The Supper Plate...

Supper on the plate,
Mouth watering,
I waited.

The first ever time,
I felt glad,
My eyes twinkled,
Even in its dead.
Anticipation, fruitful.

The bowl of common rice,
With some curry plain,
Accompaniments few,
No desserts, to add topping,
To life's dull parade.

Yet, I sat down,
Waiting, waiting.
And then finally,
My face did light up-

The man had left, paying for his meal,
And my eyes could only see- leftovers, calling me over.

Just to meet again...

I did miss you, terribly so,
Even when you stood near me,
Long before our hourglass fell empty,
And as ever, when our gazes strayed,
In sheer depth of a sadness, unfathomable.

As I held you in my eyes,
The very final image,
Before your silhouette faded away,
I felt you tremble, slight,
In my gaze...

The longing and the pain,
The picture of you,
Silent, speechless,
Hunting for words,
To bid adieu-
I held it, in my eyes.

Afraid to let you out of sight,
I tried hard, not to blink,
Not a drop of tear, fell.
I walked away,
Not turning back...

Your picture set, in my eyes,
Vision clear, spotless images stark.
And I walked on, my lonely stroll,
Once again, the inevitable- parting ways,
Just to meet again.

To meet again, in all love,
To miss the oneness, ours,
To redeem our faith, our love,
To reawaken ourselves in each other.
Parting ways, to prove us true-

Our paths may differ,
But we culminate,
In each other,
Ever!

The She In Me...

Sometimes its easy, to pretend,
To be- that she or he.
Amidst a crowd of unknown faces,
Behind a mask, so well fitted,
I turn to be she, in all charms.

Her smile could feel special, to the oblivious,
Her laughter enigmatic, amidst suppressed tears.
Full of zeal, she can make heads turn, ever so,
And warm the many souls- all it takes is a mask.
The gentle ease, in her demeanor, sheer projections,
It could win a lot of hearts, in every possible note.
Some things in life are worthy, of all the acts,
And some are like black gold, dug from the very deep,
Waiting to be polished, hidden glory unearthed,
Hoping for the embers to glow, astral.

Sometimes its easy, to say,
I don't give a toss.
When all you know is, you care a deal,
And a big deal, at it,
No matter how much you try otherwise.

Her aloofness could be self restraint, so hard,
Has it ever occurred to you, I wonder? Possibly not.
The many emotions, hidden beneath her flimsy veil,
Eyes awake, in dead fear,of her pretenses pried open.
It gets so easy to smile, and laugh, fake displays,
And then someday, it sinks in, a feeling of detachment.
A million questions of one's own existence,
And its then, you question your own integrity.
She could find herself, a masquerade, even to herself,
A stranger in the mirror, and then, she ceases to exist.

Sometimes its easy, to let go,
To leave things the way they are.
Being non judgmental about your true self,
And living it off, dropping the masks,
Maybe then, you'd find, the mirror shatter, right before you!