Why Does That Happen?

Found this short poem while going through my diary from last year.Sharing with you doesn’t hurt any,so here goes!
Why Does That Happen?

From all the time to once a week,
From meetings to emails,
From calls to texts,
Why does that happen?

From so close to secretive,
From acceptance to accusations,
From forgiveness to bitterness,
Why does that happen?

From understanding to confusion,
From laughter to silence,
From sureness to jealousy,
Why does that happen?

From love to indifference,
From caring to convenience,
From best friends to acquaintances,
Why does that happen?

Yet Another Poem!

I have flipped,
I have lingered,
On the pages
Previously fingered.
This time it was different.
Memories filled my head,
Like vivid pictures
From the book I read.
Sitting beneath the old twisted tree,
Gently resting at it’s knee,
I slipped into a trance,
Fell in a heap,
My mind swept away,
I fell asleep.

I was standing alone,
Wind on my face,
Holding a feather
In a distant place.
Sand under my sandles,
Water touching my toes,
The warmth of the sun
As it shined on my nose.
I was watching the skyline,
As waves tossed at my feet,
Waiting for something
Or someone to meet.
Then I let loose the feather,
It got swept out to sea,
Just like my dream
Had taken me.
As I watch it go,
I bend down to touch the sand,
And in the warm earth,
I wrote with my hand,
As waves washed away
What I wrote,
I saw what I thought
Might be a boat.
A glimmer of silver
Where the sky meets the sea,
And in my dreams I knew,
It was you coming for me.

I woke from my dream,
As my heart gave a leap
I called out your name,
As I rose from my sleep,
In my hand was my book,
On my lap was a feather,
It was worn and aged,
By time and weather.
Lost in the pages,
Over time it stayed still,
Where it had been hidden
In the binds of the book,
Lost and forgotten.
Where no one would look,
And there in black ink,
Was scribbled a note.
It said you are gone,
The sea stole your boat.
I will remember you forever,
On the shoreline I stand,
Wishing you were there
To hold my hand.


Today’s post is special in the sense that I did not write it at all!
A friend of mine,and a frequent visitor of this blog is the one who has written this gem.After a long session of sycophancy and sweet-talk she has agreed to “think about” opening a blog at WordPress.That is,if this poem gets good reviews from you all!Read on,ladies and gentlemen;you know where to leave the feedback!


You were like an oil spill,
I was like the sea,
We were close, but did not bond,
You killed the best of me.

Yet if I could relive the past,
Delete, record, re-play,
I know I’d keep the parts with you,
Reliving every day.

I don’t want your pity,
Even though you left me dead.
You said that you loved me,
But you loved yourself instead.

I know you think I’m foolish,
That, I do not understand.
But this fool, will ever dream of love,
Building castles in the sand.


I Need To Fly

Today has been a hard day.Staring out at the evening sky,these lines started playing around on my head.Not that they have any link to my present state of mind,but now that I’ve made a poem out of them I feel better in a way.A sense of calm.A sense of satisfaction too,which comes only when I write..
The first four lines you will notice are the same as the previous poem.Just thought would maintain the continuity,as the subject is roughly the same.

My sky,my sea,
Blue,as blue as can be,
Clouds,give company high above,
As I float the windy sea.

My heart feels like a kite,
It lifts as if to say,
Let me go,I need to fly,
Into my blue sky day.

My heart is soaring,dancing, laughing,
Troubles far away,
Among the clouds bathed in light
Happy just to play.
When it will set,I cannot tell,
There’s just no way to say,
Ever in love with life,
I will chase my blue sky day.

Darling,how could you do this to me!

A friend of mine,a good one at that has been ditched by his ladylove.If you ask me it was about time anyway-they have been together for the last FIVE years!
But,I sympathize with the poor guy,though when I see how hard he’s making this for himself,all sympathies tend to evaporate.

I might sound like a preacher,but thing is,you don’t make your life living hell just because a girl,who doesn’t give one hoot,let alone two,has decided to torment another wretched soul is not done.Just not done.

I will give you a scenario to put things into perspective. It’s a bit ‘improper’,but these are bad times,so bear with me!
A man is walking down the road wearing,let’s say shorts.The shorts suddenly decide to give in to gravity and promptly fall off.
Question is,what would a normal person do?
Hide his face in shame?
Sulk and start weeping?
Jump in front of a running car?
Nah…All he would do is pick up the stupid shorts, wear them,and move on as if nothing’s happened.
That,my friend,is the way to deal with things.Easier said then done,I know,but when something goes wrong,use the negative energy around you and try to make something positive out of it!
Live life,don’t run away from it.

Now, I am beginning to sound like a shrink,so bye!