FAREWELL

If I bid you farewell

Finally letting you go.

My tears camouflaged

Like a dried-up river’s flow.

If I unshackled your soul

Setting you, forever free

A new flight, a different world

A new nest, a different tree.

Horizons - blue, alluring

Flocks calling out to you

Magpies, swans, sparrows

Blackbirds and cuckoo.

If I unshackled your soul

Setting you, forever free

Would you still remember?

Would you come back for me?

                                               (Anurag)

A POET'S QUILL

Let me sleep a night

Of a million shattered dreams.

Let me wade through waters

Of desiccated streams.

Travelling across deserts

Sans any mirage.

My eyes - dry and bleary

Crumpled and filthy visage.

Love me not, nor hate me

Neither do I seek.

Lost in a world of make-believe

Of solitude I reek.

Sustaining on a diet

Of perverse and twisted passions.

Committing another crime

Conjuring up new confessions.

Take away my worldly assets

If you find any.

Deprive me of my daily bread

Throw away the honey.

Snatch not from me, my quill

And the pot of sanguine ink.

In the raging sea of verses

My jaded soul shall sink.

                                  (Anurag)

AUTHOR

Do I have it in me?

To be an author, again

Revisit the trials, tribulations

The trauma and the awful strain

To let a new-fangled plot

Impregnate my fertile mind

In order to conceive

A creation, one of a kind

Patiently wait for the ‘D’ day

Through  winter, spring, summer and rain

Endure the ordeals of labour

And the excruciating pain.

Striving to catch a glimpse

Of my baby, my newborn

Hoping that she is healthy

Unblemished; pretty like a swan.

When she ventures on her journey

When her ability is put to test

Deep in my heart, praying

That she is a cut above the rest.

Brooding at her losses

Rejoicing at every gain

Do I have it in me?

To be an author, again...

                                                     (Anurag)