Forever is made of nows

Forever is made of nows
I read somewhere
But each now stops
Being now so fast
The now I wrote
That first word
Is already
Lines into the past
Forever is a thought
A fragment of our
Imagination
Forever is based on
Tomorrow
And if tomorrow is
Based on the
Quickly becoming the past now
Then we have our selves a dilemma

the evening sea

the ocean was green
isn't it supposed to be blue?
the sky, grey
flirting with green
a great romance
the waves,
they were silver
'cause white waves are for daytime
silver  waves are for twilight

Cigarettes

  

They carry the scent

Of cheap cigarettes

Not the stately pipes

Or

Classy cigars

But cigarettes,no brand

No box, to hold them

Only their pockets

A lighter?

Not for these men

The soothing familiar sound

Of

Matches dancing in the box

'A smoke, machang?'

One would ask

The sheepish smile

Like that of a child

'Yamu, yamu'

Lets go, he says

They go

childhood

the days were good, back then
simple and full of happiness
smiles didnt mask pain
tears were a result of too much laughing
we grew up together
a bunch of kids
went through life as one,
not six
those were days of cricket, hide and seek
fishing for tadpoles in our pond
mango fights and 'ambarella' cricket
sharing food and secrets
a hug was enough to show love
a hug was enough to make us smile
those days were good
but those days are gone

he hates, he hurts

he hates, but he hurts
he smiles, but he cries
he vows revenge,
but gives back a smile
he is like you and me,
stabbed, in pain
but he isnt alone
he knows love
he grieves, he gets up,
wipes away the dust
and smiles.
and makes the world
beautiful again

Different people, different palms

The astrologer shook his head
Absent were any lucky shapes
Life line short
She took away her palm from his

He looked towards his house
Behind it the glistening sea
Only the shade of a few palms
To shelter him from the burning sun

Her tiny hand in his
Wrinkled and red
The newborn didn't see
The smile on his face
As he kissed the inside of her hand


Still red and stinging
From the slap
He looked from his palm to
His little girl
Still shocked as she walked away
Crying, hating

a Looking For Alaska based poem

I walk down a narrow path
hints that it has been used before
a broken branch, a footprint here
to the most secret of all places
the smoking hole now abandoned
the school barn haunted with our memories
the bottles of wine still stay buried
the dorm room you used now shut and empty
all the books that you collected
what you called your life’s library
now cleared out, stacked no more
yard sale to yard sale, they will go
the stale smell of cigarettes lingers
the wax mountain peaks from under
the vanilla lotion and the smell of fresh grass
all the four leafed clovers are dead now
the late nights spent drinking and talking
also playing best day/worst day
the day of the zoo, bears and monkeys
the day your mother died right beside you
we let you slip right through our fingers
one was drunk, the other just let go
the night of the first kiss
and your last words, we will never know

the rain, the fall, the words

THE RAIN, THE FALL, THE WORDS

the rain drops fall

as if to wash away her tears

instead, they make her pain worse.

the fierce drops cutting her skin

so hard, you’d expect blood drops too.

not from her eyes, but her heart,

there’s no more bright red blood

like her soul, her mind, her life

her once strong heart has darkened.

no more love to keep her alive,

no more love to keep her strong.

feeling like the rain, falling from the sky

she jumped and then she fell

all the while she looked at life

through those closed eyes of hers

before the splash, she was asleep

a calm undisturbed sleep

her still face and slight smile,

the body was soon found.

no one knew what made her do it,

they didn’t know how unkind the world was,

to her, it seemed an end at last

no more the need to suffer.

if anyone had heard her final words,

they would have been left to wonder,

for before she jumped all she said was,

“i tried, i tried, but i failed”

the convict

the doors close behind him

not mere doors but gates of steel

not a smile on a face

the guards standing in the sun

no one shows concern

no one remembers him

leaving his home of many years

the enemies he had begun to love

a small bag with his belongings

all he owned, all that was his

not a family to go to

or a friend to be with

the release of the prisoner

brings no joy to him

what could possibly be the good of

this new beginning

away from jail

in an alien world

left to die alone...

its not fair, but who cares?

if you think our love deserves to live

just one more day, another second

then come back to me, say you’ll stay

don’t leave or stray far away.

don’t you think i deserve another chance

afterall, we are all humans,

we make mistakes,

when you did wrong, i didn’t leave

sure, the tears did fall,

but what we had didn’t end.

now when i make a silly mistake

you are unwilling to forget it all

never again, i promise you

but i guess you are deaf

to my apologies.

its okay, you can leave

maybe its not worth it at all.

i’ll make up my mind, you don’t deserve me,

what we had was too good, it had to end.

this is life, so unfair

what ever you do, small or big

people rarely remember the good you do

for years they punish you for your bad,

never will one easily forget.

its not fair, but who cares?

you cant challenge life, it will always win.

stop complaining, go ahead and live

the few years you get, make the most of it.

don’t live a life when someday,

you will regret not fighting for the things you love