Few Miles Away

City streets and the night lights

The truth, that was never too eager to go away and the beholder that was never able to change

The song, which I knew was always there but just never too there to be heard

The smiles, which were supposed to meant joy but always ended up climaxing the easiness we wanted

The words, that meant something but not something I thought they meant to be

There was this place I knew I belonged to, Or I thought I really did

But I was not there anymore, I chose not to

The turn, that I took left a lot of things moving behind me

The rush, that I decided never to delve into

The bicycle, that I took to find the reality I thought existed

Just a few miles away

The people, I knew I loved were in love

The stories, I knew would finish did end in bliss

The sorrow, I believed to be existent did get the ear it yearned for

City streets and night lights

The door, that was once shut in anger now reopened in anticipation

The CDs, photo albums, old guitar, recording machine and loose PJs

The journey that was incomplete

Those few miles

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Mutarada (The Chase)

She was unkempt, much like her thoughts

Chasing her bewildered cat

At least, what she thought she was upto

Step, swirl, hush, hush, silence; Aaah! There you are

Come here, come here; and missed

So there she ran again

Racing past a reel of known faces but unknown aspersions

With her hands reaching outwards

Her eyes, glared and watered of excitement

There’s no rest to this chase

The winds that she felt on her face carried sweetness of evening prayers

And the music, she ignorantly loved

But the sky’s getting darker

But the cat’s still not here

And now the songs have detuned to screams

Prayers have paved way for wails

The music she could not ignore, not love

The chase is still on, but of what

Where did the cat go, did it find a safe escape

A foreseen future that could not harbour here

She draws nearer to the faces

And the aspersions start to paint her knowledge

The sky is lighted, but not of stars

The vendor’s cart is red, but there are no fruits

The hands are reaching outward, the eyes are watered,

Is this the same place

Oh cat! Could you please find me now?

Can you trace my shadows?

I wish I could vanish into future, like you

Or just vanish

Leaving behind no hurt