Tag: Blues

Is this a nightmare?

Is this a nightmare?

The life I am living
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my heart also hears
my pleas

I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
by my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny

My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love

© Manoj Khatri

Is our suffering holy?

Is our suffering holy?

I
This silence between us
tears me apart slowly
“Staying away” from you
is killing me wholly

I know our love is sacred
and our feelings are holy
Then why do you suffer?
And why do I feel so lowly?

II
I miss you every moment
and each is never-ending
Though all seems normal
we know we’re pretending

I can hear a gloomy sound
Is it your heart that’s rending
as it craves my sacred love,
while you refuse comprehending?

© Manoj Khatri

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Solitary beauty

Solitary beauty

Solitary beauty

A solitary tree
……….romancing a solitary cloud
………………………………………..in the desert
………………………………………..The dry, hot wind
……….is blowing encouraging
them to flirt

As long as
……….they are prepared to brave
………………………………………..the pain and the hurt
………………………………………..The two lovers
……….can rejoice in the sandstorm’s
musical concert

My incorrigible heart

My incorrigible heart

Sunset at Powai

It’s dusk, that miraculous time of the day
The sun has set on the other side of the bay
Children are shouting, laughing as they play
Birds are hurrying off to where they stay
Pious individuals are bowing down to pray
Labourers seem happy to receive their pay
The Sky looks like a pink rose bouquet
As if His creation, He has chosen to display
If all is so beautiful, why does it seem grey?

Can someone explain to me the reason why?
Is it because beauty is in the beholder’s eye?
What if the eyes are soggy and not dry?
Does it mean everything that’s seen is a lie?
Do the eyes then simply deceive and defy?
Showing a caterpillar, when it’s a butterfly?

When I asked someone who’s wise and smart
He said, it‘s not the fault of eyes, but of the heart,
which beats irregularly when it’s been torn apart
Behaving like a computer that needs a restart
Distorting images to look like a weather chart

So next time, I see grey at sunset or sunrise
I guess it won’t be such a big surprise
That my heart is the culprit, and not my eyes
It is my incorrigible, stubborn heart that denies
The gifts God sends me through the skies

~© Manoj Khatri~

Beyond here

Beyond here

Am I afraid of death?
No, I am not
In fact I am eager
for it
to take me away
To the unknown
From where I came
I am eager to cross over
To the other side
Which is my own
Where physical boundaries
Don’t limit me
Where I can love
And be loved
Endlessly
Where no one says
Till death do us part
Because we never part
Where love is not contrived
No meanings are derived
No, I am not afraid of dying
Death is a friend
It will take me
to where I belong
Where no fear exists
Where
I can lie all day long
in the lap of my beloved
And dream without fears
and tears
I don’t fear death
In fact
I fear life
Yes, I am afraid of living
alone, without loving

~© Manoj Khatri~

The First Shower

The First Shower

A million water droplets start falling all around
At once accompanied by a thundering sound

An exotic, musky fragrance rises from the soil
Bringing back memories of sadness and turmoil

Like a fleeting revelation a bolt of lightning strikes
Releasing my emotions, and hurting like spikes

Then walking in the rain I find it easy to deceive
Rain camouflages tears, and it’s so easy to believe

Then, just as clouds had gathered without warning
They disappear, to let the sun shine in the morning

The first shower, though brief, leaves its impression
It is a wonder that revives many a deceased vision

~© Manoj Khatri~

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Nirvana

Nirvana

Travelling in time,
Can I step into a parallel universe?
Drifting in space,
Can I escape this life of a curse?

Delving deeper,
Can I decode what is THE plan?
Probing further,
Can I measure the distance to span?

Leaving this plane,
Can I fly into the endless sky?
Shunting this soil,
Can I gain the view of a bird’s eye?

Releasing all,
Can I end this existential course?
Liberating me,
Can I unite with the ultimate source?

~© Manoj Khatri~

Silent conversation

Silent conversation

Silence surrounds me
Emptiness around me
Where am I going?
What am I doing?

Now I am pensive
Now reflective
What am I thinking?
Why am I blinking?

Neither happy nor sad
Neither good nor bad
What am I feeling?
What am I concealing?

Sleep is now my foe
And breathing also
Why am I restless?
Why so lifeless?

Loving unconditionally
But living aimlessly
Why am I loving?
Why am I living?

~© Manoj Khatri~

Love is…or is it?

Love is…or is it?

Love is courage
Or is it the source of fears?
Love is happiness
Or is it the cause of tears?

Love is hope
Or is it a spell of despair?
Love is forever
Or is it a momentary affair?

Love is pleasure
Or is it the reason for pain?
Love is sunshine
Or is it a season of rain?

Love is glory
Or is it something austere?
Love is dreams
Or is it a lingering nightmare?

Love is heaven
Or is it the pathway to hell?
Love is treasure
Or is it a commodity we sell?

Can anyone pray tell?

~© Manoj Khatri~

Trapped

Trapped

Trapped inside my body
My heart wants to cry

Trapped inside my eyes
My tears have turned dry

Trapped inside my mind
My emotions helplessly lie

Trapped inside my ego
My soul yearns to fly

Trapped inside me
I wish I’d simply die

~© Manoj Khatri~