Me and You

Someone did ask me…(Actually nobody did...)

I guess that is poetic license.. poetic motive

But yes.. So somebody did ask me?

Why I write poetry…?  What higher motive?

Isn't it a rather useless pursuit.. if you ask me?

Is it just an outlet of escape for .. The rational 'Me'!

The emotional 'Me’! The lover 'Me'.! The lost ‘Me’!

Different outcomes! Different motives!

But the real answer that stood out for me..

Was one where I truly have no real reason..no motive…

Poetry stays beautiful..without manmade logic or motive.

It is not for a purpose that the words flow from me..

To have in life…an answer not intentional in motive..

Something that flows and ebbs alongside my soul and me..

With purpose… there is an end..as a final motive

Without real purpose, it remains endless beyond time and me..

Beautiful without reason.. somewhat like you and me..

Companions for life.. without purpose, without motive..

Me and my poetry… Me and you..

My lover has no face

 My lover has many faces..

He showed them in many phases..

The in-love face, the angry face, ..

The lusty face.. all of them a passing phase

But the one that stays.. now in this phase..

Is where my lover has no face...

He ghosts and disappears in this phase..

I have kissed and loved..every other passing face and phase...

How does one love a lover without a face?

Hidden Beauty

 Every tad day,

We grow a little more invisible..

In youth and it's hey day..

You are serenaded .. Your youth visible!

Then your middle age marches in.. mid-day

You know you are the background music, felt light

You march on to being older, wiser.. pale twilight

You notice.. you are noticed lesser.. each day..

You almost learn to love your solitude...

Little do they know.. that this day..

You have more to serenade than that lost heyday..

That lost heyday  in youth's altitude

Wider hips, grey hair , puffy eyes, creepy skin and wrinkles

Hark! Those days await...everyone someday

But the strength is in knowing... beyond age's wrinkles

That you now no longer care ..what the world thinks...

I guess  that strength is worth living to that someday!

Without a care...Me thinks!

That is the  beauty .. Hidden beauty to serenade everyday!

The Loneliness Epidemic

 We have an Epidemic.. of endemic loneliness..

It spreads in the crowd.. and when alone..

When you speak..and When you don't...

In the air you breathe and when breatheless

We talk but don't converse

We see but don't notice..

We understand but don't feel..

We care and yet don't really care..

We want our way, all of us..

We want another to share our way..

Though we be in each other's way..

Never ready to walk a mile in another's way

We stay alone and avoid people..

We wait for the One..

Someone to get you..

Anyone really!

We have every one

And yet..No"One"  will do...

Reach out

 Today, they found a new creature…

Deep down in the seas in Antarctica..

They say it has twenty arms…

All I know is.. if I were in Antarctica..

Deep down in the oceans...

if I were that odd creature..

All my arms and more .. 

They would reach out for you…

Your choice ..always …was

to run  afar or embrace…

You chose to do both!

Hush!

 Hush! Little baby.. Don’t say a word!

All the words you want to say..

All the love your want to give..

All the tears you want to cry…

Hush! Little baby.. Don’t say a word..

All words are insufferable in this indifferent  world..

So .. Hush! Little baby.. Don’t say a word..