Where are the colours?

I got up in a regal morning,

After a night full of intense moaning.
I moved ahead to unbolt my balcony-gate,
But came back shocked with a greater haste.

The morning was white and the sun was pale,
The trees looked as colourless pillars.
The flowers were tainted and unsightly,
Even the diamonds did not shimmer!

Lush green pastures looked like abandoned roads,
And so did overflowing waterways.
The crystal statues appeared to be made up of coke,
Even those men who moved around looked choked!

The raindrops reached the land as black ink,
Even the rainbow had no charm or jinx.
Exuberance had all disappeared from my sight,
As my eyes only saw the colors black and white.

The mountains were dark, so were the leaves of the park;
No merry sound I could hear.
There was silence and no dog dared to bark,
Because of the fear of the consequence they may have to bear!

The temple bells were mute,
No one could be seen engrossed in a road-side dispute.
It seemed, all life had faded away,
Every bright or gay colour had become grey!

There was no chirping, there were no banters,
The surroundings only produced quamns.
My spirit felt agitated and it emanated clamours,
As in a weird predicament it sank.

It felt restless and wanted answers,
From the few people it saw around.
But no one was able to answer the question,
"Where are all the colours?”

I Love You

I was struck with the Cupid's arrow,
After seeing you, my world became narrow.
You were my life, my everything;
So I allowed the actual world to shrink.

Your fervour hypnotized me,
Your company filled me with glee.
Your absence traumatized me,
And with closed eyes, I started to see.

You were my hope, you were my light,

You were the one with whom I could fight.

You were my pulse, you were my harmony,

And I considered you a true love's testimony.

You were the most important person of my dreams,
I always thought about your gleams.
You erased all sadness from me and made me gladsome,
Baby, I love you, you're just so winsome.

You made my life so simple and azure,
Your simplicity and beauty is what I allure.
I will perish if you ever leave my hand,
And in front of your eyes, I will disappear into the sand.

Harsh Truth

Finally, I lost it again
Perhaps, in my life there is no word called 'gain'.
Why am I the only one who has to suffer?
Regret! Now nothing can be undone...

Whenever I think I'm on the top,
Circumstances make my triumph drop.
I have never retained success,
Whatever I have in my reach is bulks of grinning losses.

I am tired and exhausted,
After watching myself lag behind and defeated.
I cannot show I'm angry,
Because people find even my anger as harmless jaggery.

See, I found another field in which I'm bad.
So I have no reason to be elated but only feel sad.
Did God want me to be tough?
I have no clue regarding what He is upto,
As I find His method really rough.

I have infered that I ought to live this way,
Because I visualize no other option that shows me,
A different way to stay.

I've deduced that I'm born to suffer,
And I'm quite sure that this is the only criterion in which,
Other people and I differ.

Worthless

Without even thinking twice you said a 'good-bye'
As if you were just driving away a fruit fly.
I stood muddled and confused,
Watching you go away, my all words were diffused.

While walking away, you did not even turn,
You left my love and affection to burn.
How could you do that to me?
Was I so unspecial for your eyes to see.

In a nanosecond, you forgot everything,
All those songs which I used to sing.
Today they are all lost in the air,
And I feel insecure as they come and stare -

And question me if I were wrong.
If there was something hurting in my song.
I didn't know what to reply to them,
As I was really broken to say anything -

That moment. I was so tattered,
By the same girl who made me flattered.
I am unaware regarding whom shall I curse,
So that the conditions don’t get even worse.

Shall I go and meet her?
And carry with myself a flower?
I'm worried if it would work,
Or she would simply watch my condition with a smirk.

Whatever, I ought to tell her,
That even in worst situations, I cannot unlove her.
And I will be loyal to her always,
My love for her won't decrease with the passing days.

So I reached her home carrying that surprise,
That could touch her heart and make her realize -
That I'm indeed the 'perfect one' for her,
And needlessly she needn't suffer.

When I knocked the door, I found it to be open.
I wondered what could be the reason.
I rushed to her room,
And what I saw locked me in an instant doom.

She was comfortable in the arms of another boy,
A notorious fellow who wasn't at all coy.
She looked so relaxed and gay,
Oblivious of all that which happened between us during the day.

She noticed me peeping through the door,
That guy also saw me and the staring eyes became four.
I didn't know what to utter or how to react,
As she was no longer mine for whom I had to act.

She wasn't uneasy at all and stood firm,
Her eyes ordered me to leave her home.
Speechless, I turned behind,
I never wanted to see all that, why weren't I blind?

Before going back, I approached her,
She showed no sign of regret but dislike.
I had no courage to do anything but murmur,
"Thanks for making me worthless in your eyes."

Tear

Yes, I had cried that day and produced a tear.
The reason had been more important and personal,
Than mere shock, grief or fear!

There was a strong reason for its shed.
If I try to remember it, it'll upset me more,
And I'd be troubling my dead soul.

I think I'm getting secluded,
From all those activities
That I loved and which boosted -

My morale, to a friend,
But now everything is about to over!
And I ought to learn to live without them.

This may be a plausible reason for my tear.
But it is nothing special in my context,
Because it is the only jewel I rear.

