Autobiography of a Rain Drop

I rose from the ocean,

Unseen by the naked eye,

Floated through the vast blue stretch,

With my herd, a white blanket in the sky.

Through days and nights we drifted,

Waiting for a moment from the ticking clock.

And when we had our moment,

We rushed down as a shower to the ground.

On and on, we dropped further down,

Far away from where we had started,

And onto the soil we landed,

But seeped further through the voids.

A tiny being, dormant in state,

Watched and waited till we reached,

And through its tail, I was absorbed into its green,

To now be a part of its living.

Rain_drop

BIRDIE

A little birdie chirped in my ear

There is someone with you here

He has been trying to make you hear

That he has been here for more than a year.

The little birdie whispered

He is not so good I heard

He had liked it when you shattered

And had feasted every wail you uttered.

My little birdie warned

He is but unarmed

But i know you would be harmed

His invisibility can get you alarmed.

Lovely little birdie cried

To my best I have tried

But now I have to leave your side

To be from being a birdie that died.

Birdie dear birdie, don’t go away

Where is he now, say

For my life, please stay

Away from this unseen presence, show me a way.

Little birdie, little birdie, now I am alone

In this darkness with me is only a man now bone

To myself, I am now left to moan

As I swallow the depth of the darkness that had grown.

Sweet birdie, lovely birdie, you have been a good friend

To be with me till the very end

While now you get busy with a different errand

With the blackness I blend.

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THE OTHER ME

I looked down at the wet bathroom floor

And staring back at me was my own reflection.

I looked around at the tiles on the bathroom walls

And staring back at me were my own reflections.

Sure I was that I heard that sound

Someone knocking on a door

And that definitely came from the place

Where I now stood alone.

My roommate with her friends

Had gone out to party.

Glad was she to leave me back

‘Coz she knew me to be crazy.

Alone I stood, knowing myself to be alone,

But still with a doubt that rang in my ears

“Who… oh who was it that had called me,

Until I had the door opened?!”

No one answered

No one present

I alone stared back at my reflection

With the one doubt that lingered

Which I ignored to relieve tension.

And then I decided,

My brain played tricks

To remind me of me,

And thus deciding, I decided yet

That I must leave.

Just as I turned my back to the walls,

Closing the door behind me as I left,

The knocks and the call resumed,

Thus making hair stand on the back of my neck.

A tiny voice shrieked inside my head,

Do not approach the voice,

But a different voice in the same little brain

Urged me to step behind.

I walked upto the bathroom door,

And this time the knocking continued

Until I clicked the door open

Letting myself into the bathroom.

I investigated carefully,

My eyes noting every inch of the view,

To check if there was anything I missed,

Anything that I might have overlooked.

Disappointed as I was

And distressed of the absence

I turned my back again,

And to my relief I heard it again

Soft and slow like a whisper.

I turned around facing

Hoping to see a person

But was greeted by the familiar face

The mirror showing my reflection.

The door closed behind me

Trapping me in the tiled room

Where every screen now reflected

The face in the mirror’s view.

Water flooded the floor

So that it resembled a giant mirror

With the only difference that freaked me out

My shocked face shown grinning.

No wonder I wanted to wait

To see what was happening

As my reflection on the floor grew still

Assuming its role of the play.

And slowly as I watched

A figure rose from the ground

Another me, my twin

From the depths of the mirror world.

“Hi!”  she greeted me

To which I replied with a mere smile

With empty thoughts running through my mind

Of which I could decipher none.

Moments passed and then she grinned

An unfamiliar grin on a familiar face

And before the clock moved a bit

I knew what lay in her intent.

My muscles were slower than my brain

The impulse too late to reach

As my other self pushed in a piercing object

Into my throbbing heart and within.

The shriek never left my lips

My hand just held the piercing knife

And horror never struck me till

I realized I was losing height.

She was still, and so was i

Her feet never left the ground, nor mine

Then why was it that all of a sudden

I was growing shorter with time?

I took a look down

And so my answer looked up at me

The wet floor was drinking me in

And I was going within.

Before I knew that I had to struggle

The other me walked away.

As I disappeared from the world of the living,

She replaced me in the world that was mine.

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A PRECIOUS THING LOST

Composed on: 2nd january, 2012, 10:45 pm

 

5 months, 6 days, 7 hours, 8 minutes,

 And dunno how many seconds had passed,

Since i had last seen her

Heard her voice ring in my ears,

Sensed her presence beside me,

And felt the essence of her touch on my skin…

 

5 months, 6 days, 7 hours, 8 minutes,

And dunno how many sconds had passed,

All felt like a long time back,

A long time since the time we had spent together.

 

There were no words, no last greetings,

No fights, no explanations,

Nothing to explain how we departed

In the unexplainable silences.

 

I remember the day, that unfortunate day

My happiness had known no bounds

She wanted to speak, and was serious

The only serious thing between us.

 

But she never came, never

I sat in the appointed place hours together

In the hope to see her smiling face

The one i could forget never.

 

And after that time flew by

I neither saw her nor heard of her

Deserted was the place where i knew her to be

And left deserted without a letter.

 

Years felt those 5 months

6 days, 7 hours, 8 minutes

 When i finally heard about her

Lost somewhere unexpected.

 

What’s her loss to mine

That i had experienced for such a long time

Unable to explain the discomfort that i felt

In the place which was unfamiliarly mine.

 

I finally reached where she lay

Among the lamenting faces

Those lamenting for physical  pains

While there were greater pains more severe.

 

She lay on the shallow pillow

Her sunken eyes searching hungrily

For the one face she had lost

For the one soul to rejoin her…

 

Her happiness shown on her pale face

As she saw me amongst the visitors

And her throat, though very feeble,

Uttered my name after a thousand years.

 

I touched her hand, held it in mine

After so many years of loneliness

And then i realised what was that

That i had briefly lost for such a long time.

 

My bed had felt uncomfortable

And why should it not be

Nothing was it in comparison to

Her lap that she so lovingly gave to me.

 

The music of the days, the melodies of the morning

Everything had felt harsh on my ears

And why should it not be,

It was nohing in comparison to her soothing voice.

 

The velvets were coarse

My curtains felt old

The cushions were a waste

They were nothing compared to her touch on my face.

 

We spoke, and spoke finally

In sounds that none could hear

The sound was known only to us

The sweet voice of love.

 

And then i got the answers to my questions

Her unspeakable silences

Her reluctant desertion

Her unexplained withdrawal.

 

I couldn’t say anything

The realization had turned me speechless

My loss was nothing

Nothing to her sacrifice.

 

I looked into her eyes

Her eyes that searched mine

Those eyes which had remained pale

Pale without the glow that gave them their sparkle.

 

And i felt nostalgic

I couldn’t bear to see her

Knowing her destined departure

That she had concealed within her.

 

I left that hand

The soft touch that i craved

Reluctant though i was

But firm in my decision.

 

She muttered and choked in her voice

Something that sounded like my name

But i didn’t turn back, i couldn’t

To face her once again.

 

And then i felt something leave me

I don’t know what it was

But it only gave me the courage to look back

To see only what i feared.

 

That pale hand had fallen

That choking voice had stopped

Those black blank waiting eyes

Had stopped where they stopped.

 

There were no explanations, no last greetings

Nothing to explain the departure

But only one realization to finally make me realize

That was a priceless thing that i lost…