Random Blues

My heart is clear like that of a scarlet
Thoughts like a rainbow brighten my mind
A free bird I am now
No one to bother and no one to be bothered about


The charms of life had left me sometime back
Like a sparrow who leaves its mother’s nest
However through travails and difficulties
There was a charming lady who held my hand
Who shared the same responsibility as me
But never gave up,her persisitence pegged me on


From time to time by actions and by words
I knew I was doing a terrible job
But to leave the job half way through
Was most unmanly and unacceptable of me

And so I continued the way it was
Only to aggravate my pains
My image went down, my personality went down
My name went down , my fame went down
From a millionaire to a nomad
The distance was very small


But to carry on was a challenge
Which was what I did
With the spirit of a warrior, and the heart of a lion
I completed the job to my satisfaction


Now at the end of it, my heart fills with pleasure
I can stretch my wings and glide like an eagle
Allowing the strong wind to carry me
To a destination which only God knows

The Queen of the Abstract World

A bespectacled beauty with a disarming smile
Reigns over the mighty Abstract world
She communicates more with her silence than her words
And touches the soul of everyone she meets

Her blink if an eye makes you nervous
Her deadly stare chills your bones
Her fiery questions leave you with no answers
Her carefree attitude frightens your spirit

She nourishes her soul more than her body
And finds pleasure in solitude
The inner happiness that radiates in her face
Spreads to others through her smile

And so she continues to be as she is
To reign over the abstract world
Leaving behind people gasping
Thinking what is wrong with her

She is indeed the queen of the abstract world
In every sense and in every meaning
She navigates her way through the mighty crowd
Lost in her thoughts and busy with her work

So with her lovely soul and undying spirit
She makes her presence felt in this world
Her persistence and clarity of thought
Has surprised many including me

The Little Goldsmith

The ides of March
Have come but not gone
A year ago the poison left me
Because of the little goldsmith

Who wanted the best for me
She made me what I am
Just like a goldsmith moulds his wares
With a delicate touch and strong will

The mastercraftsman in her went to work
Purifying me to my bare spirits
To be or not to be was a question
But she never left my side

Now when her work is marvelled by others
Her masterpiece thinks of his creator
With a mighty heart and undying spirit
She set on her odyssey of moulding a gem

To pour out my hearts gratitude
What do I do to her
Live a life according to her core
Which was always a Herculean task for me

And so with a loving heart
I offer my little angel a small gift
My heart’s blood and soul’s prayer
Which would last as a monument of friendship

My Days of Solitude

The days are long
The nights are longer
I feel alone in a crowd
Isolated by my own doing


I presumed that I had many friends
Only to realise that it was only a dream
Now when I look around in desperation
There is no familiar face to give me comfort

A special one is not present in my life
At times the thought does haunt me
Twenty three years of living
Without striking a chord in anyone’s life

Is it because I am not good enough
Or is it because no one is good enough for me
Is it because of my nature
Or is it because no one cares

Everyone is busy whizzing past each other
To reach somewhere in the rat-race called life
But in the process they are missing something
Which has left an unfilled void in them

The fruits of love and companionship
The joy of sharing and expecting nothing
The experience of crying and being consoled by others
Which only life and only life can provide