My inner world

As I sit, the despondent me

The treasury unlocks of
introspective me.

 

But, people are locked in mutual
communion

With overpowering clouds of rainy
the season

 

The tingling sensation of drops
speak

so, change your glasses, today at
least.

 

How I feel to lay on grass

And watch the sun, moon and stars

Let me forget my haunting past

as my soul purges painful all scars

 

I wish a new me come to life

As light as tinkling stars.

Let the voice of peacocks chime

Like anklets of dancers singing in
rhyme.

 

In the rattle race of achievement

I look up to you for satisfaction

But, all I find is hollowness

Emptiness and only emptiness

You approach me for something

and in turn I approach you to get nothing.

This race knows no bate.

Shut the umbrella, if this is the
rate.

What is the purpose of my search?

if I find none to seek comfort?

 

As I close and open my eyes

A shiver is felt when touching
ice.

I peek through the translucent glass,

To hear nescience and crass.

 

Two people fight in rage,

Who is right? Who is wrong?

Let the judge decide

for him, it is ‘keep right-wrong
aside’.

 

Buy 1 get 1 free, the board
reads,

But, here I give, nothing is free.

 

Too much rain can buy a cold.

Let me seek shelter so.

Can I accept your protection sir?

Sorry, no room of communion poor.

 

With my head downcast low

I watch the slippery tiles on floor

A surge of emotion passes through

I see my reflection showing
through

 

With my head raised high

A multiplex tower stands shy

Can I drink coffee please?

Ya sure, he says

but first ‘a few cents please’.

A rain drop falls tip…

It is tastier than coffee dip.