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

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

Illegal trade, illicit trafficking

captive, caged, chained
elephants, expected to entertain

not just elephants
there are animals, many
who are engaged for human entertainment
at the cost, of their grave endangerment

clicking a selfie
with the caged animals
do you think that’s cute
were you not made aware
of their horrific abuse

from elephants to tigers
pangolins to turtles
all classified as species, endangered

illegal trade, illicit trafficking
for personal, profitable gains
all leading to these species, pained

© Lishaka Gulati

The above poem is written in support of the global campaign initiated by the NGO, World Animal Protection, India to gain support worldwide for banning the trade of wild animals.

Poem ~ Anxious and Distraught

look at you
you can’t handle the sadness anymore
just lying there like a corpse on the floor

you keep unraveling and there’s no one to speak to

you keep losing it and there’s nowhere to flee to

no one is there to hear your cries
no parent, no therapist, is understanding the agony that is your life

you want to give up on every step of the way
it hurts you so much and it’s not getting any better
being constantly bound by these fetters

all you want is for the misery to go away
that even giving up seems so easy today

here you are
trying to find your strength in God
to get over this misery, that you yourself caused

look at you
you can’t handle the sadness anymore
just lying there like a corpse on the floor

© Lishaka Gulati

Poem ~ Unasked

talent or tricks?

what made your success big?

because I’ve seen your show

no talent, a mediocre low

always in the deplorable fashion

igniting, nothing short of an allergic reaction

eyes shut and heart closed

you’ve turned yourself away

from everything that grows

do you not understand

that lives are affected

and an impact is created

as a result of your work

that you so irresponsibly network

I think its the tricks

that made your success big

because I’ve seen your show

no talent a mediocre low

© Lishaka Gulati