Taking Care (Silence)

All kinds of sound,

A child wailing, a train running

Sound that resides in a guitar

Noise that comes from within and far.

Rain lashing a tin rooftop

A bird's lazy morning chirp

Crickets playing a night-long match

To each soul, a voice you can attach.

The sound and its healing verb

It would all be futile

Without a lasting doze of silence

Peace suffices after gunshots and violence

Silence of the rain, the guitar, the people

Silence of a bird, a friend, a mountain

They may look a little out of place

But if sound is a shoe, silence is the lace.

So sit back, cut off, let go

Everything can wait, or else fall silent

Don't always seek, just be there

Life has a million ways of Taking Care.

An Apple Love Story

We didn't fall in love

Love fell on us

Like how the apple did

On that scientist so famous

We did make faces

But also seemed to like it

Like how you feel

For a deal when you strike it

We didn't realize

How it hurts and gets no better

After the dust settles

On the cherished love letter

We warned, they said

Scoffing at us in disdain

And we thought they were happy

People we cared for in vain

With time we learned

A lesson so true and deep

It's your apple, your love

For you to eat, juice or keep.

Urban Dust

Every morning I wake up early

But fail to witness a beautiful dawn

I can see some pigeons flyin' around

But where have the sparrows gone

I sit in my car and drive around

And feel the city needs a correction

Journey is on, but the end's nowhere

As I fail to find the right direction

I see a million faces around

Grumpy, joyous and even masked

Every one seems busy answering

The question that was never asked

I wish they ban plastic

The bag is not all I mean

All of us are deeply intrigued

But none of us is really keen

Innocence is a mirage they say

But the chase at times is a must

Dirty shoes and blackened hearts

Are all makings of the Urban Dust.

Bioscope

I can see a bit of future

And sip a cup of tea

Low waves and high tides

In that deep blue sea

Glimpses of the world above

And abundance of the earth

They look so perfect and plenty

There is no denial no dearth

I can see myself in mirror

For as long as I want

Shy away in admiration

Or impenitently flaunt

At times I lose my way

Sans all the verve and zeal

Decrepit but turns null and void

Cometh the touch of heal

Like a striking maiden

With a mask on her face

Like moon in a rainy night

And the clouds as its lace

They are epitome of life

Full of splendor and grace

For I can kill and get killed

If that may be the case

My heart resides within

Those starry streaks of hope

Call me a sinner or little insane

But your eyes are my Bioscope