Gautam .. A Poet By Chance

Ring on the Ring-Finger ..

2010-07-31T01:42:00.006+05:30

My friend invited me for a dinner

I accepted, hearing it no sooner.

Was it her company or the food?

Heart said “I guess it’s the latter”

But heart can sometimes be wrong too

Sitting beside my friend, was her friend

A pretty lady wrapped up in blue.

After some initial greetings and hullabaloo,

What I could see, was only one out of the two.

She was quiet and I could only brood,

Shall I start” how did you find the food?”

‘Oh come on, isn’t that a bit rude

Talking to a pretty lady about food’

Meanwhile, She kept fiddling with her spoon

And sometimes with her diamond ring

That lay on her ring-finger glittering?

..... Lightening struck me when I realized

‘Oh my God! Could she be engaged?’

Lamenting at the prospects that lasted so brief

‘No, how could it be ’ I thought in disbelief.

But after a while, I heaved a sigh of relief

When I saw that it’s her right ring-finger

That possessed her ring and my grief.

Finally I had some words in my mouth

“That’s a lovely ring which you have got”

“Thank you” she said with a bright smile

“It’s my engagement ring, you see” she said aloud.

Lightening doesn’t strike twice; it’s said.

With a lump of food stuck in my neck

I asked “From when did the right ring-finger

Had the right to wear that wedding ring?”

She smiled as if she always knew my mind’s wing

“Oh it’s only because my left ring-finger,

Is not in shape. Actually it’s hurt”

I kept silently looking at her plate’s dessert

Wondering who’s hurt? Her finger or my heart !

'She' is Always Behind

2010-05-09T01:39:00.008+05:30

The environs of a hospital’s cafeteria had taken its toll

I was feeling low and my mood was beginning to fall.

A pretty bright face was the need of the hour

Or only something more than the table’s red flower.

From nowhere did I realize that ray of light.

She was sitting on the table to my right

Curly hair, shiny skin and a smile overtly bright

Beautiful she was, every onlookers delight.

Her mother whisked away the hair from her face;

It was the air from the fan just above her place

That tried to play with her charming grace,

Only if it knew she was much ahead in the race.

Talking to her mother and sipping the tea

She realized the attention and looked at me.

She passed a quiet smile through her eyes

Was that a reality or the impending surprise.

“God’s been really kind to her” I thought

How else could she be so much sought?

Her tea was over and it was time to unwind

Her mother got up and stood behind.

As she struggled to push her daughter's wheelchair back

The view in front of me turned to black.

I had failed to see anything except her beauty

“From when has God turned to cruelty?”

With my teary eyes I saw the mother

Who toiled hard to carry her daughter.

Then I had this final thought in my mind

Why find God, when ‘She’ is always behind.

As I Wait ...

2010-04-03T05:57:00.001+05:30

As I wait for the night to get over

Soon to be plunged into alleys of future

I remember the deeds of my past

Mostly sweet and some, I don’t know what.

As I wait for the next chapter in my book,

Some pictures I would like to relook

The images of which remains confined

In my impressionable mind.

As I wait for the next song to play

To which I would dance, I would sway

I wish the life had a button called ‘rewind’

To enjoy the moments left behind.

As I wait for my next journey

I wish I had that universal master key

That could lock the time to standstill

And let all the hidden desires to fulfill.

As I wait for the next season of rain

That washes away all the persisting pain

I hope and pray for all my mates

The sunshine of joy should always remain.

As I wait ….. when it all ends/transcends

To all my folks and to all my friends

For making two years of my life glow

Accept my final bow.

The Final Funeral.

2010-03-08T22:42:00.007+05:30

He woke up to the news abreast

That he had died an untimely death

And people mourning over his last breath.

He shouted, he cried and then said

“Why is it that no one hears me today?

I had so much to do and so much to say.

Please God, don’t take my life away.”

His friends sympathized, his mother cried;

The leaves and flowers in his garden dried.

“What wrong had I done?” he grieved

“That I have to see my own death”.

...

His soul arrived at the gates of heaven.

He wanted the answer to only one question

He had seen his funeral with his own eyes

“Why did God chose me for despise?”

The Almighty appeared before him

“My son what’s the reason for your chagrin?”

“Lord, I wanted to live one more day;

'I love you', I was going to say her today“

The Lord asked then “Did she love you too?”

...

“ More than anyone else in this world would do”

“You are wrong my child, that is untrue”

Perplexed he asked “God tell me how are you so sure?”

Smiling The Lord said “Why do you think you are here?

... Isn’t it because I love you more”.

And yet .. it falls ....

