Deja vu

I was surprised...
Shocked might be a better expression
Well, was it happening
Or was it a dream come true

I walked down the beach
And stood silent
With the waves lapping my feet
And the horizon shrouded in mystical light

I could sense it, the exhilaration
It was not simple surrender to the beauty
Nor any sense of fear at the totality
It was altogether different

The feeling... of having been there,
Someday, but some other time,
A sense of time illuminated,
A whiff of the past, and beyond...

The skies above lighting up
Yet, they turned a shade darker,
And I stood wide eyed
As I remembered I knew,

It wasn't new to me...
This place,
It was a revelation
And I smiled at myself,
And at the complete peace inside....

A letter.... with emotions

I am being formed...
Sshh!... wait and I will let you know,
Its meant to be personal
Hold it just within you, right?

There, the blots of ink that make me,
Form slowly on the paper...
A bond formed, that cannot be broken with ease
Let me wait and watch what makes me

She seems sad, yes its obvious,
I can see that straight mouth,
A soft sigh, she is unnaturally beautiful,
My writer, even with that pain in her eyes

She's penning something about getting a job,
Mailing someone about how she just missed it
"Missed the big chance", in her own words,
She has finished with me, and now is sealing me up

I can see nothing now, though
Just the rusty brown of the envelope,
Guess I must be on the way to whoever she sent me to,
And well, for now, must rest a while,

Hey!.. yes, I can sense the light
Guess the seal is opened, at last!
And well, I can now see the person who is reading me,
An old lady, guess she is the mother of the one who wrote me


Hmm... a pause... the lady sighs too,
Shriveled, she looks saddened,
Muttering something, she picks up the phone,
Must be to call up her daughter, and i must listen in here

"It's me dear, No don't get upset
I know its a loss, but then stay hopeful
We can manage through,
As we have been doing all along"

A pause again, I am sure she is hearing the reply
"Oh yes, go for the interview tomorrow,
And if by chance you miss it too
Come back home, child
At least here, you and me can be together"

She places the phone back on the cradle
And turns to me,
Silently, with shivering hands
She files me away...

I can't help but remain silent,
Among the other letters in the file,
How we hate bringing up bad news
My clan and I,

Someday later I may be reread
Or may silently waste away
Maybe i will be discarded soon
Whatever, now excuse me,
I got to get over my personal despair....

Communicating...

"Oh! So you won't come this time?
Well, not that I need you here
Maybe if you came over
I may never even care"

"Well, you will come next time?
If you do, I may be different
You could drop by
And we could laugh together"

"We could walk over greener ways
Or maybe stare at bluer oceans
Would you care a coffee by the lake?
Maybe silence among the stars"

"And when you decide to be here,
Decide for sure
Many more such days to go
And Time may not be here"

"Well, you heard this?
This monologue of mine, within me?
Forget the distance,
When you hear it, reply back and reply soon..."

A Code, and then something

He could see it clear,
And stood confused,
Meaning?
He could get it clear,
as though words were being shouted aloud

It was a sign,
Of something gone wrong
Years later, he still recognized
The tattered, red dotted scarf

Time had left it untouched
As it remained tied to the window
Of that old run-down house
Standing the lone witness to the past gore

He had heard all about it,
The natives were only happy to gossip
and tell him tales
about the poor wretched girl who had lived there

She had lived all alone, with her child
after the untimely death of her parents,
and then disaster struck,
as her child too was taken away

She waited, all the time after
Sitting by the same window,
looking out, searching
As though help was on its way

And before long, she succumbed
to a broken heart , but still not before
tying up the red piece of cloth
some message to a certain someone

And the rest of the story wasn't very clear
He dint care about anything else
He knew now what he wanted to know,
And as he stood up looking at the scarf
He remembered the day he had gifted it to her

And the time he had left,
promising to return, soon
But now, it was all gone,
except the memories

He turned away,
on his way back,
A stranger to himself,
just the scarf remaining in his memory
forever long, forever after...

Sometimes..........

Sometimes some things happen
Those are the things that shake you
That make you think there cannot be greater pains
Those are the things that make you hate God
Those are the things that make you wish
That you never acted the way you did

Sometimes some things happen
Those are the things that shake you
Up to such joy that you are sure never to have felt before
Those are the things that make you sing in ecstasy
Those are the things that make you sure that God loves you
Those are the things that make you smile

Sometimes some things happen
Like the whistle of the wind
The voice of the blooming bud
Like the rustle of the trees in the breeze
The sound of the ocean in the conch
Like the singing of the bird in the tree
The song of the calm sea at night
Those are the things that leave the deepest impact inside you
Those are the things that make you happy to be living
Those are the things that make you love…………………………

Suffocated

Silence.....
It was all screaming at me
And well.... all I could ever hush back was a plea
"Let me go.... please.... I cant handle all this"

An evil laugh... silent, of course
Mockery, in its worst form
And I knew that I was going to be chained
With no sign of the grip loosening

"He is not going to help you now...."
And inside me the fear grew as the voice egged on,
"If you had believed all along that he will,
Well, no one could have been madder than you!"

"No, he will come, when he should...
When it isn't too late....
When I am still strong to handle this
When i still can get through unscathed"

"Fool!.... You are worse than I thought"
and all of them around seemed to be screaming
Finding extreme joy and unmatched happiness
in conspiring within to bring me to further pain

Undeterred, I quipped
Silent of course,
"None of you are right,
For the one who should is on his way back"

And for once, all were quiet
And the silence weighed down stronger,
And beneath the pain of this new lie,
I looked up to send a loud message
Of silent words of thanks

For having been my inspiration
For having been my source of smile
On many a lonely day,
To the one who should have been there all along but wasn't
To the one who should have started back, but hadn't...