If you miss that one soul...

When I got tired of pitying myself
that I live in an empty house 
with an empty heart and an empty bed,
I scanned the face of every passer by.

A lot of contemplation and 
observation it took
and I found that people with mates
and good lives were no less lonelier,
Some mated like dogs in seasons
and squabbled other times,
and lived in bliss,
without communion but a lot of talking,
with reasons to live
To live as people live,
converging in the whirlpool that eternally
runs high in the bazaars of the world.

One may get a mate,
and some children to fill one's life,
It's running moments,
But to get one who fills life's inner emptiness
With whom you feel like flowering under the sun
And the moon,
in the wind and the storm,
With whom you unpetal and sway into 
the other realm of love,
hardly comes by.

In a Bus

It’s a summer sun gone into hiding suddenly,

There’s just the right paleness a sky could wear

As if it aches dull, and is sore with some unknown pain

Seeing the panorama of nature and people

From a running bus, is revealing.

The mind drifts back to people

Who came with the signboard of love,

Flirted with emotions and limbs,

But didn’t stay long.

A strange sadness moves through the trees quickly

And you whisper to the wind,

‘God bless their happy families, their wives and children.’

And sullenly think how fear prevents the heart from writing its

Own language,

Fear of people, of safety, of the ego dying,

Fear of so many things

Sticks to the dark corners of the mind

and keeps us small.

A song plays on the ears

And a strange longing stretches its limbs nowhere

Longing for love, for touch,

for a connection as cosmic as ether

Longing for someone to come and break you free

From a self-imposed widowhood.

Water flows in dark ripples

Under the bridge,

Sand ribs stretch for miles,

The trees look absent-minded and sullen,

Carrying your mood.

No fingers stretch and touch yours,

No arms envelope you in reassurance.

You keep listening to the song still,

Teary-eyed, bleary-eyed,

Thinking of how much you gave and how much received.

You are not anymore afraid of pain but,

Not fearful of anything under the sky,

except sin.