A Game

Far or near
None I fear.
For I know
It’s all a game.

Too much proximity,
I say with certainty,
Breeds contempt.
So I make an attempt,
To let distances lurk,
display myself through murk.
So that at bay
You learn to stay.

For I know
It’s all a game.

When you miles across,
live engrossed,
I swear I also yearn
and wait for your turn,
to come and be with me,
so that you set me free,
of my receding approach,
which I often reproach.
Cause if it becomes
a trend,
will bring this game
to its much detested end.


For I know
It’s all a game.

Lets play it until we depart,
From our lives, from this world,
and from each other’s heart.

When was i silent last?

It wasn’t last night when I was asleep. I had dreamt then. Met my school teacher in dreams and did some easy chit chat with her. I told her how my college days had been, how disenchanting my days at a Media house had been where I interned for a couple of months, the paranoid Chief Editor there, memories of dad, and my present workplace: where i’m learning to gear up for doing something concrete in life.

So, it was no where in my nap. The SILENCE.

The day, rather all days, depart prattling, pondering, conversing, bantering, sneering and doing what not. All but remaining silent, from with-in and with-out.

Wondering when (if ever) has commotion stopped? The answer is perhaps ‘never’.

When I speak on the surface,
you absorb its meaning profound.
you carefully delve and think
when I mock around…

And when indeed I go deep,
you couldn’t care less and sleep
having expressed what my heart beseeched,
I have often mistakenly felt pleased
in thinking that you desirably approved,
my outpourings, which though were crude.

You smirk and gaze with your eyes in daze,
Then finally I discern that you have no concern.
With what I might go through and to say it true,
your ears got choked and your heart has doped.

For how many ages must I wait?
to trap you soundly with my bait!