I have suffered a lot,
Because of my tolerant attitude.
And nothing good my life ever brought.

Now what can be done to prosper?
I see no other option,
Than to bear everything without any murmur.

I don't remember how one defines happiness or mirth.
Everything regarding elation has become so new to me.
And all gay colours of my life are in dearth.

I am alone with no one to hold me,
Stammering on every door I go
To fetch some benevolence and glee.

But alas! I'm only shooed away.
People look upon me with disgust and irritation
And kick me off their way.

Hurt, I have no place to go.
I cannot get any shade to protect myself,
Because there is no real person whom I know.

I am shattered and I have lost all hope.
I'm longing to see that day,
When I'm alone with a fan, stool and a rope.

I no longer want to live any delusion or fear,
I'm simply exhausted watching myself,
In the mirror with a tear.

A tear is the only friend I possess.
And that to will befriend me and go,

If I opt for a happy life with my emotions suppressed.

It Was Her Soul

Agatha was 6 when her mom-dad left this world

She did not even know then, what is love...

So her sorrow and agony were unblared and curled

She simply watched the funeral of her parents, Mr. and Mrs.Dove.

Pity! - The only word that occupies my mind

When I think what Agatha's condition might have beem

She lost her parents forever,

And today she remembers only those dead faces which she had seen.

Agatha grew up alone and despondent,

She stayed with her step-mother who was rampacious

She tortured her a lot even for small reasons,

On the whole, her attitude towards Agatha was atrocious.

Agatha was shooed off to a Boarding School,

Where also, she had no one.

She could only stare the walls and the ceiling,

The lexicon of her life defined no word as 'fun' .

Agatha had an 8-months old sister,

Who also died because of malnutrition.

So, there was no one having the same blood as that of Agatha,

Her life cycled ahead slowly with friction.

Time changed for Agatha when she met Alen

He was the assisstent of the librarian.

They first met in the Library only,

And Agatha was attracted towards him because he was a libertarian.

With him Agatha stayed happy and safe.

Alen, too, was an orphan -

So they both knew what was the need for love, as,

'Love' would only prevent their lives from getting worsen.

But the helpless suffer the most.

They are the chickens who are always ready to roast.

Watching the love of Agatha and Alen,

Agatha's step-mom ordered the authorities to shoo Alen off - either to hell or heaven.

She locked up Agatha and kept her hungry,

What was her fault? Love is certainly not a matter to worry...

With time, Agatha became weak and sick,

If health is the wax of a candle, she became its burnt wick.

Colours started fading away from her life,

Desperate, she forgot God and only worshipped a knife.

Agatha never came across happiness or affection,

What she always felt was misery, torture and exasperation.

One day, God freed her from all her troubles.

All her pains vanished away like soap bubbles.

She DIED -

This was the only fortune she longed to see in her life.

We people are so lucky, I think.

We have never suffered any actual pain or ever lived on the brink.

We lose hope so easily when we lose,

Within seconds, we force all mirth within us to diffuse.

Dreams may die

But never ever cry.

This world has a lot to give,

Pick up a new dream - this is the true way to live.

I consider this was Agatha's fault.

She never visualised another way to live -

She only waited for that day when her life would hault,

Ultimately, it was her soul she had to give.

The Bridge

I walked humming on a road
The first time I walked without any load
So I moved a far distance
That far that it weakened my existence.

I didn't know where I reached
The place was spooky and within me someone screeched
I felt a pinch of loneliness,
Which completely juddered my happiness.

I wanted to get out of there,
The surroundings and serenity - I could not bear
That area was quiet and different,
I was unable to identify the way that was afferent.

I chose a path to walk on
I needed to reach home before dawn
The way I chose was thorny and painful
But I beared all pain because that was the needful.

I stood on the end of the path I chose,
What I saw ahead froze my nose.
I had to cross a weak bridge to reach the other side
Seeing the condition of the bridge I nearly died.

The bridge was wooden and weak,
I could see the termites feasting on the teak.
Down below was a deep valley,
I overlooked myself being an atheist and started praying to see
something holy.

I stood confused on the verge of life and death
I decided to move ahead and I held my breath
A small misbalance could claim my life,
And within no time the hell would become my wife.

I moved a few steps and heard the wood creak,
A piercing wind started to blow rendering my audacity weak.
With the little courage I had, I moved on
Hoping to see the bright flowers in my lush green lawn.

I had crossed the bridge half way
And luckily no difficulty extended its sway
I felt I could reach the other side
Something within me confirmed that I won’t meet with demise.

I became over-confident with my luck,
I started considering myself a clever black-buck
But this time the luck didn't favour me,
It struck hard on my attitude of moving tension-free.

The bridge collapsed and I fell,
The valley echoed distinctly my yell
But thank God! This was a dream,
I became normal again after sensing where I was and I needn't
to scream.

There was sweat on my face,
I was frightened and tense
I didn't know how to react,
I was petrified at that moment with deft.

This dream taught me a lesson -
'We always don't know what will happen
We cannot achieve everything we desire
Even though we may have the lust or fire,

Perhaps the nature has thought something special for us,
We should be patient enough to wait for that present
without creating any fuss.
Everything should not be taken for granted,
Sometimes we may get those things which we never wanted.'