The confessions of a clueless mind

 In times of peace, when the world appears serene, Old tremors rise within—the unknown and the unseen. They are not strangers, but impressions carved in mind, Samskaras of forgotten acts, across lifetimes entwined. They stir the echoes of an uncomfortable past, One that cannot dwell with the fleeting present’s cast— Like phantoms in the inner field of silent thought, Not foes to battle, but veils to be seen through, not fought. Life offers second chances, but karma does not forget; The ledger of the soul records every deed and debt. New joys cannot erase the shadows etched in being— They follow the subtle self, in waking and in dreaming. These skeletons in the cupboard of consciousness remain, Returning as teachers, disguised in joy and pain. They steal the illusion of a guiltless, untouched future, For the jiva must reap what the doer chose to nurture. Yet beyond the torment, beyond the past’s vast cast, There stands the Witness—unchanging, free, steadfast. When ...

This little poem is inspired by a close friend who is currently trying to shake off some old debris, and looking to settle down at last. If he ever reads this, I am sure he'll know it was for him. The Casanova He walks with a swagger, and smiles with a pout, He wants you to know what it’s really all about, He shows you all his messages, and makes you read his mails, He tries to talk in riddles, but gives away his trails. He calls you at odd times, and begs you to help arrest the damage, When the women in his life, start to suggest marriage, All he wants to do, is have a little fun, But before he even knows it, his life is on the run. The girls have got his number, they’ve wisened up to his game, He knows his time is over, that things won’t ever be the same, He’s looking for your help, to get rid of the grime, Trying to absolve himself, although guilty of the crime. He wants to start afresh now, and find the perfect wife, He is counting on the family, to help resurrect his life, A ...

The Sun was bright, and the sands were warm, The beach was just as resplendent, in its beauty and charm, People on morning walks were in their lazy gaiety, Admiring the vast ocean, majestic and mighty, Fishermen were on their daily chores, Rowing their boats far away from the shores, An unusual calm in the morning sea, what a quiet day it seemed, Couldnt be any closer, to the perfect day that they had dreamed. Until the sea took offence, and banded an army of evil tides, Set them on human trails, to push them on their final rides, In a secret vendetta against the human race, The ocean showed its ugly face, Washing away thousands of innocent lives, causing incurable pain, And yet be unapologetic in its splendour, threatening to revolt again, The evil collusion of the monsters inside the earth and sea, Spewing venom at life, through a huge ravaging tsunami. A lesson for the humankind, through bodies that were never found, When nature takes an ugly turn, civilizations...

In periods of peace, when everything seems mundane, My trepidations loom large, thoughts I cannot contain; These that disturb my calm, have long been my friends, Burdening my mind with guilt, but never giving me a chance to make amends; Breathing life into an uncomfortable past, One that cannot coexist with a beautiful present, Like creatures with ugly heads, that threaten to enter my heaven, Those that should not be fought, but should only be buried, Thoughts that never leave me, fears that keep me worried. Life gives a second chance, but past does not; New memories will never condemn the old ghosts to rot; Those skeletons in the cupboard cannot be put away, For they will certainly return to haunt another day, Robs every chance of a guiltless future, Kills with insufferable torment, Dashing every small joy, those ugly creatures that never relent; Till the day when there is no beautiful present, consumed by an everlasting past, The day when life gives way, and delive...

Recounting incidents of the past few days, i sit down to ponder, I try real hard, but i cant think of anything that i did to get you sombre, Where is the whiff of fresh air, has the ray of bright sunshine diffused? Where are those peals of laughter, replaced by the silence of the confused. Recounting incidents of the past few days, the sudden chill in the summer air, What did it take to break apart, the fortitude of the perfect pair? Without a word, without a sigh, you walked away, please tell me why, Broke my heart, left to cry, was this all just a lie? Recounting incidents of the last few days, i shudder at the thought, The day you walk out of my life, leaving me in despair and distraught, Forever holding hard on to every single magical moment spent with you, Till my final deliverance from the depths of agony, onto a life anew. *This is not a personal experience. Just a personal expression.