Glitter could blind

Cloud so dark
Taking over
One so white

Rays can’t reach
Anymore
They are caged
By the falling drops

Still an arc
Of seven colors
Will show a path
To glitter

Glitter could blind
But accepted it is
Don’t want to be
Blinded by just a
Mere cloud.

Must go….to come back again.

Life in a fast lane,
Picking up things,
With no names.
You came and
Turned it all around.

Now no more in a hurry,
I was halted,
Halted for good.

Standing at your door,
Waiting for us to go,
Wanting to take you along.

It wasn’t to be,
Like a free bird,
You had to go this and
I had to go that way.

Wanderer I was,
Wanderer I’ll be.
That day will come soon,
When I’ll be searching,
Your love again.

Maybe that day,
Our ways is the same.

Till then let me,
Wander.
Wander to search,
Myself.

Its time.
I must go.
Hug me goodbye.

Look into my eyes,
I’m taking you in it.

I’ll never close my eyes
Or go to sleep.
Don’t want you to look different
When I wake up again!

Promise me that’
You’ll be the same
And I’ll also do the same!

They never loved me...

They never loved me,

always you were loved.

You came from which star,

in the sky?

Will you show me its way?

Your golden blonde,

outshine my black.

My earthy brown skin,

seems a land so barren.

Your silver is accepted,

any day given.

They never loved me,

always you were loved.

You came from which star,

in the sky?

Will you show me its way?

Is everyone beautiful,

on your star?

And good in everything,

at par?

Does it rain love there?

Like do tears here?

They never loved me,

always you were loved.

You came from which star,

in the sky?

Will you show me its way?

Are you spoon-fed everyday?

Like we live in shadows,

night and day?

You know?

My heart pains,

when desires are in vain.

Heap of broken dreams,

suppress every scream.

They never loved me,

always you were loved.

You came from which star,

in the sky?

Will you show me its way?

Your blue eyes,

have seen everything in light.

My black blinded me,

the day I was born.

I am a black sheep,

wandering without a shepherd.

They never loved me,

always you were loved.

you came from which star,

in the sky?

Will you show me its way?

Water boy

SN depot is the stand from where I usually get the 615 to go to R.K.Puram sector III to get the Bahari Mudrika to get to Saket to catch another bus to get closer to my research lab for training. At the depot stand I usually sit on the bars along the stand. Since I started going through this route, a water boy had also started to post his new water-wagon for the heat season. I just used to sit besides his wagon, which he used to wipe all the time he got to spare from work of quenching the thirst of the thirsty. We just used to give stares to each others; my stares were to counter his. I had no business with the boy.
His stares were the stares of disgust as if telling the story of a poor boy that was not enjoying what he was doing and wanted to come out of all this mess but, there was no way out. Stares just continued for a month every time telling the same old story. We still had nothing for each other to say.
One morning as usual when I was at the stand, waiting for the 615, the water boy had again reached the spot on time with his wagon. After struggling to post his wagon at the spot, he again went to cleaning-shleaning. My bus was taking too long to come so I had plenty of time to watch the traffic go by. The boy finished his routines and sat next to me, in btw he was visited by his father who himself used to be a water boy himself few a years ago, now he had given up to search something better. Now his son had taken over from him.
The father checked everything and left after he was satisfied. The boy just sat next to me on the bars and again gave the stares. But this time the stares were not the usual, strange. This time he looked as if expecting something from me. But what?
After some time I was back to watching the traffic go by. But suddenly a boyish voice broke my concentration “Kal to sale he nahin hua.”. I just looked at the direction from where the voice had come, it was the water boy looking at me in anticipation I being startled and not knowing what to say, I could only say “Haan”. But he continued,”rains are about to arrive, the weather seems to be getting cooler; no one seems to be thirsty these days. I said “two days to go for the rains”. “Yes my sale only starts at around noon”. And he continued “Yesterday very few people came. Buses come every five minutes, so people don’t stand at the stands that long to feel thirsty enough to boost my sale. Yesterday the owners youngest came to collect the sale earnings from me, but since he comes very less, I couldn’t recognize him and refused to give the money to him. In the end I got a scolding from my father”. I just sat listening to what he had to speak, all were going over my head and I could do nothing but to just listen. In btw I continued with my yes’s and no’s. He continued “yesterday one of my friends was beaten by a couple of police men, because he refused to give them water for free. He had a broken hand. Few wagon guys passing by took him to a nearby dispensary.” I couldn’t say anything, he sounded as if he had known me since so many years that, he had to tell me all those. I soon had to leave the spot as my bus had arrived. I never could stop myself from wondering, what had happened?
Unfortunately that was my last day to my training so I never had to board the bus from that bus stop. And so it still remains a mystery of how for a day I had become so dear to a water boy.

The end.

Trusting my unholy ness!

Strange world here
My worthiness only a mere
So much good buried inside
I push them deeper down the aisle.

As people were trusting my unholy ness!

It’s been ten years
Since I came to terms with it
That no matter how good you are
There was always someone to
Knock you from where you were.

As people only trusted my unholy ness!

I knew that there was no one
To beat me in my fascination
To defeat the system.

As I started trusting my unholy ness!

As the rebel in me grew
To the heights that was
Unstoppable and could
Not be put to curfew.

As my tryst with unholy ness grew and grew!

One day I realized
Had no friends
Had only people who wanted to be me
And the people whom I wanted to be.

As I trusted my unholy ness!

The cycle continued to run
With ever increasing rpm’s
With fast paced rebelism
It was dizzy out there.

As my trust with unholy ness grew sour….

I started realizing that
I had come too far
With too many enemies and
People that hated me.

As my trust with unholy ness was broken…..

I was lost and alone
Between billions of us
With all the good buried
So much deeper
Had ploughs with hands
So much smaller.

I begged and promised
But no one to hear
That I no longer
“Trust my unholy ness”!