The lone walker

He said
what he wanted most
was to see
what the world
looked like
as he stood on
the mountain high
against the howling wind.
He said he wanted all.
He wanted more.
But many a times
on his lonely climb
he found himself thinking
of the dust settling in
like an unwelcome tenant
and the gentle wind knocking
on his now locked door.

The lone walker

He said
what he wanted most
was to see
what the world
looked like
as he stood on
the mountain high
against the howling wind.
He said he wanted all.
He wanted more.
But many a times
on his lonely climb
he found himself thinking
of the dust settling in
like an unwelcome tenant
and the gentle wind knocking
on his now locked door.

The Shoppers

It was crowded.
And there were 

thermocol snowflakes
hanging from

the domed ceiling.
There were 

glass windows,

mannequins, 

ice cream cups,

coffee smells, 

paper bags,

reindeers, 

ringing bells,

polished floors 

and bright lights

like stars captured 

and shut away 

in chandelier prisons.

And there were people.
Some gloating exhibits.

Others gaping onlookers.

They were holding hands 

with their own mirror selves

and leading them on
through a magical mystical 

material mist.

And as they tried on
their self worth
in mood-lit trial rooms

they looked optimistic

and a manic gleam
shone in their eyes.

Like stars captured

and shut away

in ribbon tied

gift wrapped prisons.
More things could make
things better they felt.

I too turned over a tag

and thought to myself.

Oh look!
They are giving away

happiness at a discount.

And frankly,
at that moment,

it seemed affordable. 

The Shoppers

It was crowded.
And there were 

thermocol snowflakes
hanging from

the domed ceiling.
There were 

glass windows,

mannequins, 

ice cream cups,

coffee smells, 

paper bags,

reindeers, 

ringing bells,

polished floors 

and bright lights

like stars captured 

and shut away 

in chandelier prisons.

And there were people.
Some gloating exhibits.

Others gaping onlookers.

They were holding hands 

with their own mirror selves

and leading them on
through a magical mystical 

material mist.

And as they tried on
their self worth
in mood-lit trial rooms

they looked optimistic

and a manic gleam
shone in their eyes.

Like stars captured

and shut away

in ribbon tied

gift wrapped prisons.
More things could make
things better they felt.

I too turned over a tag

and thought to myself.

Oh look!
They are giving away

happiness at a discount.

And frankly,
at that moment,

it seemed affordable. 

Untitled

They say, a strong mind
knows no yesterday.
It sees only tomorrow.
For bygones are bygones,
not the midwives of
weak, helpless sorrow.
It lives not survives,
they say, in the
secure knowledge
of its own strength.
No shadows on it
by cruel words are cast.
No scars remain,
no wounds last
And they say too,
that a strong mind
dwells not on
the follies, the losses,
the unfinished endings
of the forgettable past.
They say it moves forward.
Plays the part.
And they say a strong mind,
it turns around and calmly,
very calmly says - Be quiet
to the damned heart.