2010-01-12T04:11:00.008+05:30

I felt something in my eyes
Then abruptly trickling down in haste
Till it was on my cheeks, looking for its way
Like a stream of water on the clay.
Slowly turning into a glittering drop
It searched for a better place to stop.

I wondered what could make my eyes moist?
Flashes of the past or worries of future;
Was it some joy or some forgotten rejoice,
Some unspoken word or some unheard voice,
Some hidden desire or some leftover choice.

The memories that had lasted in my mind,
The moments which I try to rewind
Or was it some face which I try to find,
In every image that remains confined,
Were all these the reasons behind?

Or was it because I had something to lose
Which I had always wanted to gain;
Then I realized the truth about this rain
It may fall when in love or when in pain.
Sometimes it falls without any season
Or may I say “ And yet sometimes ………
It falls without any reason”

Mariah..

2009-11-25T19:43:00.020+05:30

The falling drops of rain were of no console.
My heart was numb and mind on a roll.
Then, I saw that cute little girl hopping
Like a squirrel out on a stroll.
She smiled at me, with a twinkle in her eyes.
The glory of her face, made the gloominess subside.

I went near, and asked “Dear what is your name?”
She closed her eyes as if to conjure
And said ”Mariah” in her own grandeur.
My curiosity increased and I ceased
“How old are you?” I asked, pleased.
She replied in thrive,
“Tomorrow I will turn only five”

Smiling again, she said, “Come play with us in this rain”.
I replied in hurry “I fear of getting drained”
She then jumped with more vigor
As if to prove that my fears are only meager.
“Don’t you fear mother will scold?”
Hiding the face behind her little palms
“Mama is fast asleep” she told.

Before I parted my way,
I wished her happy birthday
“But it is not today” she said like a little princess.
“I know my dear;
But I wouldn’t be tomorrow here”
“Thank you” said her eyes sheer.

Then I felt something in my heart and mind.
There are enough joys in the world behind;
You have to just look around to find those joys,
That resides even within every child’s eyes.

Remember to Forget..

2009-10-20T03:20:00.005+05:30

Remember to forget ..
The face you always love to hate,
The mind you always wish to relate.
The moments spent before my sight,
The wrongs you did for my every right.
The glare of my loving eyes,
And the truth behind my lies.

Remember to forget ..
The memories of my indelible past,
The images that will forever last.
The nights with sleepless dreams,
The days with hopeless gleams.
The evenings when we coincidently met,
And the rains which made us wet.

Remember to forget..
The meetings of our probing eyes,
The last trace of hope in my voice.
The life that will never be the same,
The paths that will never cross again.
The grief hiding behind the maze,
And the lines written in your praise.

Have I seen you before ? ...

2009-07-29T23:08:00.007+05:30

It was one of those rainy evenings
When I saw her in glittering ear rings.
Her attire was red and so were my feelings.
The sound of rain had a part to play,
Joy was in the mood and I had something to say

War was in my mind and battle in my heart,
What to say her and where to start?
I stopped her on the stairs of the hall,
What I could only do, was stare and then stroll.

After a while, I tried it again.
Happily this time my effort didn’t go in vain;
I asked her “Have I seen you before?”
I know it’s an old trick, but I could no more.
She shaked her head and said a big no.

“Maybe it was someone else whom I had seen”
I said it with a touch of sheen.
Then I thought,
“How could I tell you what I really mean?
You were in my dreams that I had last seen.”

Before I could be showered with some blame,
I went close to her and asked her name.
Blushing slightly under the just found fame
She uttered the eight lettered gem.
….
More than a year has passed since then;
The rainy evenings are here again,
I have nothing to lose and nothing to gain
But all I wish is.... to know her once again.

Sometimes I wish...

2009-07-03T02:28:00.005+05:30

Sometimes I wish, I could be the drop of rain,
That trickles down your face
Feeling the warmth and feeling the pain;
Simmering in the light of yours
I could be like a beautiful pearl on shore.
Sometimes I wish..

Sometimes I wish, I could be the wind,
That plays with your locks;
And remain there always confined
In the midst of flowing cascade,
I could whisper in your ears, my desire
Sometimes I wish..

Sometimes I wish, I could be your heart,
That pounds at every sight of me
And the thousand secrets it so closely guards.
Beating at every moment of yours
I could be your life always yours.
Sometimes I wish..

And yet sometimes I wish, I could be me,
That I once used to be;
Without you residing in my heart
And without your thoughts
Dwelling in every part of my soul.
Someimes I wish..

What am I ? ..

