Solo

One day it will strike you

Full on your face,

Your eventual loneliness.

That is the way of the world.

People leave inevitably

Like whiffs of vapour;

They will bow out,

And leave you on the stage

And the spotlight will widen around you

And you will surrender to the blinding light

And embrace the searing blindness.

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A Positive Spin

You pull words out of a hat

And throw it on people,

Basking in their sad attention.

A magician like no one else,

Twisting words to suit your needs

That is a talent, no tease.

While you do that

I pirouette to the music

Of your slander.

I stretch and twirl,

Turning things around,

Literally and figuratively.

The very definition of optimism,

No doubt, you would agree

With a beatific smile.

Words

They say that

where there is smoke

there is fire.

 

They say that

where there is a will

there’s a way.

But I don’t care

what they say anymore,

It’s not their call,

I have repainted the idioms

and they are drying under the sun-

Words that stare at me

imbued with new meanings.

 

They say, they say,

they say, that’s all they could ever do.

But now I say and I stick by my words.

And my words don’t lie.

A celestial conversation

sun and moon

The sun and the moon
appear on the sky.
Day and night having a tete-a-tete.
They don’t share a cup of coffee,
No waiters in tuxedos linger
with plates of confectionery,
(and) No music is heard playing.

What do they talk about? , I wonder,
Not of salary hikes, soaps and voting, I’m sure.
Maybe of wind currents, rainbows and rain;
But I am uncertain.

But please wait for a minute
while I try to catch the words
that pass between the sun and the moon
Who are deep in conversation
In the wavering shades of the sky.