All I need......is you

Its been a while

since I have felt this way

But now that I do

it feels like the only way

its supposed to ever be

just you and me

and the magic that is ‘us’!

Am not about pretty roses

sweet smiles, sugary proses

I’ll be your anchor in rough seas

When its too sunny to smile

I’ll be the breeze

And after a bad dream

when I shiver at night

Just hold me tight

So I know you care

And no matter what

you will always be there

to hold me close, keep me warm

Through to the dawn

through all the storm.

Don’t bring me the stars

Brown teddy, gifts or flowers

I need no words

no compliments old or new

All I need on my day

….is you.

Notes - This one is not a great piece of poetry, I understand; in terms of technique, meaning, style or even choice of words. But what I like it for is its flow and simplicity. I was cleaning up the store room, a day before Diwali, when I started humming these lines. It was as if singing one's favourite song after years, not knowing you still remember the lyrics so well!



my funeral

purple flowers slowly settled

over the dying day’s eyes

and in the dark of the growing night

drowned the crimson of sullen skies

on the ripples of breeze, swift, unusually cold

soaked in death’s savour

my breaths drifted away, and for ever

mist smiles on my face

eyes gaze into infinity

has winter seeped too deep

when spring should be?

or was that a touch of death?

in immense darkness

on a wooden pile I sleep

the wood and I burn endlessly

and the darkness grows deep

the shine has lost forever

words withered in smoke cloud

heart beats speak no more

murmur of the crackling fire ‘s too loud

my feeble hands unreachable

to clasp the smoke

 lost in murky air

in the touch of golden silk flames

I see myself

being tickled, tossed and turned

innocent fire wipes unceasingly

stains of death’s shadows on me

and I get burned!

clutched in the arms of smoke I lie

but the cotton plugs deny

a taste of my mortality

beside the fire I sit and see

the smouldering lips

the vapouring curls

and the vanishing me

those were the eyes of blooming dreams

now melt on shameless pyre

 the ashes laugh, mock at me

they carry the death’s desire

stillness, silence, then a hum far away

a pulse in flesh that as soft can be

an unborn life

that’s me...

Notes – This is undoubtedly my favorite of all the poems. I wrote it in my tenth grade. There is a chapter in the Bhagvat Gita, in which Lord Krishna makes Arjun imagine the death of his own body, to emphasize on the fact that he is an everlasting soul and not the mortal body. That is where I drew my inspiration. Couldn't quite get it to a smooth finish though.