2009-04-30T00:21:00.007+05:30

Where ever you go you find me,
Am I the destination or am I the destiny?

Am I the secret, you want to behold?
Or am I the voice of your heart, better not be told?

Am I the thoughts, you like to ponder?
Or am I the questions, you don’t want to answer?

Am I the joy, you wish to share?
Or am I the grief, you always fear?

Am I the affection, warmer than sunlight?
Or am I the mystery, darker than night?

Am I the memories, you don’t wish to forget?
Or am I the desire, you always regret?

Am I the imagination, you wish to realize?
Or am I the reality, you want to despise?

Am I the love, which you wish to bestow?
Or am I the hate, which you never show?

I know not what am I,
But I would like to be -
The shine of your gleaming face,
The twinkle of your beaming eyes,
The rhythm of your beating heart,
And the soul of the song on your lips.

Mirror,mirror..

2009-03-08T10:54:00.003+05:30

Mirror, mirror..please don’t conceal
Tell me how does it feel,
When with a bright smile,
She looks at you and then,
Caresses her hair with a slight zeal.

Mirror,mirror.. I had a question in mind,
Whom do you more beautiful find?
The lady that gazes at you
With dream in her eyes
Or the angel that resides behind.

Mirror, mirror.. I always wonder this,
Don’t you ever her absence miss?
Because you are the only soul,
Who she so lovingly glares,
And make my heart burn in flares.

Mirror o mirror, I want you to say,
What will you take away
To let me be you for one day,
So that when she looks at me,
I get reflected deep into her eyes.

My Dear Lady (your lips)...

2009-01-28T12:02:00.003+05:30

My dear lady,
I know you have something to tell,
What is it that you‘re hiding in the shell?
The lips that once used to smile,
Are now bestowed for mystery and guile.
Those lovely two rosy creations of God
Are not to veil the truths even or odd.
But it’s for those dying souls,
Whose last wish is to see the most beautiful smile.

My dear lady,
Whenever I pass by your side,
You look at me with puzzled eyes,
The distance between your lips increase,
But then again your eagerness cease.
I wish, I knew where are those keys?
That can unlock all your miseries.

My dear lady,
The only thing I wish to convey.
The tale which you want to say,
Or the guilt that you want to confess,
Is nothing but an illusionary offense
Because till those lips brightens your face,
All the wrongs and sins that you place,
I am ready to bear it with a smiling embrace.

Lost Am I....

2009-01-08T02:43:00.003+05:30

Lost is my sleep, searching for dreams,
Lost is my path, searching for realms.
Lost am I, searching for truth in your lies.
Will you find me peace, hiding in your eyes?

Lost is my mind, searching for sanity,
Lost is my desire, searching for vanity.
Lost am I, searching for that soothing balm.
Will you find me luck, scripted on your palm?

Lost is my soul, searching for life,
Lost is my smile, searching for delight,
Lost am I, searching for the gazes you impart.
Will you find me love, residing in your heart?

Also lost is my identity, searching for name.
Will you find me Gautam, lost somewhere in mayhem?

That Day ....

2008-12-20T23:24:00.004+05:30

I met an angel that day;
She looked so cheerful and gay,
I had this impending thought,
From where has this destiny brought
A lady so charming and alone,
And why my heart’s beating not stopped.

Thinking and mumbling what next to do,
Gathering courage I moved a bit,
The time around me seemed so slow,
Also the weather so cold and frigid.
Seeing me she turned red for a while,
Then she greeted me with a smile.
I asked her “Will you be mine”?

“Dare you not even think for a while?”
“That I can ever be yours “she riled.
“For you are a simple being and I divine”.
With tears in my eyes, I realized,
The moment that I had eulogized,
Was nothing more than a dream,
For angels are not for mortals on earth;
They are either for the souls in heaven
Or ….... men in dream.

Two Streaks....

2008-11-10T15:04:00.004+05:30

I had never seen such a beautiful sight,
The water was black and the surroundings white,
The flow so silky and the cascade so bright,
No it wasn’t a waterfall, but her hair so light.

Two streaks coming over her face,
Was like a stream of cloud over space,
Or was I lost in that lovely entangled maze?
It was nothing less than a princess’ grace.

The locks running over her cheeks,
Seemed like river flowing out of creeks,
Or was I mistaken in my judgement?
It was the sea of hopes desiring to unleash.

She played with it like a child uncared,
Her fingers fiddling with it, completely unaware
That the world around her is beautiful,
But not more than the two streaks of her hair.

The Way You Look at Me...

2008-11-10T14:58:00.002+05:30

The way you look at me,

Frightens me, it’s not your fear but your desire.

