The 'Breaking News'
is all we know.
Cannot comprehend
the water drop
that was born
under the lamp post
when it had no company
but the dogs
and liquor.
The water drop
that was born
near the window seat
behind those expensive shades
which always saw
the dusk.
The water drop
that was born
on the pillow
that had pills underneath
and absorbed
all it can.
The years of survival
are ascending
yet
the years of life
are descending.
The tic toc needles
pierce deep
when we turn our heads
to the sides.
The 'Breaking News'
is all we know.
Nothing less.
Nothing beyond.

The canvas was blank
before it saw you.
It saw you
and your pencil
that carved me.
I remember
how dense were my locks
how deep were my eyes
how delicate were my hands.
I remember
you completed me
with a dot
on my forehead
and I remember
I was
more handsome than ever.
You called me
your treasured possession.
With you beside me
I was adored
with the lovliest of diction.
Now I wonder why
your treasured possession
is left all to itself
since
you have started
your strange voyage.
Your strange voyage
that began
without a promise
of return.
And since,
they have doodled
and scribbled
and sketched
over
your treasured possession.
The eyes are now shallow
and the hands
coarse and hairy
and the locks
thin and flimsy.
I never knew
the marvel in me
was you beside me.
And your absence
has reduced me to nothing
but a plaything
for the world.

My scribblings on the paper,
what sense do they make?
Perhaps
the lady talking in the room
near the board
is making more sense.
I am expected to listen
and retain
and respond
and not scribble
as my scribblings on the paper
what sense do they make?
Perhaps
I am the only one
in some other world
or do I have a company?
Someone
who has missed the train
or caught another one
to explore
some other world.

An ordinary ring it was,
yet shiny.
The moment l saw,
l fell for it.
It wasnt a ring bought from the jeweller
My parents didnt bring it
nor did my friends
nor relatives
nor cousins,
l just found it
accidentally.
And since then
it was always with me.
The ones made up of diamonds
and gold
could not tempt me
because it was
indispensible.
But that day
it danced up and down
on my finger,
impatient
to be set free.
The succeeding night
it quietly slipped
during my dormancy
probably into some other
befitting hand.
With the break of dawn
I ransacked the place
but in vain.
My fingers were bare
and so was my heart.
Some brought me another one
The one made up of diamonds
and gold.
Its embrace was elegant
that made me look radiant.
But then
a week later,
l found the old one
in the porch
Less shiny than the one holding me
yet seemed
indispensible.
I strived to pull out the new one
but it was
immovable.
It took me hours
to finally succeed
But even my bare fingers
were red
and affected
restricting accessorisation.
So my ring was taken away.
And if believed the hearsay
it was washed and polished
making it
shiny again
The moment she saw it
she fell for it
and since then
its always with her.