The Lonesome Siren

this is a poem which is for a friend of mine. she told me to write a poem on her .. so i did it. i have tried to catch her in my portrayal. i sincerely feel i got carried away. anyway.. let me know how u like this one... especially U-KNOW-WHO .....

A dark translucent blue lake
Mesmerising a sight, it makes
Silver cool moonlight shimmers on it
And SHE opens her eyes---- a little bit.

She understands everything after
All that she’s been through
And she waits for the rafter
To carry herself across the hue

The wait is a long one
And she lets her mind wander
She remembers the setting sun
The humour, and the laughter.

How she made everyone smile
With her jokes and remarks
Now her own smile is under beguile
Life--- now seems so stark.

All she wanted to was to understand
HE was in desperate need of that
In the end, she just got banned
And turned away from the door mat.

Tears build up in her eyes
And her lungs collapse at the thought
Of him, leaving her in spite
Of all the things she had sought.

She closes her eyes again , she decides
She will let everything out , tonight.
A swooning voice with eloquent grace
And simple charm and steady pace

Slowly it grows, melodies fumble
Overbearing it is, barriers crumble
She is in it, with it, above it
Deeply entwined with her senses----that song.

Drowned in the tune, she opens her eyes
She’s sad no more , she can see the truth.
She realises there are better
No! she herself is better.


She has forgiven him.
Understood and then forgiven.
She is now free, it seems
And again will she soar!

A new place , a new start , a newer moment
Morning has come now, to shine
In its full glory
She is, now, without the torment.

SHE. IS.

FROM her MOUTH

i was sitting in the first bench in my circuit theory class !!! ( first bench !!!!! ... I ???) but as usual madam was talking about everything that i didnt know or didnt have the capacity to comprehend. so i did what i do best. i listened to her words. and whenever there was an interesting line, i would start off a paragraph with it in my copy. These lines are in BOLD. it might seem incoherent at first but in time , you will get it ....

Why is this pointless existence
Still have no charm at all?
IS useless even useful when
Broken we lie ,after our fall.

Everyone is fed up with
All the crap in this world
Our environment is full of filth
By effluents from mortal gods

Interpreting what that means
An ardent task ,it seems
I want to have a mind
That has eyes and isn't blind

We sleep while we are awake
Pretention - for our own sake
We aggravate our injury
And reduce ourselves to penury

Sprouting wings and flying away
Is not a feasible thing to do
Cry, and pray we may
But all we are left with , is goo

A slimy , sticky new born lizard
Is better than your scarred face
Fix a date with a wizard
And patch up your broken vase(this para was written while i looked at her !)

A source of light no matter how dim
Still provides every soul a hope
Though far away it might seem
A mighty thing it is , to cope.


gratify me with comments ok ?

Rain girl

When I first laid my eyes on her, it was raining. I was standing on the other side of the road, under a huge umbrella along with other daily commuters who were caught unawares in that flash shower. I saw her. I saw her white t-shirt. It was raining.

Water dripping from her chin. Water dripping from her hair. Water dripping from the umbrella above my head . Water dripping from my hair onto my glasses. My vision getting blurred. She nodding her head. I recall. It was raining.

An empty bus. I rush towards it as soon as I see it. She also rushes.But I do not see her when I run towards the bus. I get on the bus and take a seat. Then again. I see her. And I see her wet white t. I look outside the water drenched windows. It is still raining.

It takes a few more scheduled stops of the bus for her to get a seat. She sits opposite to me. And I stare at her. She isn’t fair or skinny. Yet she is wet and she is beautiful. My sexuality doesn’t get aroused. But my mental faculties are stretched. Have I ever seen something more beautiful than this ? and then I remember the sun rise in Mussourie. Yes ! I say. The bus takes a jerk. I look out the open door and only source of ventilation of the bus. Its still raining.

I follow her big, round and expressive eyes. A thin layer of fat ( or tiredness) lay below them. She looks like a warrior , returning home after sacking a city. So many dead, so much wasted. Yes ! she is tired. I follow her eyes everywhere. A man coughing. The bus conductor’s helper. Bright street lights. Blurry glow signs. An irritating taxi-cab. Me. I keep following those eyes. She turns her head to the left and motions a man to open the windows. Its then that I see that the shower’s intensity has decreased. It was a drizzle now. Its still raining. Technically.

I notice her ring. It’s the same as mine. Ruby stone. Encased in silver. N its not the same. Her is more of an oval shaped thing. Mine is a deformed rectangular cuboid. I start thinking about how we can start off a conversation with the ring. “ hi .. is hat the same ring as mine ? .. yeah !... wow ! hi .. I am raj …… “. Naah. Boring and totally idiotic. I say to myself. It is then that everything happens. HE enters.

HE is lanky and tall. Full shirt with formal trousers .. that’s all that his attire consists of. HE is dry. Must be using a umbrella. HE stands in front. And he blocks my view.

I twist my neck. I roll my eyes. I get into several spine paining postures. I just want to keep looking. The man beside me grunts. Hell ! I don’t care !
Move ! move ! shoos ….
He doesn’t budge. I close my eyes.

The bus jerks again. I open my eyes. HE is sitting. I crane my neck to see her. She gets down. I catch a glimpse of her tee. Its then that I realize.

It has stopped raining.

i have decided that i will sit under a tree and wait . if i deserve crow shit , so be it. but i am no longer going to take the initiative.

this is a poem i wrote in my fluid mechanics class on tuesday . apparently the professor was trying to describe the physical appreciation of vortex flow in a semi- turbulent system. i was not getting anything he was speaking . so i left it on my topper Aveek to understand the things in class , while i started to write this . ok i will shut up now !


U , NOT ME !

I forsake my heart and forsake my soul
I lay my heart open for you
Now i am like a day-light mole
And my chest has a red hue.

My thoughts are aimlessly wandering
Yet all roads lead to you
My pride once was towering
Now shattered it is ; due to you.

Give me my peace back
Pay up your due
I just want my mind
To stop thinking about you.

What do you want from me ?
Do you want me to die ?
Do it all at once ...
Not time after time.

Atleast let me leave in honour
( let me ) run away with things that are mine
Yes ! truly i am a goner
My life , a half-filled glass of wine !

she explicitly said not to call. another candle wicker goes dim and then dies off.