Distant stars, somewhere so far
Sparkling alike fireflies
Still unsure if they are still alive

Some say they are old photographs
The stars are no more stars
Maybe once they were heavenly bodies on fire
Brightened the horizon and tailored life somewhere
Yet now they are no more.

The light travels quite slowly
And the distance is even more.
It’s not you who are gazing
The stars have gazed long before.
Your present is their past.
Long gone, they have.

Two half minds
One that shines,
Contagiously calm and placid all the time
Surreptitiously serene,
Always natural, fluttering and sprightly dancing,
To the tunes of melodious concurrences
Doesn’t understand anger or any defeatist feelings.

The other half, not so easy going.
Can act rashly all the time.
Selfish to the core,
Spew hatred and venom, owned all the ill’s reservoir.
The devils are here,
Negativity is vast and petty thoughts everywhere.

Does the wicked know why it act this way?
There’s no truth in him, for he is cruel and a dejected ennui
No one can apprehend his anguishes,
For all the books are written by God’s allies.
Cast away, putrefied in the underworld,
The devil learned the hard way.

The two half minds, are not dual anymore.
They have become whole again.
Not completely angelic nor always have demonic vibes.
For whole is everything,
The darkest desires, the inner sufferings
The Utopian splendors and the heavens colliding
To form what complete us.

Those moments that are long gone,
Some of it happier, some full of mourn
Deep in my heart, I know you won’t come
Yet all of me yearn for your return.

It wouldn’t have mattered, if the rest of the world was gone.
Yet the ones in heaven choose you over each and everyone
Are those Gods lonelier than us humans?

I wonder if you’ve finally found what you looked for all along
Hopefully a new beginning, without any reminiscences of days’ bygone
Cruel it would be, if you could still remember us all.

Time flees never to return.
Present’s an embargo, future’s uncertain
How did the past leave so soon, so fast?
Now all I’ve is memories, not sure till when they gonna last.

Gone must be the saddest word in any tongue.
Or is it grief that’s predominant?
Isn’t it so peculiar that one can’t die of grief, though it feels as if you can.
They say time dims the pain of it.
I would never let anyone take away this grief though
Won’t do so even if I knew how.
How can I be consoled?
The love doesn’t go away.
Your absence is like the sky, spread over everything.

The sole house in the midst of clouds
Floating eternally through the obscure routes
Wandering across the endless skies
To be where the falling stars mimic the fireflies

Far it was, the vault of heavens
Beyond man’s reach
Yet the house never stopped soaring towards it.
Armed with a burning patience,
it moved forward to the splendid cities of Utopian crest

While wandering for years across the sky  
Half of the house worn away.
The other half soon halted
and endured forever being quiet and vacant.

All she ever asked,
did I have my dinner on time or not?
And I would say
Yes, mother, I am done with it.
Deep down she would know I am lying.
And I too knew, she knows I’m lying.

Some days, she would ask, what have I eaten?
On others she would tell stories of her adolescence.
On hearing what I’ve eaten?
And I would tell her my favorite cuisines.
Not the same one twice on a row,
Not the ones that’s difficult to prepare on an induction stove.
Frequent lying has made me a master in this art.
However, nothing can be hidden from a mother’s heart.

She would finally give up and let me feel as if I’ve outsmarted her.
So she would quietly sigh
and tell what she found in the temple stairs
Or maybe her dream of having long conversations
With Gods and goddesses who detest my very existence
But won’t use their powers out of fear

What It is I always wanted to hear from her?
Were the unadulterated stories of youth.
The stories of her innocence,
The stories of her rebelliousness
The stories of her sacrifices
Which she would share quite often,
Things she would say, would feel more real
It’s been years, but details are so flawless, how come?

Things are supposed to be forgotten over time
But she remembers it all
as if singularity of a black hole
I am quite certain, it’s only me who knows it all
For she won’t share with anyone the hardships in her tale
I would listen her and ask
Is she missing all that?
She won’t say a thing would remain quite for a moment
I would know somewhere a drop of tear dropped
Covering the reminiscences of her past

And then I would talk of the new cuisine, I’ve developed
Hoping she won’t ask for a photo op
Of me and my unseen food, which I needed to gulp
A master, did i say?

Memories remain with us forever
We should live as they are
Never try to put them in words
They warm you up from inside, they as well, tear you apart.

Ask your questions now
But don’t expect any answers
For you know what I know
And I don’t, what you know not

Confused about which path to take
Don’t be anymore
All of it ends with the same purpose

Don’t stop, don’t look back
It doesn’t matter which road we embark
What matters is that we embark

Are you scared of what lies ahead?
Is it the uncertainties, that frightens you?
Well, not all poems rhyme,
Not all stories follow the typical plot lines
Life is what you make of it
Without knowing what’s going to happen next.

Countless arcs
Innumerable insights
Still the story’s incomplete
What’s missing, what’s not right?

The characters seem fine
For they’re not mere caricatures
But real people living far off somewhere

I’ve lived their life
Know what they want
Are they somehow my reflections?
Versions of my unlived life

Every story is us
As it reflects our past
Blending it with happenings that never happened alas
The beginning, everyone knows
How it supposed to end
Would forever remain ambiguous