed hairs
stacked primly to stay there for some time

Puffy reddening cheeks due to .... always smiling ....was it ?
A little henkey in left pocket always,
seldom used though
Dressed immaculately in halves
Those action shoes......was it ?
Singing prayer in unison
Eyes closed but stealing glances
Opening an eye,tilting head
And enjoying the moment secretively
Glorifying in the maneaouvre just accomplished
Sometimes yawning and snapping it back to that plumbed, more ***** posture
Thinking that too went unnoticed...Did it?
Standing through all that rut daily
That "aaj ka vichar"(today's quote)twice
A poem also ..... was it?
Finally the "jan gana mana"( national anthem)
Pressing the fists hard sidewards
pulling them down
***** and loud
In oblivion,in spirit
Head shaking in rhythm unknowingly
At every other syllable
And yeah
At last but not the least
That "bharat mata ki jai"(hail India slogan)
Loud and from heart
As if waiting for it all the time
Thrice.....was it ?
Racing to the classroom
in an unannounced competition
and extol the victors briefly.
Legs hanging from those little chairs ....
No, benches ......was it ?
Few already waiting for the teacher
Looking through the wall outside the door
Quietly
Few making the most of it
Sharing some secret laugh,loudly at the end
Showing some prized possession acquired yesterday
Rejoicing the
Silent faces in awe of that thing.
That thing ....seasonal it used to be
tattoo stacks,card stacks -wwf and cricket too
Or a geometry box....was it ?
Nodding approvingly and decidedly to that thing with conviction promising self to get something better if more of that thing only.
Not on their seats
Relying on that good samaritan
Positioned perfectly in front row
to detect the incoming teacher and a loud shussshhhhh......was it ?
Rushing to ones seat
In sonic speeds before teacher enters
Hopping and throwing oneself - thuds!!
That momentary Commotion before the muteness
Head held high,supressing a giggle
Proud of the last act
And together saying...
No, almost singing

Goooooood morningggggggg maeeammmmm
Or sir.....was it ???
We were kids once !!
Vikram sikki Jun 2017
Eid
That's what we need
Now More than ever
To show
That we are together

Enough of "holier than thou"
And clamour over the cow
We couldn't have fought
Had we put a thought
That all our customs and faith
Are to gather and celebrate
And embrace all

So More than ever it's now
Necessary to take a vow
That together we grow
And let them know
Who toss us into fire
Of instigated ire


We all had a choice
And we all have a choice


This time
Let's savor the kheer
And a hug a little tighter
Let the crescent moon glow
On us all a little brighter

Eid Mubarak
Let's be better.
Let's live let's love
Vikram sikki Oct 2016
Today when wandering at around daybreak
I was Wondering

Those little birds
So little
Spheral glistening eyes
Majestic feather patterns
Chirruping, twittering,fluttering
Dots the vast nothing of sky
Flocking in sync

Pulls of a fleeting but perfect
Performance
And push off
From somewhere to somewhere

I hope they know
where they are going
What are they doing

I hope they know
That it's gonna rain
That what would be tasty and
what's gonna pain


I hope they can tell
From a toxic and a good fern
That morning sun soothe and
Noon one gonna burn

What is love, life, sorrow
Can they tell today from tomorrow
Bliss, health, Joy and
to be watchful of an arrow;


And which is autumnal air
And then, that  it's gonna snow
I just hope for em all
Do they know?

Of course, they know!!

Right?

I wish I could fly,
Or at least just sit by
Sometimes and could tell em
That we all down here
Are cool
And hope you fly for joy
not of fear
For it lifts our soul in whole
Of your sight mere;

And yeah
come over anytime
we'll share a bite
And tales
Of our low slung world
And of your endless realms.


Is there a way to thank them
Or any gesture of reassurance
Any signal I can wave to them
That they can understand
Is there any?

I know
That there's no.
To let them know

Those little ones
Up there.
For them up there who won't know and for you around here that knew but never saw.
Vikram sikki Jan 2017
When we don't do
what we want to;
See how we do
What we have to ;

So should we do
What we have to?
Like we can do
What we want to ;

Or just do
And get over with it
And wait
To do that same rut

Or fight within
And end up
Doing none of what
You should have done
And
Cry aloud
For sooner or later
You ll have to do
What you had to
But not what you want to

O god
What to do?

