When I was fifteen,
I first felt the butterfly
somersaulting inside,
under a summer sun of July
a fleeting moment
took chance on an empty school hallway
staring at his dark brown eyes
there was a flicker that created power
in a millisecond
That light became a balance
to a thing we called 'relationship'
In that age, the light turned into a glint
until there is nothing else to see
we were blind

When I was twenty,
my mind was abuzz
from the humming of
lectures and piles of paper in my desk
I am dosed by the entice of caffeine
and would sometimes love to
go further until I get to the end of the world
but I'm tired of going in circles
it is round

When I looked back from what I have
started they said I've changed
My reflection exhibits a portrait of bleak
I listened to the whisper,
never trusted the reverie in my head
how could something fragile become robust?
how does a person survive from a fall?
how do you keep pushing when gravity's winning?

I just see how humans could be so much more.

Down the dusty road,
in tattered rags,
He came,
weary,
wilted,
and
withered.

Body bent with age,
bones sticking out of the flabby skin,
with a tremor
running down his limbs,
and with expectant eyes,
He waited at my doorstep.
No words came out from pursed lips
But,
in mute language
begged for alms.

I held his shrivelled hand,
helped him ascend the steps.
Like a child obeying it’s Elder
He sat on a chair in the patio.

The sumptuous fare, served before,
he surveyed with eyes
bulging out in utter disbelief,
and greedily devoured
every bit of morsel.

A rare gleam lighted up his face.
With hands folded in benison
He stood up and silently took leave.

I watched him stumble
along the country track
and fade away in the distance.

Ripples of joy stirred my mind
in ever widening circles
as, a pebble idly tossed
cause ripples in still waters
................
Over a random act  
of kindness
idly tossed.......

on being favoured he had
an immense desire
to be numero uno with
everyone lit his fire
the unabated chase
in wanting a selfish admire
yet he got bogged down
by his messy quagmire

after some while supporters
deserted his camp
for they'd no longer be
a reliable rubber stamp
all the cheerleaders took
away his resolute ramp
there he was left as
a failed starring champ*

the bright spotlight didn't
shine on him again
his devotees worked out
the idol's me train
as we all know stardom
is a transient plain
not ever staying fixed
*in its worshiping strain

Likable the devil's role
As the ruler of the meek
Who abandoned hell
Where once he fell
Left his Mark
Upon the freaks
The wicked lie
Behind his eyes
Where the Mighty
Falls to ghost
I would never
Not abandon life
And no one
  Shall suffer most...

There upon their slumbering beds
The dreamers lost in dreams
I could never wake you up
Before the gathering

So wait for me a lifetime through
Familiar souls entwined
I shall always find you
Beyond the other side
...