RETURN

Two weeks of glory, then toil,

This cruel go of nature, I can not foil,

Its time I bade goodbye to home,

And made my way to the cage of norm.

The days at home were like a rhyme,

I did not feel the passing of time,

It all comes to an end now,

I have to treasure the memories somehow.

There was no care, no trouble,

Freedom of all sorts and no wobble-

Of pain or study, to hinder joy,

Fatigue was always used as a decoy.

The days seemed brighter than usual,

The wind and birds seemed extra vocal,

All that seems to fade,

When ill-tidings of hostel invade.

I don’t want to go, don’t want to part,

With the homely house, and thwart-

The impending blowing of departure,

There will be numerous wounds to nurture!!!

for my best frnd!

From: Avi

STRUPID

A million miles away from me, far away in the North-east,

You stay in my heart, just a heartbeat away in the mist-

Of loyalty and love, you bring a sense of completion,

Without you, my life would have been a file worthy of deletion.

Your smile lights up my heart, I feel elated here,

Just to know you are safe and sound, the anxiety is not mere,

Whatever happens, however far we are, you will be always with myself,

I wont be letting you go that easily, you are permanent on my shelf.

The sound of your chuckling smoothens my grooved forehead,

Your happiness does indeed make me happy as I tread-

In a world of imagination, where you dwell as my guardian angel,

And guard over me, like a ‘dark knight’ with a crown of hazel.

You care for me, that is comforting and warm to the very heart,

Your love heals the zillion wounds that I smart,

I don’t know how would I manage without you, in my life,

Your anger cuts through my flesh like a cold blunt knife.

I regret I have hurt you many-a-times,

Sometimes as frequent as the grandfather-clock’s hourly chimes,

I get hurt in the meantime of hurting you too,

The pain I suffer, when you cry coz of me, is impossible to shoo.

I love you and you know that, more than I ever loved anyone,

You are my most prized possession, than that ‘special  some1’,

Nicky does indeed have stout competition here,

Ms Tanaz, you are, as you know, my dearest dear.

To my best frnd! 

Love,
        Avi

IF I COULD

If I could pluck the colors in the rainbow,

If I could separate clips out of a live show,

If I could unwind the tides of fate,

I would want you to relive this life once more as my best mate.

If I could prevent the wear and tear of time,

If I could block the devastation that age brings, after prime,

If I could stand up and say no to nature,

Your friendship is the one I would like again to culture.

I admire the way you handle things, the way you hurt back,

To cause maximum pain and lateral damage, the way you whack,

My own inner-self when I hurt you, the max,

The pain of doing it is like a flesh in molten wax!

I am sorry for every wrong I have done you, and every amiss,

I do not deserve your love and I mean this,

I repent for my rash words and illogical anger,

I want you, for being an important part in life, amidst my insatiable hunger.

Bloody is the heart that dare inflict you pain,

Battered is myself, that does this for some selfish gain,

Never do I mean to hurt you and make you cry and sob,

I do cry myself, burning from inside, like a fiery mob!

STORMY DAY

Rain is lashing on the windows,

Droplets of water drip down the roof.

They clear the dusty grass in the meadows,

The wind forces the trees to stoop.

A gale is blowing the trees apart,

Leaves fly hither and thither,

The trees are not strong enough to thwart,

The devastating mode of the weather.

I am safe in my house,

I watch the fury of nature unfold,

I am scared like a chased mouse,

I see the tress stand against the wind bold.

The air is gloomy with darkness,

The lights are early to fade,

The strength of wind is difficult to harness,

Its impossible to undo the damage that has been made.

DISTORTED VISION

Is it raining or is it an illusion?

My mind seems to be losing control,

I don’t distinguish between dream and vision,

I feed upon my ignorance as huge as a troll.

There are things, I need to know,

Things that should have been,

I feel the need to check the snow,

That has frozen my sheen!

Some things are unseen,

Some remain  unattended,

Every winding of fate does wean,

The ray of hope that has been mended.

The task is cumbersome,

I am left with none to spare,

My destiny seems to be handsome,

But to get at it, I should lay myself bare…

COLD

Feeding upon the stony silence,

The cold is unbearable, as is the darkness,

I am shivering, my bones are rattling,

But my mind is as warm as a furnace.

Snow has started to fall,

The forest seems to be covered in white,

Trees have bent under their weight,

The lone house in the woods stands tall.

I am turning blue, the cold’s burning,

The wind is cutting into my clothes,

I can hardly walk on the path,

The silence in the forest is a warning.

Inspiration does not help overcome,

The tiredness, that has besieged me,

I seek a place of warmth and comfort,

To refill my energy and finish the task that is cumbersome!

ALONE IN DARKNESS

There is no light on the moor,

I stumble in the rebounding silence,

I see a weak light miles ahead,

I suppose it is a place without violence.

Night has settles fast upon the area,

A cool wind beats my forehead,

Still I am perspirating freely,

My legs seem to be made of lead.

The grass seems to be wet,

Mist gathers on the rocks,

Acts as a veil to hide the light,

And, to find my way, I am at a loss.

I seem to be going in circles,

The ground under me seems familiar,

Adrenalin seems to rush my veins,

I can’t find my way to my lair!!!