Crossroads

To my Brother.....




Confusion, within
Never-ending.. Commotion of thoughts...
Standing at Crossroads, A point where a choice must be made
One wrong direction and future will fade
What should I do? where should I go?
What is right? and What is wrong?
I am on my own, no one to hold on...


Until now, I was not allowed to take decisions on my own
And suddenly, I am left alone because, You think I have grown
You stopped spoon feeding me, without giving me a clue
You know, it’s scary, standing alone at crossroads, without knowing what to do…
I looked at you for help, but you were already gone
I am on my own, no one to hold on...


I really don’t know, what kind of games life plays
I am still amateur to infer life’s uncanny ways
I am not a coward, not running away
I don’t want you to do my work, but please be my guide, and lead the way
If you turn back on me, I have no where to go, no one to look upon
I will be on my own, no one to hold on...


What if I have grown up, got wings to fly
I will always need you, even if I reach the sky
I need your word of advice now and evermore
It will give strength to my wings whenever I soar
I don’t want to be on my own, I want to hold on
Being there for each other, that’s what I want from hereon…..

lonesome Rain

Dedicated to all lonely hearts.....


With the nightfall, the rain came down
I left my base… with dissonance and frown..
I walked few blocks in the rain ….uninterested and ignoring
It was dark, I was drenched and it was pouring……


I was wondering…. about now and then
Walking in the lonesome rain…
The same splatter once made me glad
At the moment, it is black and mad
The driblets of water are whipping me endlessly
At one time it used to smooth out, my stress so effortlessly
Once the rain was magnificent and alive
And today it is cruel and difficult to survive.
I felt, the approaching destruction….As the monsoon was roaring…
It was dark, I was drenched and it was pouring……


Earlier rain was fun,
I never missed warmth of the sun…
I used to go out, for long walks in the woods
I used to sit and stare, naughty waves and their funny moods
I used to paint assorted shades of sky
I used to feel revived and wanted to fly….
And now, rain makes me gloomy and I brood
I stay home and close my windows …. So it won’t intrude…
Sky roars most of the day
And transmits Storms, floods and dismay
Suddenly I was numb…and for me rain was boring
It was dark, I was drenched and it was pouring……


And then….
I saw…. A girl frolicking in the rain
She was as happy as rain, and without single drop of pain
Instantly, I realized…. Rain was not lonely
It was I who was Lonely, unhappy and left out...