they come and they go, they do as they please

words come to you
but then, they drift off
before you could even make sense of them
or write them down

they leave you wondering
that you aren’t good enough
for them to stay
that how even the devil won’t take you
because the devil, too, has standards some

oh, the negativity
takes a toll on you
one fell swoop
and you begin the process, of undervaluing yourself

such solitary life
that even words don’t stick around
is this what people call misery?
it surely must be

the words are starting to come back to you, again
you must concentrate
before they get away
so, you submit, like christ on the cross

but then, they again drift off
before you could even make sense of them
or write them down

© Lishaka Gulati

Notes of Hope – of Questioning Behaviour

you strive and for what
what’s the point
you tire yourself and for what
what’s the point
doesn’t make sense
all this pretense
you work for someone else
what’s the point
they tell you what to do
and you do it
they tell you, how to do it
and you do it
really, what’s the point
maybe you’ll quit your job today
yes, you should do it
now you work for yourself
you are free
you’re also fearful
so, what’s the point

the point is, that today
we’ll help you
alter your approach
that’s the point
the point is, that today
we’ll help you
instill an impression
of copiousness
in yourself
that’s the point
because there are things, many
in this universe, unbridled
all ready for you
so don’t just survive
live and live free
that’s the point

© Lishaka Gulati

Wooden Bedside Table – of Superstitious Behaviour

someone comes up to me
and says something nice
all I can think about, is wanting to flee
for how could someone say such vice

my body reflexes on the compliment and immediately reacts with “what the hell man, now why did you say that for?”
my hand, meanwhile, reaches for my wooden bedside table and I mutter the words “touch – wood” and at the same time, stare at the person in disbelief, with a glare

now what does that term even mean
it’s a rhetorical question, so leave it clean
I don’t know how I even started using that term
maybe I picked it off from my mother
who ardently believes that this would ward off evil intentions that people sometimes tend to cover

I use this term a lot
and whenever I do so, I tend to always get caught
whenever a compliment comes my way
I tend to make a face and try to get away, to my wooden bedside table to say those golden words and save my day

why did I only mention, my wooden bedside table
well, I’m always in bed, that’s why I said
so you don’t end up feeling, like you’ve been misled

© Lishaka Gulati

It’s Friday

it’s windy, and also a little chilly
but I don’t know if it’ll rain or not, really

it’s thundering now
but I still don’t see any raindrop on the ground

so, basically, what I’m trying to say
is that what has to happen, will happen
in its intended way

then why can’t I just enjoy the weather
for the way the wind feels and the sweet smell that it brings
without anxiously waiting for the end – result or the rain to begin

it’s Friday, I’m sitting near my half – opened windows
looking at the way the plants sway in their pots
and suddenly, I see the raindrop

the faint drops falling on the ground
and look how the Earth’s surface gets wet
the wind and the smell is now upset
because the rain has made people to forget

the weather is still windy
there is lightning now and thunder in the clouds
and I wait for the heavy rain to occur
because that’s the result of this weather, don’t you concur

there is no appreciation of the wind
or how dark it becomes on a Friday afternoon
just the pining need for the end – result, to happen soon

constantly thinking about, will it happen and, how will it happen
why can’t I just be in the now? instead of continuously waiting for the baton

it’s Friday today and this is how I describe my feelings, this day
we’ll see the way, of how tomorrow conveys

© Lishaka Gulati

Boundaries

there are these boundaries that I see and they somehow seem to constrict me
I don’t remember creating them, but they now, somehow, engulf me

there are these boundaries that I feel
that seem to have a strange power over me
they tell me, what is right and what is wrong, and that if I do something beyond
I will risk experiencing failure and my self-esteem will falter even greater

there are these boundaries that I see and they seem to have an unusual control over me
it is so hard for me, to even breathe, when these boundaries keep on smothering me

there are these boundaries, that I want to break, but I am so scared, as now they have placed these tiny pieces of glass on the boundary wall
as a means, to try to keep me enclosed, within the designated space

there are these boundaries, that seem to keep me, so walled off and so closed off
they have now become so rigid, so restrictive, thus making it so difficult for me, to escape them or get rid of

© Lishaka Gulati

P.S. this piece was written a few months back

Melancholy Musings – Part II

from that day to this
the girl has been dealing with an emptiness inside
the occasional mood swings, frequent crying
and those other things alike

the kid finally opened up to her family
told them of her suffering and the agony
she also informed them of the chest pains
that had started troubling her lately

the family supported the kid
and assisted her in getting the treatment
that was requisite for her, even though a little inconvenient

now the kid has been diagnosed
with anxiety and depression
so suddenly the kid has a word
that is within her comprehension

© Lishaka Gulati

P.S. this piece was written a few months back

Melancholy Musings – Part I

there once was a kid so lost
that she didn’t know what to do from one step to the next, no matter what the cost

don’t get me wrong, the kid had a wonderful family, who tried to motivate her at every step of the way
still, the kid felt lost and sad, inside her little heart but she didn’t want to bother anyone and seem apart

the kid wondered how to make sense of it all,
and in so, the kid started doing all those activities notoriously possible at school
eventually, getting the title of the coolest kid in class
but the kid still felt empty and in contrast

she then focused on her academics
and scored the best grades, inspite of her insides
being at times, in hysterics

she made her parents proud
but it still didn’t fill the kid’s hollow heart that stood unbowed

To be contd…

© Lishaka Gulati

P.S. this piece was written a few months back

Running sea

unheeded, neglected, unnoticed
a dragged affair, your profession


lately, you have been thinking about changing your job
ending, the state of thrall

but there appears to be too many options
for you to choose from
its really making you wonder
are those choices and options really there
or is it just a mirage for you
to be able to leave things with a flair

© Lishaka Gulati

Notes of Hope

so fearful, so much angst
everyday alive, thinking, what’s the point

let’s not be disappointed, disillusioned
in a sad state of mind

instead, let’s think about the profusion, boundless
that this universe offers to us

we’re well, we’re alive and we’re here
you and I
if this is not magic, what is?

© Lishaka Gulatil

Poem ~ Today the sky called me up

today the sky called me up and said

hi, I saw that you went for a walk but you danced instead
did you realize, that people were looking at you

like you were out of your mind

well, it wasn’t my first time

over the top, you appeared to be manic
lonely girl trotting on toes
so out of control
just swaying to the music

maybe someday, sky, you and the people will realize, that we have to lose ourselves to this lucid music
and not always care about other people’s eyes

try it with me, sky
let’s go for a walk
and dance instead
let them look at us and wonder
how we’re out of your mind
let them look at us and wonder
how we’re two of a kind

© Lishaka Gulati