Obituary

It’s not every day that a teacher comes along
And you fall in love with every lecture, no matter how long
A man with such deep knowledge and insight
Someone who always encouraged us to achieve, to question, to fight
With such tremendous passion, conviction and might
That it gave ample color to mere words black and white
All my knowledge and learning, I owe them to you
But suddenly, there is this void and it does make me feel blue
Today I stand proudly, where I am because of what you taught me
But I’m unfortunate enough not to even get a chance to thank thee
We know you’ve passed into a very long deep sleep
And we can do nothing to get you back; just weep
Life surprises me and I’m intrigued my its unpredictability
How and why the best of the lot get to face the wrath of life’s brevity
I only wish Sir that the heavenly angels sing out loud to you
That you’ll be loved, cherished, missed and so much that you have no clue!

will miss you sir!

The Stage

Living in a wrld of self created illusions
to humor myself, i romance delusions
Too numb to face the hurricane of reality
My fictitious life remains my escape to sanity
A neverending deliberation to find the roots to my fear
But still i can't understand; maybe coz the answer's too near
More than others, it is with myself that i fight
To mollify the hard facts, i let slip by whatever's right
But many a times, my dubious existence leaves me jaded
Coz sooner or later, this facade will begin to appear faded
When the presumptuous smile shall vanish and the pink of my cheeks would clear
The curtains shall rise and instead of me, a pierrette will appear
Facing a plethora of stares questioning my cowardly creation
And the ignonimity of facing a standalone revelation
I know that those who question me are in their own conscious unclear
Soon, they’ll be in my place is their constant plaguing fear
But today’s my day to face the wrath of the spotlight
Even though I’m not the only one, who with myself, fight
I wonder why ‘I’ becomes uncomfortable with ‘me’
Why the ‘I’ is compelled to be so artificial when ‘me’ is so butterfree
Those who stare at me today could be my likely answer
But there’s limited longevity of a lone lancer
So, shout as much I wish, only to see words strike a transparent wall
Coz even before I can fully justify, the curtains, on my life’s stage...shall fall..

Suchita