Reaching There

I'm stripping layers of my skin; when I write. It's a wonderful feeling within; when I write. I'm holding nothing back and there's no fear. All of me is out there for you; loud and clear. I'm surprised how much I had to say; to You. Words like steps on water; just going through! I'm completely naked; stripped of all ego now? On the gates of time, ready to take the last bow?

I want to write a love song for you. More cheesy than the pizza we had. I know I stole all the mushrooms. You said you were cool about that. I don't want to sit on the other side! It's more fun to steal from your hand. I will take you for a long ride on bike. A few inches closer with every bump. So while reading this just remember me. I'm waiting for the next time we will eat. I plan to steal a littler more than we planned. Holding your hand walking down the street. I wish I could write like Matt Nathanson. He is a great writer. This short poem that came riding into my mind  while going through Matt Nathanson songs. Someone will understand it. The night is young, but we are younger. Time is on our side. Kill the lights. Matt Nathanson (Kill the lights from  Last of the Great Pretenders)

The doomsday has come and gone, I'm still alive and kicking! The world is still not out of danger though. The danger is not from a bunch of asteroids hurling towards us from the deep space. The core of this third rock from the sun is still hot enough and we don't need a Superman to "restart" the spin, not just yet. So all is well, at least on the first look. However the planet is dying and perhaps the mankind is already dead. So I wrote this poem today to express my somberness ( partially inspired by Fire and Ice by Robert Frost ). I peek from my window; I just see a cloud of dust. I take out my hands to feel the water, but all I get are some burns in return. I wish my ears can hear a bird's chirp, the sound of people is far too loud. I smelled a flower when I was young all my nose gets is a whiff of CO 2 now. Dear Bob said the world would end in fire; I say we are already dead in our desires. Then a thought races to my mind an...

Creativity is my girl, who finds me in extreme seclusion. She ignites the power of thought and becomes my inspiration. It is tough to find her in all the noise that enshrouds me. Like an envious girl, she awaits to encroach upon me. She holds on to the hope to find me all alone. Only wishing to make me her own. Her passionate talk leaves a lonely trail behind. A magical glance that keeps my mind intertwined. Fickle at times but is the epitome of grace. Blessing, as I consider her, I follow her trace. She has a spark that drives me, to conquer this lifetime. A promise for tomorrow, that becomes my sunshine. Through periods of prolonged separation. Sadly, the times, of extreme desperation. With all the clutter in my mind, I seek her, running for miles. A glimpse of that envious girl, who shies away with a smile. I hope she hears me, and bring me back my existence. She is the only reason, of my sincere persistence. I hope she comes back to ...

Friends and I A short poem dedicated to my Kanpur days at CSJM University with my friends Abhinav, Ajay and Anupam (in the order of descending roll numbers in college). This poem is part of my effort to explore the poetic side of me ( if any ). This is poem simply about trying to find the  ephemeral  stillness in this super busy world. It goes something like this: I stood in the stillness of a square, with all the traffic whizzing past me. People inside boxes on wheels, trying to get to somewhere else they can be. Watch out, move over, get out of here! This is all they say. Nobody waiting for a moment, too busy to stop a while and  just enjoy the stillness of a wild stare. I miss those days, I would look at the bright blue sky. Just a few friends and an old scooter. Sipping a slice and taking our sweet time to give world a blinding glare. Lying in the bed with a few puffs  floating around in foggy air. Taking...

My second attempt at writing a poem. I know it's not perfect but hopefully I am able to put across my thoughts. My story if I may, is about ups and downs. But if you ask me, I say, it has been the same. I came and lived, till it was time to die. I loved a few things, but all was just a lie. I need just one, but I tried for many. I looked everywhere, but didn't find any. A war is on, with my mind. I have to tell it, leave all else behind. So if you ask me again, I'll say I give up to Thee. I just hope and have faith, You'll look after me. Pushkar Bajpai