We often do
A lot of things
To undo
Things we did

That's so messed up
Right?
Do it
to
undo that
And sometimes undo all
that -You did
to undo that -you did earlier

Sounds a horrible vicious cycle
Ain't it
But trust me it's worse
When you do it
And even more terrifying
When you know
You did it

So what I ll do
Is something new
And not think about it
Will do and just do.

God
Will that do?
Vikram sikki May 2022
To wake up and run
Should be a real fun
But NO , its not
Feels like stifling by a knot

Short of breath in my mind
Even before the start of grind
We sleep, that's fine
But to rise is asinine

The weight of my slumber
When I drag encumbered
Against all reasons
Be what may the season
My soul shouts " Treason"
For my wilted rhythm

Why why why
My heart starts to cry
I wake up for what
And sleep to naught
This universal cycle of routine
Is a time tested guillotine

My hunt is on for the reason
Till then I ll punish self for the treason
By waking after sleep
And running daily and weep!!!
Life goes on for what
Vikram sikki Jan 2017
Love is when you understand
that she doesn't understand
everything you assume she understands.

But love fails
when you feel
that she won't understand
and decide not to make her understand
because she for sure understands that
and choose to overlook it as a misunderstanding.

I hope you understand!!
Love understanding heartbreak comeback revival realisation
Vikram sikki Sep 2018
What’s opposite of a teacher

I have thanked them all
For what I am
But wait master Ji
What about the glass half empty

No!
No credits to thee
For the ignorant, indignant,
insolent -me
For indecisive, irrational -me

For teaching the logic of convenience
Over the struggle and friction
then enabling to veneer the meekness
with vainglorious diction

“Sit  down” for “How?”
“Shut up” for “ Why??”
You didn’t even,
ever let me Try!
Branded the doubt as foolery
and ensured that my mind
be all but free
Yes, all but
Free!!

Contouring my thoughts
with that of someone else’s
Delineating the world
of abstracts into absolutes
Befouling the beauty of randomness
by the confines of routine

So why
Yes - Why
I dare to ask
On this day ‘ O Teacher’,
you stand so tall
All in all you’re just
Another brick in the wall.
Inspired floyd
Vikram sikki Jul 2016
The Right way is what works for you
The Right thing is what interests you
But the right time is now;
You see?
All rights you seek are with you. Right now.
Alas, you don't see!
So, go on
Take left, do wrong
As long as it's right for you.
For its your life, your battles, your problems.
And you, only you can fight for you.
And That's what is right for you.
Vikram sikki Dec 2016
Should you know everything from start to end
Would you change a thing?

I would rather not.
Not even Choose to know
That where to reach
So there to go
Whom to meet
Whether say yes or no

I just don't even wish to know
That where to search
And what to find
That what will hurt
And who ll be kind

Isn't that what we do
build that wall Of certainity
Wall of our dreams
Of that promised secured  future
Organising everything random
Offered by the universe
So that
Not even for a moment we go off track
Into the unknown
So that none ventures in and surprise you

Changing things so that
We don't have to change it later

And then what
Lay staring
Nothing but those walls
Your walls
Made of those work-hours
Decisions, regrets , memories
Walls so high and strong
Now you can't see beyond em
Let alone walk past it

I won't mind losing
For my mistakes
The pain, the chill, the burn
Heartbreaks under scorching sun
Let me be swept by cold winds of doubts
Drenched in the rain from clouds of fear
Not under the safe concrete of wealth
Unseasoned and a mortal mere

I would rather choose
To be lost
As I am
As are most
And won't even try to find my way
No quest to solve
Nothing to resolve

Just you and me
Walking all the roads
Stopping where we feel
And staring at the sky
Counting stars as if we can
Everyday afresh and start anew
You with me and I with you
And
You love me and I love you
I may know no path
but will go somewhere
Be with me darling
Just be with me there

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