The way your eyes droop,

Enchants me, it’s not your slumber but your dream.

The way you blush,

Caresses me, it’s not your rosy face but your charming grace.

The way you play with your locks,

Beguiles me, it’s not your unworldliness but your elegance.

The way you talk,

Soothes me, it’s not your myriad sense but your innocence.

The way you hop,

Enthuses me, it’s not your vigor but your child like pleasure.

The way you smile,

Maddens me, it’s not your gaiety but your ethereal beauty.

And the way I look into your eyes,

Bewilders you, it’s not my malice but my silent voice.

I Miss You so Much ....

2008-10-31T22:16:00.003+05:30

The wind has stopped fluttering the leaves,
The child like river has lost its playful joy,
The moon no more likes shining in the starlit sky,
Does it seem I am not the only one missing thee?

How shall I make myself happy and the soul upbeat?
And when will my heart stop taking gloomy flight?
For neither do I know how to make the roses smell sweet.
Nor do I know how to persuade the sun to shine bright.

Your resplendent face is the reason of mine’s bright.
Your presence makes even the gloomiest weather alight.
How shall I now forget the memories of your blissful sight.
And how shall I now remain, the same individual might?

The wait for you seems to be longer than eternity,
How do I get myself out of this never ending sobriety?
When will the clouds vanish from the horizon?
And we can once again be together in a joyous sorority.

You Look Everytime New To me....

2008-10-15T23:22:00.005+05:30

You look everytime new to me,
You look more beautiful every new day.

Sometimes you are like the budding rose,
That adds a petal everyday.
And sometimes like the first rain
That aromatizes the mud and the clay.

Sometimes you are like the chirping sparrow,
That sounds pleasant every morning.
And sometimes like the early clouds ,
That bring the joy of the rains coming.

Sometimes you are like the warmth of winter sun,
That feels like it should never go.
And sometimes like the flowing streams,
That doesn’t know where to flow.

Sometimes you are like the twinkling stars,
That make the nights bright and pleasant.
And sometimes like the snow-capped mountain
That looks ethereal and silent.

Sometimes you are like the rising sun,
That spreads the beauty around.
And sometimes like the moonlit sky,
That fills every heart with joy.

And yet sometimes you are so much like me,
Neither the sun nor the stars but only a simple being.

The Reason of Your Smile So Sweet...

2008-10-09T22:29:00.003+05:30

The smile on your face, that charming glow
With hairs spread like clouds over snow,
And all draped in the whitest white
You looked nothing less than a dove in flow.

Seeing you, my heart skipped a beat,
For I had never seen you so pleased.
The only thing I wish to know,
What’s the reason of your smile so sweet?

Your smile is like a budding rose,
Like the first light of sun on meadows,
Like the joyful sight of singing sparrows,
And like the first drop of rain after scorching heat.

The fields are green and full of life,
The birds chirping in their mightiest vibe,
And the roses blushing like a new bride
Are all these the reasons of your smile?

Or is it something because of me?
That you want it to remain a mystery,
Whatever it be - the cause of your glee -
It makes my soul joyful and the mind go free.

Her Eyes So Deep..

2008-10-08T22:27:00.009+05:30

In the misty, cloudy night of July,
When the chilly wind made my soul creep;
The warmth of an affectionate heart
Or a generous glance was all my need.

But God also has a golden heart,
I found my prayers very soon heed.
Here came she, looking for a shack
For the clouds had started to grieve.

I looked into the ocean of her eyes,
Only to find it dark, eternal and deep.
And soon I found myself,
Entangled and captivated into a lovely maze.

It was one of the tiny innocent drops
That woke me up from my blissful sleep.
And the naughty wind playing with her locks,
Trying hard that our oceans don’t meet.

But what is it in her eyes,
That makes me feel like a lost knight.
I hope someday the same knight,
Will solve the mystery of her eyes so deep.

A Mysterious Angel !

2008-10-08T22:22:00.005+05:30

Sweet and chaste like flowing streams,
Such is your charm and such is your grace
That beguiles me even in my dreams.
Tell me; are you a reality or just a haze?

Your face is like a blooming flower,
Your hair nothing less than a cascade,
And your eyes like a tranquil sea.
The more I see, the more I crave.

On that lips and cheeks of yours,
The lovely smile and the tint that glows,
Makes me feel like a lost prince
Searching for his pride and grandeurs.

Are you a mystery or a mysterious angel?
The answer to which I don’t know where it lies,
But the Cupid is around, that I recognize.
How shall I now avert the impending malaise?