Commotion of Emotions

Out of all the thoughts I have, Arises a feeling I don't understand. Keeping me at bay - at the congenial end Of hope, passion and misguidance. I know not the convolutions that make it happen, But realise every memory's stance. But I know not to keep it in fence, Every fragment of my mind shrieks in dissonance. Sometimes the rumble of thunder in a meadow, Sometimes the endless silence that grows, Haunts me into this distraught lore, Of fallen respects and shamelessness galore. But 'tis all an encounter of chance? That steals me away from myself at every glance, My legs, my roots, my finance - And skips me from trance to trance. What should I care? What does it matter? In a sky of endless stars - My thoughts are a mere scatter! A scatter that few care of, A scatter that cares for a few; Lost in its own words, Somewhere between the old and the new. And so I am awake, always in confusion - On a fork...

Rainman! Rainman! Make it rain. Tear my heart and Wash away my stains. Rainman! Rainman! Where have you gone? The heat is abrasive, And I've waited for too long. It happened when he believed, It Didn't when he didn't. Some said it was God's wrath, Some, a product of his sins. Disdained he sat under a tree, With eyes drowned in misery, He looked all around, Not a green in sight, Not a bird in sound. It had been years, He blamed himself for all; Not a drop to drink, Dried stood the waterfall. Rainman! Rainman! It is not your fault. Clasp your hand in prayer, Get this heat to halt! Rainman! Rainman! The ground can offer water no more. The crops have dried, wise men fight, Your powers have become a lore! He clasped his hand in prayer, Like yesterday and the day before; He swung out his trident, And danced till his feet were sore. I do what you ask for, No, I do so much more; Why...

                 Life under the sea is beautiful. So calm and quiet at times, muted against the world outside; faraway from the din of the boisterous city, faraway from the extremities of the human world. It is buffered with all that one can desire – life, peace and meditation. Self-reflection and the ability to feel the importance of every breath – something that has long been lost from the world above. The world above has been growing faster, approaching a black that few care to think of, while the palace of blue below has remained steady. The world above has chained you to the ground by gravity, limiting your freedom, only aiding the imagination, while the world below has no limits, taking imaginations to a deeper level. But all of it comes at a cost. So mesmerising is the beauty of the world that does not belong to us, that we are often tantalised by it. And when immersed in the beauty that canno...

Fly me to the moon, I have lived here long enough. I need a greater perspective, Of the mighty mountains and the seas rough. I have sequestered the courage for long, I have put it up in rhymes and songs; The fuel- the words have just been enough, So I walk to you, I stand up! Look! The launchpad so dynamic and vibrant, Through successes and failures I have found it. Now I sit upon, my eyes to the moon, I'm here; you're here; we'll be off by noon! The earth so jealous, I'm leaving it away, But it doesn't realize how close it is to me; For only here did I find my way - When I stumbled onto you, across the alley. Now the voyager is ready - it is bursting its fuel, I sit fingers crossed; I have experiences new; In awe and scare, I look ahead, a shiny piece of glass! And in the shine of the glass: I see you! So I am no longer afraid, as the rocket takes to life, I'm thumping my heart, the moon seems s...

Leaves will fall, Clouds will disappear, People will go, And all will change; But the road will remember. One will see a part of you, Someone else another; One will stick to you freely, One will detest your philosophy; But the road knows you all. You have been striding with some, You have been limping with others; Crushing souls nonetheless, Quarring for silver in pockets of amber. The road has seen you in all. Sometimes you may remember what you've done, Other times, misguided by your actions; Backed by thoughts of a deteriorating mind, But to the road its all the same - It lies unaltered through emotions in time. So you may not understand, Nor be understood, Through words ambiguous, a mismatch of thoughts - Around the bent in the undergrowth, On the road to somewhere. It is not a friend, It is not a foe, It is not stained by your actions, It is not moved by your words, Its a spectator free from the shack...

Born as clean slates, Fit to a tiny space; Written upon by family, Defined node of a tree; On clean floors we learn to walk, Kept locked are the duster and chalk; And we are defined by our families, 'till the day we learn to talk! The flawed words help define and connect, To hearts that speak a different language, And the pursuit for better connections, Keep redefining our equations. How different are we then, From equations that we pretend, Lack awe and vision; Aren't we through variables and constants driven? What makes life different from experiments? That feed back as loops and trends, Updated through miniscule events, Involving strangers and friends. And so hard do we try - To keep the two sides in balance, But in time, new key elements - Rise to change our constants. And so equations change, As we live through our days; How we are seen, Pivots around the time we live in! Yet in a community ...

Overjoyed, anxious and scared, They arrived one by one. Desperate fools, in search of dreams - Crashed into the same column. With madness like no other, These characters did not bother, To be wary of the machine world, 'coz they found solace In how nature unfurled! Tramping elephants provided him tune, The bastard friend of all - Arjun! Plants and pollinators is what she'd draw, Pretty but not smart, Aparna. Flying with birds, swift as the cheetah, Our food and finance manager - Arpita! She's angry, but is happy when you say 'I believe ya' Cool, mad and stupid Divya. He comes out first - and when he doesn't, he cries The smartest of smart-asses - Farai! A scary woman, from a country red and green - The mistress no one can argue with, Irin A man that disturbs all with his explanations sick, Tedious, confusing, sometimes corny, Kaushik! At times scary, at times fun, always gracious, One who is in lov...