Silly - Know it all - Pushy guy

"I know and you need to know what I know
Be careful - you need the care that I own
It's in my head, the agony of freedom
You are so free in chains, partake in my joy
I take it seriously, even if autopilot my job
My life a throbbing joke - don't laugh, I have issues
I am not sorted - so, I bubble sort you
I did it all and you ought to do it my way - the only way
I have time and yours is also mine"

Pleasing - your sight, moony night

What’s in that sight? World grows pleasing
Eyes expecting never – find new hope
Looks longing lost get solace, love
Stares silent startled absorb all of you
Faces curious cracks observe all your shades

What’s in that sight? World grows pleasing
Workmen tired needy – relax in their pain
Perfects nitpick, mutely – awed by your scars
Claiming you, your tantrums, romantics are held in sway
Lonely, unengaged lives – your company soothing, lulling

What’s in that sight? World grows pleasing
Sick sulking in the dust glow hale and hearty
Rich drunk in rituals come down soon to ground
Souls lost in transit return to high spirits
Men bent on one view accept every idea

What’s in that sight? World grows pleasing
Peace around you or calm inside you
Is it the twinkling smiles around you
Limitless dark. Is it? Behind you, your back?
Your kin waiting, wondering – Please speak, sing!

Old man's smile

A life lived and times spent
Moments borrowed and moments lent
Paths laid and roads ignored
All in the smile hiding those wrinkles

Words uttered and those held back
Views reinforced and ideas discarded
Chills withstood and shocks passed
All in the smile teasing that silence

Values made own and lessons taught
Areas tested and places visited
Knowing it all and leaving it all
All in the smile spreading the joy

Long live - struggle

A demand that does not press is a flower that does not bloom
Free time that is not coveted is a time that is not free
Journey that does not turn is a twist very expected
A man that is not occupied is a life that has no life
A heart that is restful is a throb without music
A stare that is still is a look without a face
Pain that wakes, chain that binds is a breath that gets a life

That Sun rise

Is that you I expect to see
Promising to warm and struggling to arrive
That hearty glow I want to feel
Hiding from me or clouded by my fears
Is that your support I need right now
Scars on the face marking your courage
That winning bout I hope it is
Change in your colour waking my fellows
And now that you are here and I am up to it
It is not you I expect to stay back

This place

How different my world to yours, yet we cross paths
How noisy your talk, yet a silent blip in my ether
Such tinsel around you, yet shaded full my view
We had to meet. So, i know and so you know
Span of our lives is more than one world
Tang in our days, flavors multitude
We had to speak and together its a song. So, everyone knows
The result of our thinking - gift to mankind
Chiselling at the frontiers -new world for all

Backyard - abandoned house

What about it?

So, it was spoken and never heard

But survives as echo soothing my soul

Unknown the meaning of it all - but still felt

So, it is there and no one knows

But it shines in dark, showing the way

Unknown the source of light - but still felt

So, it moves and nothing cares

But it stays near, wrapping allover

Unknown the love of its cuddle - but still felt

Unknown it sleeps and unknown the dreams

Wakes up unknown and newness every breath

The life unknown, unnoticed the pit-a-pat

Sings unheard its own song in the chirps of sparrow

Unkempt and spread, keeping its own way

The life unknown, unlooked-for the sprouts

Lives on its own in its own way

It's the doing, the done and the future

It is what it is, untied the design and the chance

It is

Touched by elements, I am the elements

Sung by the time, I am the song

Glow of the day, I am sunshine

Hidden from dark, I am the night

Without you, I am all this and more

With you- I am you and that is all I am

Question Man

Questions so many and answers none
You owned them and now its common property
Older you are - newer I am - timeless these questions
Hope -you had. Wish -I have. Misfit - this world
OK, you tried. your blood boils- cool down
We will try perhaps to close it all
And make a move, set a sail - until we discover
That air where questions are met with answers

Sir

The glitter in your eyes piercing my queries

Making vanish my concerns of a lifetime

The welcome poise measuring my conduct

Knocking that impatience fluttering on my head

The acceptance in your presence calming my worries

And then teasing me with my past, present and future

The joy on your face sharing all your deeds

Inciting me to make the move, break the routine

Hope?

New day and an old habit
Air sealed, water sealed in me
Sealed I am in the roll of eons
Yet, Unchained by the dawn
Only to be occupied. Again and again

Chill in the air and an old mood
Times bygone, places lost somewhere
Lost I am in the rolled out events
Yet, liberated by the recalls
Only to be occupied. Again and again

Rush on the roads and an old route
Bylanes waking up, smells maturing
Caught I am between past and future
Yet, moved by the breeze
Only to be occupied. Again and again

One

So, what am I if not a riddle?

What of you if not a problem

And all of us, unknown, unsolved drifters

All under the cloud, yet one Sun to pierce it all

What do I seek that you don’t need

What do you solve that is only yours?

All of us, poking the same, sliding the same time

All under the surge, yet one wave to roll us to land

Billions of us, of same make, similar expiry

Alike our Battles and alike, the ink in our diary

Small our span, smaller still our stride

All under the spell, yet one view to fix it all

Muse?

Today, as I mull over my muses

Think about what to do

The things I want to do and things I don’t want to do

The difference between them is on the shrink

The burden of things that I have to do

The easiness of things that I can ignore

The loiter in the memory lane, also a bore

None of these linger in my angle of view