The old man

The old man

on the seashore 

fathoming

the depth of life.

The sea-gulls

Above, pouncing down

On the tit-bits like

ever- famished street

urchins rummaging

inside the garbage tins.

And the dashing

Cadillacs and Yamahas

by the score

And people

In Levi’s and halters,

passing never

a glance

no time.

The old man

Walks back towards his

rented room,

a rented life

faint ears,straining

feeble force forcing,

least they miss

the welcome nock from

the endless horizon?

From the horizon

the albatross spans

its wings across

the dying sun.

Momently darkness

On the shores

Of life

before the twilight

stars predict

a fresh sunny

dawn of gloom.

Forlorn Bee

A Solitary rose stood aloof

In a garden of gorgeous

Bloom, in ostentatious extravaganza

The crimson rose, clad in

A veil of unspoken despondency

The dew-drops on its petals

Spoke of its agony

The forlorn bee sat clumsily

On the branch of a deciduous shrub

Segregated from the evergreens

A passionate desire to

Drink up the bitter nectar

Of gloom and share the grief

Of the rose, brought it down

With a soft hum, mumbled

The bee, “What ails you?”

Eager to conceal its ailment

The solitary rose remained silent

The dejected bee flew back

With indifference to the neglect

Which was it’s lot.

Oh! Dreams

Dreams

I know you so well

That often amidst you

I forget myself.

When as reality

Failure approaches

You make me climb

to a success peak.

I am with you

So often

That devoid of you

My day’s incomplete.

As came a people

Troubling my peace

In my heart

You stayed, to please.

I gave you

So much

That I regret

It’s memory.

When realization came

The mist you created

Drove its away

To a barren land

Where helpless I lay

returning  from you.

I hate you

Now---

You squeezed me off

My self-respect.

No efforts I raised

No life I’d make

In your midst

I lost myself.

Spring Again

Spring time
Soft breeze
Leaves whisper
Birds chirp  
Bees hum
Clouds sing
Weaves dance
Flowers smile
Children laugh.

And I, I try 

With misty eyes

To force my lips 

to express some joy.

But I fail

Fail miserably 

For it matters no more.

Spring,summer,autumn,winter

All are the same

It's the same 

Throughout the year.