Kaleidoscope 

With my head resting against my chest, 

You resting on the table, 

I bend myself over you, 

To get the glimpse of your far end,

Multiple patterns of 

Varying sizes and shapes, 

Of cliffs and plateaus, 

With steep precipices, 

The place where a depressed soul

Detached itself from life. 


Lifting you up, 

Paralleling you with the ground, 

I see a new pattern forming 

Of myriad shapes and sizes, 

It’s a beautiful valley, 

With greenery and livelihood abounding, 

A place where happiness 

Seemed so prevalent, 

Reaching the levels of contagiousness. 
Now, I lift you again 

Above my head, 

And with gravity aiding, 

The shapes fall towards me, 

Like huge rocks, from mountains infused with anger, 

Tempting themselves with the 

Contentment to overthrow the world, 

And rippling human lives, 

Creating an evil disaster 
I change your angle to forty five degrees, 

And with that swirling motion, 

Something again forms, 

Lost travellers, thirsty and parched, 

Frantic for water to extend their life, 

And magically, a waterfall and spring appears forth, 

Nature is a great superhero. 
I keep flipping you about, 

Rotating you at my whim, 

And every time, I see something new, 

A valley, a rale, a spring, a dale, an ocean, a cliff, a animal, a bird, 

And if there’s no novelty in the view, 

There’s something new about the perspective, 

Something soothing, something different. 

Life would have been so much easier

If we saw each others view, if we

Believed in kaleidoscopes. 

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Ode to the Best Friend

We all have best friend/s, and how much we miss them. Let’s sing our love for them.

I miss you, 

I am at fault in putting a measure to that value, 

A value that seems inconceivable, 

I just miss you. 

The frankness of childhood, 

The truthful nature of our emotions, 

The absence of beguiling, 

The excitement to meet each other, 

I just miss everything. 

Growing up together, 

Partners in the same class, 

Passing along food and conjunctivitis alike, 

Over innocence and shades in school, 

We grew up. 

Separated from you, next year, 

I couldn’t wait for the recess, 

The time that I could share with you 

My biscuits and, 

The happenings of my day, 

And listen to your musings, 

Over shared motherly sandwiches and burgers. 

Time passed and you found love, 

But love for me was just you then. 

I used to sit and listen to all the stories that you had, 

Your first date, first touch, first kiss, 

And convey happiness of your smile to my heart. 

School passed, college came. 

We became distant, new experiences, new friends, 

But, birthdays were rarely missed, 

Forgotten wishes needed much compensation, 

Of long talks or surprises, 

And we gradually grew up. 

I found love, you explored more. 

We changed cities, but the bonding was same. 

You changed countries, but the bonding is constant. 

I’m reminded of you 

Whenever I am made aware of an absent best friend, 

To whom I could let my heart flow, 

And get the best advices, 

I miss my wingman. 

Whenever we called or met, 

Time remained still, 

We could talk for hours and hours, 

You always hanging up, 

And I wishing to listen more. 

We shared problems and worked solutions. 

We still have problems but distant solutions. 

I know you’re busy but always there, 

I know you’ll care, you’re always there. 

I don’t need to be reminded that by a call or text, 

But that’s what the heart desires, 

Living proof of love, 

Proving genuineness of friendship, 

How fickle, how low.

But I miss you, I’ll miss you more. 

I wish to be the best man at your wedding, 

I wish to dance away your wedding night, 

I wish to share all our experiences, 

I wish to sing crazy bollywood songs when sitting pillion, 

I wish to be yelled at by you for my silly mistakes, 

I wish to be seeking advice for all my innocence, 

I wish to have life conversations under the stars, 

I wish, I wish I didn’t have to miss you so much. 

I don’t have an umbrella! 

Ever felt the absence of an umbrella in the presence of torrential rains?

Share your experiences and thoughts below.

It’s raining and I don’t have an umbrella, 

I had planned to venture out 

And do the task at hand. 

But, it’s raining and I don’t have an umbrella. 

I wait for the rains to stop, 

That ceaselessly do go on, 

But they are rains, 

That swell and burst and put, 

The world, at risk to drown. 

I bargain with the skies, 

To stop this torment. 

But,  it gleefully sighs, 

Let the melancholy flow, I’ll feel light at heart, 

Isn’t that what you humans do? 

You brush against each other, 

And emotions of wrath, love, desperation, mirth 

And the lot, 

Ceaselessly thunder across your heart, 

Light fire and calmness in your soul, 

Breathes waterfalls through your eyes, 

Blurring the vision but clearing your heart. 
And to expect me to not follow suit, 

Don’t you despicably portray selfishness,

Which abounds in your desires and in  your hearts? 

Polluted you as it is have, my sister, air and me alike, 

And thus I drench you in acid, 

For all the follies that you have bestowed, that

Reek of such selfishness and lack of pity, 

Pray, let me weep to cleanse me of your ills. 

Understanding the ill – nature of the question that I had posed, 

And lamenting, shamefully of the pain that we have caused, 

I took shelter under one of the trees. 

But the weeping didn’t seem to stop. 

However, soon I became 

Imprudent and impatient, bearing fealty to my race, 

I prepared myself to get physically drenched, 

Since dry clothes was an impossibility, 

I enjoyed the drops across my face, 

I jumped in puddles and danced away the rain, 

I made mirth in someone’s tears, 

I am faithful to my race. 

Let’s breathe poetry! 

Let’s take a delve as to how poetry makes life beautiful.

I tuck metaphors under my pillow, 

Slip similes between my bedsheets, 

And hyperbole below my mattress.

I pass dreamily into a sensible, sound, serene sleep of alliterations. 

With cacophonous sounds casting onomatopoeias, 

And with nature being personified. 

Such dramatically sound dreams. Oh, you oxymoron! 

I smile and savour sarcasm, 

Working to create ripples of irony. 

Sometimes I portray myself as, 

Comradely, polite and courteous 

When I pass rude comments veiled with euphemism, 

I assure myself that my alluring attitude of the use of assonance is appealing and appeasing. 

I work, to beautify language, 

Dropping stones to make mountains, 

Drip water to make a river flow, 

And then when they meet, 

The waterfall leaves you gasping for breath. 

And thus I create an imagery. 

It’s truly scenic, the beauty of words forming a work of art. 

I slip poems in my pockets, 

I rhyme the beating of my heart

With the twinkling of your eyes, 

Portraying you as a synecdoche. 

I drop verses in every corner, hoping

That eventually they’ll meet up, 

To form the perfect poem. 

We are all in sync with

The movement of the world, 

Our breaths and beats are in

Rhythm with our body. 

We are all poems, waiting to be 

Written and deciphered. 

We wish to transfer epithets, 

So come, let’s breathe poetry.