Calender of days.

As each day passes,
One more day is added to the calender.
The page becomes a yesterday page,
And yet memories remain intact, right there.

Sometimes she wants to hold on to that day,
Sometimes she can’t wait for it to go.
Yet each day does go away,
Immaterial of her choice for its length of stay.

She, jolted, realises this truth,
And keeps the calendar back on the table.
Turns the page yet again,
And welcomes the next day, hoping it will be better than her last BAD DAY.


Squares and rounds.

One of those days
When you look for support.
One of those days
When words fall short of description.

One of those passions
That are short of desire.
One of those patterns
That have no design.

One of those squares
In which a circle won’t fit.
One of those circles
In which a square is made to fit.

Such and such is life,
A mess of squares, circles, rounds and boundaries.
She’ll break them all
One day, SOME DAY.


The conversation with a stranger

As memories of what has gone filled her heart and mind,
She yearned for memories more.
Her day & nights filled with hope,
She targeted even more.

Her eyes now twinkled with secret admiration,
Her hands even trembled at some thoughts,
Her peace gone, her faith shattered,
She as if made a plot.

She talked to me about her fears,
About her restlessness she discussed.
She wanted me to advise her littles,
Her nothings also she confessed.

On and on it went
Until my eyes were filled with tears
And then I got up and quietly left
With me I took my ears.

She stared at my back as she saw me walking away,
Suddenly hurt for no reason.
Depressed, denounced,
As if a victim of treason!!

She forgot her pain, for now she had a new one,
She thought about me walking away.
I couldn’t blame her for judging me,
But she did not even realise I didn’t even know her.

The girl, my friend, was a reflection of someone I knew,
And that day she made me meet her again,
The girl, my friend, was a big big mess,
And these milestones in her life, she had too many times already ATTAINED.