By Dushyant Singh Sisodia
Keen steps took in darkness and grey,
Braced that aged with nothing for faith.
Privy by World and all nasty affairs were gay,
Hawse all empty and anchors were none say,
Depth in gloom and dismay mistook as wraith.
Only Naive of me but really a ray in my misery and dismay.
For what its worth I never prayed yet you did all which I could never weigh.
Rather was loved and cared in all ways,
Caulk every now and then when left in pieces by they.
Endowed with world at my feet yet were I none to be swayed,
Myths were once all lies though now it all conveys.
And May see everything what you may,
All of you and none of the contemporary weighs.
Often I hear laughs of yours though,
I know I hear all what you say.
Seeing me slipping on few patches on some days,
‘he’s crazy for fa’lling in same traps though,
Not sure should we be smiling or trying him for his faults so,
Maybe help out this crazy out once for last, No?!’
Only to end up in same Dilemma for thy fool again,
And only to be smiling, giggling and helping this crazy out in pain.
‘Son! Grow up’ but once I do you won't laugh no?!
Won't I hear your laughs and chuckles in rain,
Hardships and traps may carry serious pain, maybe a little too insane
moment no none ain't gonna grow up in vain.
Till you promise you will laugh on self inflicted traps and pain,
Not perfect am I. Why you love me the way,I often say.
Must be lucky to have you see me more than someone who prays,
Hate and jealousy springs for when you see another kid.
Fa’lling and hurting on purpose just for your gaze,
Naive of you too for fa’lling in for those traps of thy kid.
Comforting me when hurt in motherly pain,
Maybe a little I am but swear all worth the pain.
True will be the pain when my traps will fail,
You won't fall one day for my stupid games.
But maybe you'll smile at me as always,
And maybe a shorter one on every trail.
But atleast my existence will be longer than usual in your eyes,
No words…. I've stayed longer than usual in your mind.
Call me once or twice or maybe a gazillion times,
As a dandelion, I’ll flutter everytime when hit by your sigh.
Searched for love and companionship all my life,
Begging you to show someone who I call mine.
Only to realise that had the world in my faith.
It was you isn’t it, cry I did not till tears were no more,
Only to cried till you couldn't see me cry no more.
With the world’ly affair all on your mind may,
Yet being there for my nasty affairs oh lucky they say.
Eight of Hells I saw through without pain,
I smile every time I live through eight without losing my sane.
Broken were hopes and fused were all lights only to see its about to sunrise.
But if it’s possible for a sunrise or is my watch telling me lies.
I guess you did save me like once you did Mr. Mentee,
I wish I could introduce him to Senti,
oh wait! You walked him too from the stage of Senti.
Closer I got to Any…. more I lost sane,
Lost and pain in the maze of material plane.
Loved only to realise it all falls apart one day,
Matters none what you put in savings till thy Day.
Once all is gone and have no one,
Only then you realise what you gave to be in this pain.
What's the eternal constant gotta do with this feeling of disdain,
Only You who chose to love and yet you have nothing but complain.
A light, A guide or A keeper there sure is one,
Only he reaches you out when all is lost and you are left with none.
I wonder if I were ever so pure to help out one,
Guess not so much or maybe close to somewhat none.
Cookies to kids, holding on to hands for elderly,
It weren’t mine, Oh I’m sure it was mine barely.
May I wish to see you with my conscious mind,
But looks like someone is more eager to see me in real while.
Let this be our secret, maybe someone will remonstrate by their voice,
“He favours his little favourite, Who prays close to somewhat NONE”.
By Dushyant Singh Sisodia
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