somewhat haphazard, randomly
a lot of things were meant to be
but when i stop and reflect
on the things that did take effect
i wonder how they also could not have been...
in this mysterious life i have seen
so many things happen everyday
to so many people, in many a way
with hopes of colours splashed across
black and white dreams of loss
and they dream so many random dreams
of shared laughter or lone screams
dreams of such varied thirst...
but why do the dream-bubbles always burst!

what's it to me!
from morning till night
i remain engrossed in my own plight
and i might
be near everyone or far
but please do remember,
in my mind, i write my poems alone..
in a secret garden i own
the sowing goes on single-handedly...

in this secret garden of mine
who would know how many a vine
and how many exquisite plants are sown!
and who knows how many flowers are grown
and how many insects visit each day!
who keeps a track of that anyway
except for me?
like other people's misery
hardly ever rattles me,
no one else is there to see
if a rare breed of flower
with unusual inherent power
and with immense possibility
of the very impossibility
blooms and smiles unceremoniously
and then suddenly falls apart
from my secret garden's heart...

in the path of everyday life
in all the non-stop eternal strife
a lot of things were meant to be
but a lot of things did happen, u see..
a part of it is so very right
but then the rest is a blurry sight.
not sure which one was good or bad
if i'm still sane or have i gone mad?
and all these clouded confusion
increase the imbalance of equation
of every page of my balance-sheet
where all my hopes and reality meet

this is how my life in mess
goes on, i find myself helpless
with all it's mundane maladies...
i forget familiar melodies
with chains and shackles around my heart
i forget how to recharge, restart
don't know when i ceased wanting more
with the spontaneity like before
and stopped singing any songs in tune
and now my heart has gone immune
to calls of anyone near or far
because i know how an old scar
gets more and more burnt in fire
in the shadow of a new desire...