Sudarshan Desai
1
THE RIGHT TIME
Why do things never happen the way we'd like them to?
Why does a bird fly away when you walk closer?
Why does the wave die before kissing your feet?
Why does the sunset when you aren't looking at it?
The stars disappear when you're counting them and reappear. You lose count.
Why does love always happen when you don't want it?
Why does the heartache when it's full of love?
I am a bird that flees when you come close.
a bird that doesn't befriend the cow it sits on.
I am the wind that kisses you all over but you can't have me for I keep moving.
I am a runner who runs well past the finishing line, deaf.
I am the water you need, yet I belong to none
I am a seed that grows to give shade and yet you walk away in the dark.
I am many things, yet so little
I am everything, yet nothing
2
ADRIFT
Here we go again
from darkness into the light
Whilst I wake out of this slumber
hurt but a stone within
A ray at the end
yet, broken and delusional
Believed it wasn't needed
but who can refuse love?
The closer you come, the still further I run.
the closer I get, the still further you run.
Tears and a smile and a mix of everything
that's how I feel
I have it all
yet I feel empty
lost it all, a void.
The green no longer feels the same
neither does the dark
I see a ray at the end
a leap I take from darkness into the light
3
WHAT I AM
I am the last gasp
Struggle, he finds it hard.
I am a light,
He shuts his eyes
I see white.
I am a flame
Like a star afar.
I rise above
It's a cold night.
I am one,
One in a queue.
Awaiting our deeds
to be weighed.
''Not enough",
They say.
I am a raindrop
Descending.
'Tis cool, it's warm.
I am an egg
I float.
The wait is over.
I am a cry.
I am a smile
A tear
I am happiness
& terror.
I am an explosion.
I am a flame
A star afar.
I rise above
The coldest night.
4
RECONCILIATION WITH THE SELF
Memories clouding
O'er heart-wrenching dreams
The night plodding
With despondent screams
Love is but a flower
Wilting at the end of every hour
Heartbeat's a thunder
Ripping every soul asunder
Violent as a torrential rain
Like riding down memory lane
Take cover under the shining stars
Let it soothe your burning scars
Majestic like an innocent visage
Generous like a King
Cruelty is a disease
May death rid you of your sin.
Lost in the music
Of my own past
I'm laid to rest
At long last
About the poet:
Sudarshan practices law in the city of Pune. He is an avid reader and one can often see him exploring new places and cultures. He loves plants.
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