Monday, October 12, 2009

Sun sun sun!!

Warmth of suns rays
vaporises the grief away
But I sit inside these concrete walls
Amidst these lifeless silicon stalls
Gloom and dark contaminate this whole bay
I wish someone would turn the sun my way

Moods

Friends ask me what have I written of late
Did I pour out my feelings more intimate?
Another ode to Sachin, More paens for Fed?
Maybe a tricky Puzzle, review of a book read?

All I can do is shrug them off with a smile
Spin a new excuse to hold them for a while
Honestly Its not them I want to delude
But I am just waiting for the right mood

A few days back my heart leapt with joy
Tides of troubles were behind me, land ahoy
Spring was in my step, my face shone bright
The wind had finally taken a turn to the right

In that mood, the singer in me crooned
My fingers were flowing, the keyboard tuned
I began a story and then a song I tried
But nothing worked, my muse had dried

Today my heart is blue and tears I fight
A storm runs through this dark night
My wrecked ship has sunk very deep
My head is heavy for lack of sleep

In such a mood, the poet in me yearns
my fingers are ice but the keyboard burns
I begin a verse and then a Ghazal I try
But nothing works, stream of my thoughts is dry

So all I can do is shrug you off with a smile
This poem is my latest excuse, is this vile?
And now leave me alone while I brood
As I am still waiting for the right mood