Somebody I used To Know

The last train from Yorkshire
You took on the merry day
The last form of my desire
That faded into the clay

Time hurried on wheels
And rushed towards the end 
Wounds preserved in reels
That took many a year to mend

Awaiting a sweet gentle smile
Sometimes I look outside the window
To catch a glance across the aisle
Of Somebody I used to know

I get reminded of the train
And the last echoing cry
Which still refuses to wane
Or the teardrops to dry
Awaiting a short and swift wave
Sometimes I look outside the window
That light I try hard to save 

Of Somebody I used to know
Of Somebody I used to know
Somebody I used to know....

LIGHTS OVER CHANCERY

The lime lights over Chancery
Were brighter yesterday
Under the sky so sprightly and merry
In pensive spirits I lay.

You did come as delight afresh
And by me you stood all the way;
When tears bothered the sunken mesh,
Your soft fingers were there to allay.

The lime lights over Chancery
Seem somber today
Under the sky so soulless and wary
With a little hope though, I lay.

That you shall come again to appease
And rally the insipid nerves of mine-
You were nowhere to see, my hopes did cease
That now faded into the horizon line.

With a little tremble, as sharp it could be,
My long dream ended in a flurry.
Yet through the curtains I could see
The lively lights over Chancery!

INFINITUDE

Sunset over the hills that I see
The flamboyant flocks of birds in glee
The tranquil river that flows by my side
And the splashing waves of eventide.

Glory of the nature that I behold
The countless tales of life still untold
The nonchalant tree of Gulmohar in my alley
That still is oblivious to melancholy

Lifeless beauty of the almighty that I visualize
The chores of my routine find hard to realize
The abstract masterpiece of dusk in my sight
That is dark yet lively and bright as light.

Sitting by the cemented edge of my windowsill
I know in no time the sun will set behind the hill
The allure of the craft will soon be no more
And the darkness of night will knock the door.

This little smile, from the lips of life, will not be joyful as ever

Still I crave for more, even when I know-“nothing lasts forever”.