My Silhouette

"When I remain just as a silhouette of the past,
Shed no tears, do not grieve;
If you look for me intently,
I'll still be there, if only you believe.

Look for me in the fluttering pages
of the book of poems i wrote,
Trace your fingers through those lines
My thought, those lines emote...

Look for me in the fragrant pages
of the books that adorn my shelf,
You'll know what my life was like;
Those stories made me myself.

Look intently at the half-filled inkpot
That penned my plaudits and strictures 
The deep blue of the bottled up emotion...
My ink stained finger it pictures!

See the shades that once coloured my canvas
You'll find my moods in the variation of the hue
Those strokes of pencil, the stained palette
Will speak of the same me you once knew

Run your finger through the strings
of the instrument that I once played
The chords are entwined with the song
of my entangled thoughts that strayed

The warm summers foreshadowing autumns
The frozen winters and the lashing rain
All of them would tell you my story
of how I braved every storm and smiled in pain

The mountains will echo my feelings to you
The bark of trees would show you my carved heart
You'll find my remnants in the crashing waves
The stars will remind you, we've never been apart."

New Year's Eve

"Chilly winter night fades into oblivion

Every merry making - an unwanted alluvion

True feelings take a sudden dip

A wry smile hangs on every lip

People hardly notice, nobody cares!

Except for the scarred soul that the heart bares.

Clinking glasses, a few handshakes,

Tapping stilettos - conversation the heart makes

With no one to watch over, time ticks by,

And thus they bid the year goodbye

Stumbling, fumbling they make for home

Some stay back on the streets they roam.

Early next morning they wake up in bed

To see the sun paint the sky a warm glowing red

The brand new year, with care they weave

To be enjoyed until another new year's eve..."