Rains

fantasizing the falling drops
are built countless rhymes
set against a pouring backdrop
the banal romantic mimes
splashes of muddy water
that spoil many a day
stinking, the musty cupboards
wherein the dirty clothes lay
flooded roads with noisy traffic
washing that refuses to dry
illness and losses abound
underneath the cloudy sky
with falling trees and brimming drains
what is so spectacular about the rains?

Parallels

resting on this stout frame
is the world I want to live in
or the world as I want it to be
an afterlife for memories and follies
a turn of favourable events
a profusion of fleeting happiness
a world fuelled by imagination
where I can be whosoever
in whatsoever way
a world that is a retraction
of real failures and foreboding
a world that is parallel
yet perpendicular to the "truth"
a world that is philosophy
rather than physics
sometimes the boundaries do fade
when I wonder which is which
only hoping it stays that way

Afterthoughts

As I stand by the crackling fire

on a starry winter night

the streaks of smoke swim

and cavort around me

rising up incessantly

from the entrails of my being

my apprehensions have,

once again, found me

another year gone by

the road ahead still unclear

a path obscured by fog

another too obvious

the fire burns

the flame stronger than ever

on past it still dwells

of the future oblivious

haunted by the ghosts

of wasted time

I ask myself

was it really "wasted"?

was it the failings

that were numerous

or the success

that I tasted?

burned my hands

by the decisions I made

or was there something else

that I could do?

am I just a bumbler,

an empty vessel

and a mere waddler

whom everyone is used to?

a facade of mirth

veils my weary self

where do I go from here

of that I am unsure

these inquistions fork my existence

I am a shameless optimist

a coward rationalist

and many more, and many more