Centring

I heard the tune
Again..
And rushing back
All the moments came

Thread that was broken
Sometime ago
Became a stream
And started to flow

Was lost in the wilderness
of this world
Suddenly I stared at
Me

No joy, no sense of loss
recognition of self
Is all I've got

I became me
How simple it can be
I just realized
I am eternity

© Ratish

Words

The words that I put together
Are not deep and meaningful
But dry and incoherent

They lack logic, rhyme & reason
Strongly biased by who I am
And totally oblivious of others

Yet I can defend it, if needed
With rhetoric & hyperbole
Against one and all

With you however I don't need them
But to be playful
At times

Do not care for my words
They are useless
If possible be comfortable with my silence


© Ratish

Color of sky

I saw through my minds eyes
The thousand colors of blue sky
The lights, shades and frothing mist
I knew I understood the gist

Then I watched my mind do tricks
Revealing the patters of my prejudice
Moments ago - of things I was sure
Were fools belief - no less, no more

Now I don't have any fixed view
The sky may be grey, black or blue
Or it may be of no particular color
Changing with time, place and weather

© Ratish

Poem - Part We Must

Days that are most hard to go by -
are the ones in which you have to say goodbye
to someone who is close to your heart
of your life who has been a part

Memories of time spent together are fresh
- as if it happened just today
But fate has brought us to a crossroad
From where we have to part our ways

Go my friend with a smile on your face
May success kiss your feet
Remember us all who are left back here
Until the day again we meet

© Ratish

Poem -Souveniers

Time has come for us to part
There is smile on my face, tears in my heart
Here are a few souvenirs to remember me by
I give you the stars, I give you the sky

Stars don't shine or show the way
They twinkle constantly from far away
What is sky but a vague concept
- It turns blue as it gains some depth

You won't have to search too hard
I'll be in flowers, I'll be in cards
I'll be the journey you undertake
I'll be in your inadvertent mistakes

Remember me in clown; in an innocent child
In foolish talks and schemes gone wild
Remember me in carelessness and arrogance
In songs, in music and in dance

These presents are of no significance
for those who don't value trivial things
A dreamer has but his dreams in hand
to give, to share and to expand

The final judgment is for you to take
to keep these wares or to forsake
Rest assured you'll always be there
in my dreams, memories and in my prayers




© Ratish