The Voyager's dream

Once I had a dream....

That you and I like Sinbad the Sailor,

Would go on a voyage around the world for more than 80 days..

We would build a small vessel with our imagination,

Name it the 'Voyager'

Unfurl our flag over the mast and sail beyond the faraway lands.

We would travel to the Valley of Kings,

Get lost in the dark catacombs

Translate hieroglyphics to find our way back

Leave the chasing mummies behind.

We would cross the Cape of Good Hope,

Mount atop Kilimanjaro,

Fight some lions and some mythical beasts

And perhaps discover some Treasure Island.

We would befriend the Ancient Mariner

 Who would guide us beyond the western stars

Survive few storms and doldrums

But never forget to strive and seek our Neverland.

We had thus painted our vessel with vivid fantasy

But had forgotten to weigh the strength of it

Meanwhile doubts ate through it like ravaging termites

Making it too weak and shallow to make a journey.

The anchor lost its way in the tumultuous ocean,

And we hit the Rocky Isles before the sojourn could even begin

All that remained of our dear vessel

Were some shattered pieces of wood lying pathetically around.

So we both took to our separate ways

You left on a jetplane, while I took the road

We never looked back to bid goodbye

You took south, while I took north.

And the scattered dreams -  the only surviving exhibits 

were tucked away in the cobwebbed corner 

of some old, broken, shut down museum.

The Stranger at my place

I stay with a stranger at my place.

Every morning when I wake up,

She also wakes up with me.

When I finish my breakfast, rush into the elevator and press the down button,

She also does the same.

She takes the same bus as me,

Takes the seat just behind me

Even gets down at the same stoppage.

When I reach my office I find her seating in the opposite cubicle to me.

Doing the same work that I do everyday.

Follows me to the canteen for lunch

Is there when I talk with others,

And when the clock says that it's time,

She returns home with me.

She is there when I watch the television,

And also when I eat my rice,

Shuts the bedroom door the same time as me,

She is everywhere I go!!

Yet she speaks not, when I ask her about her name,

Smiles not when I make a joke,

Cries not when I feel pain and it hurts,

Worries not when I don't come home on time.

But somehow I like that she is always around.

When I tell my friends about her,

Everyone laughs and makes fun of me.

They say, my imagination is playing a nasty joke,

That there's no existence of such a person at my place.

When I ask them to visit my place and meet her,

Strangely every time she is never there!

But then as soon as my friends finally take a leave,

She comes back as if from some secret hide-out.

When I get very angry and blame her for making me look like a fool,

She never replies, just keeps on looking at me

Making me wish if I could read those inscrutable eyes,

Maybe then I could know what is going on in her mind.

Thus it continues for every day and night,

Me and my Stranger's lives go on side by side.

And though my doctor believes I've schizophrenia,

I still continue to believe that there is indeed a stranger at my place.

Not another Poetry

No It's not another poetry...it's just some thoughts that came racing into my mind like a sudden gust of wind and as part of my compulsion I'm just penning them down,as they came...so there's a high possibility of the following lines being not so organized.

It's just another ordinary day,

Another listless day going in vain

I sit in my cubicle staring at the machine in front of me

My eyes hooked on to the screen, 

My mind receiving no cognizance.

Suddenly the phone vibrates and wakes me up from my prosaic reverie

I find your number calling me on my phone.

And all the clocks stop ticking!

The world around me becomes oblivion

The only things that remain omnipresent,

Are your name and your number on my phone wall.

False Pretence

Once again poetry time!!! This one I made while returning from work oneday, during the roller coaster ride of our company tempo traveler. If asked about inspiration, then my Facebook friend and a good poet himself, Muzammil Karim's one of the latest poems would be the one. Although the theme is not the same, but nevertheless his poems really do make me think and feel at the same time.

Under false pretence I call you up every time,

As if to know the syllabus or what classes shall we have next week,

But all  I want to do is to listen to your voice when alone or in a crowd and stop the time.

Under false pretence I touch your hand,

As if to admire your latest watch or just to pretend that I can read your hand,

When all I want to do is to wrap my hands in those long warm fingers and never let them go, any time, anywhere.

Under false pretence I try to make you laugh,

By sharing a poor joke, or imitating someone's silly act,

When all I want is to listen to the music the resonates when you laugh and drown myself in that.

Under false pretence I declare my love,

By telling how much I love your sense of style or the poetic bend of your mind,

When all I want to say how much I love every bits and pieces of you,

That loving you makes me love myself,

But don't have the courage to say it out aloud.

My false pretence thus continues, amidst the only truth - my Love.