Reflection

I am searching for a sinner

A sin he committed was to cheat his soul.

I need to punish him,

To give the dignity to self esteem, that it deserves.

The binocular of soul,

Captures your smallest sin.

The best scope you have

Is to surrender for reprieve.

A fool runs away from his soul's eyes,

Never reaches boundary till he dies.

He was confused, he was on the run,

A necessity to survive, sufficiency to find.

Commitment lacked in his will

To scale the mountains of the consummation.

Drained his respect for self into the gut,

He committed a sin.

The path of evil, crossed his run,

He double crossed his soul, to get the gun.

Shot himself but his body,

Shot at binocular, being nobody.

Bagful of sins, he is trying to hide,

Lost his pride to an egoist tide.

Searching was I for this person.

Rags were all he was left with,

Trying to escape form the eyes of his soul.

Falling apart with his sins

And running around with those bins.

I finally found him dead in a mirror,

He was nobody but my reflection.

Memories

Yet another day of wonderful thoughts,

Yet another night of sweet dreams,

Time just ticks away and we won’t know,

The catching up game we play,

Amidst the hysteresis of memories.


Time has no beginning and there can be no end,

We found time to be looping,

But it actually runs helical.

Time cannot have memory but creates some.

The lack of experience, the want to learn,

The dreams of future and books to burn.

Kicked the tensions aside and then we played,

The sun or the rains, we never cared.

Innocence was our character,

Friendship, we’d never give up.

Imagination had no limits,

Be it pranks or ranks.

Smile was a gift god gave us,

Our job was to spread.

We retired from the job,
And found ourselves wanting,
Out of the school and want of bread.


The joy we shared, the pranks we played,

To forgive, parents and teachers were always there.

Mistakes we did and we did learn,

The lessons of life and out on the run.

Innocence had its time reversed,

We grew up and it went down.

We made friends, went places,

The joy of adolescence was a different trial.

Initially, we were keen

Then, Different in teen,

And now, something to mean.

Time changed us, as always it’s been.

Cherish the moments, cos that’s all we have,

Remember the memories, cos that’s what we can.

The moments we gathered from our time,

We cannot go back there,

Save them in the memories,

And play them on the mind’s screen,

At the end of the day.