Thursday, July 2, 2009

My Life by the Hours

Nostalgia---
Sleepless the sound of nostalgia
Down in the chalets of remorse,
Folded the November pages of school diary
Leftover of battles, witness of war…
Humor me now, my articulate friends,
Reframe my flaws through my remains…
Leave nothing behind, for once, of this day,
Leave nothing behind to follow the sunset…
Nothing….

Regrets---
I am all yours today at own will
Never mind the penetrating pills…
The surrounding haze will soon pass forever
And I will wake up to dry grass…
Mesmerize me, hypnotize me…
Kill me, shred me, vitalize me…
Then turn the tables around by the hour,
And pass me the salt for all I can scour…
All I can scour…

Aging---
Simmered afternoons in the waking,
Remember the gladiators’ swords…
Fighting unto the wishful demented finality-
Death- the worries fade to the end…
Burn everything when death does apart
My body and my ever-hovering past…
Save nothing for my grandchildren to contest
Save nothing for them to ever detest…
Nothing…

Hours----

Nothing is forever, I learnt early.

I live by my rules for my uncertainties…

Are in nobody’s hand but my own

Like dust clinging to the hour’s hand

And hour hand takes me back

Down the same winding path…

Time and again, the hands await…

3 comments:

Ipsita Shome said...

With so many talented people around how can Rupa and Co. publish Chetan Bhagat books??????

arnab said...

gr8.........u r a very very very good writer.......kip it up.......:-)

Smiling Assassin said...

phenomenal!
Specially the last stanza. I'm over-awed.