Wish You Were Here

The night feels cold,
As the wind blows through.
A friend walks on,
As he misses you.
The echoes of laughter
Ring in his ear,
All he wants to say is
WISH YOU WERE HERE!

Scorching sun and hot tarmac,
A crazy lady and a mad fellow,
On the run, under the blaze
Passing by field of grass turned yellow.
He misses you in the run to shade
And the warm hand of someone dear
All that spills out is
WISH YOU WERE HERE!

He also misses a lot
Those days of rain;
He’d run along all drenched to you,
And all his sorrows would drain.
Dark clouds gather once more,
Raining memories and a lot of cheer.
All that slips past him is -
WISH YOU WERE HERE!

And now its time
For new leaves to open.
Springing with freshness,
And feeling love stricken.
Amidst the mild chill and poetry,
Your absence brings an unknown fear.
And in fear he stutters
WISH YOU WERE HERE!

Seasons passed up,
Days went by,
I let myself loose,
And flew sky high.
In every emotion,
I kept saying all long year,
As I say it once more,
WISH YOU WERE HERE!

It rained last night...

It rained,

But quite cloudlessly last night...

It was no downpour,

Just a little shower so light,

It only moistened the patchy grass,

Didn't sink to the mud or ire the mite,

But it rained

Quite cloudlessly last night...

The stars were dimmed,

Surely, 'cause the skies didn't look as bright,

The twin skies, ne'er to meet, were soaked,

In mildly warm, but greatly dampened light,

And yet, it was quite cloudlessly...

That it rained last night!

Something New

I've always been told to write something simpler on my blog, because not everything I write is clear. Something more trivial was asked for. Now that's something I never paid attention to.

What ensues further is a brief conversation, over chat with a very dear friend and its all about the simplest and most often the first thing we ask "What's up?".

It is a post that goes out to everyone who reads it but most importantly to Smruthy Nair, a dear friend, a song writer, poet, and also the co-writer of this post! Cheers to her!

Here goes a post that does more justice to my Blog Title - "Frivolous Babble"

What’s up?

Anything new?

No Nothing

No scandals?

No new sandals?

No new hair tangles?

Not new love handles?

E'er wonder newness could be the way you blink...

Or even as mere as a new found drink...

Sometimes the newest is a jokey wink...

And to me news could also be a new pen’s ink...

No, I'm stuck to all that is old...

Everything new is off the sale or already sold

Now everything old is not second rate...

And new could also be something old sold of late...

It could be a great feeling with a rising sun...

Or bumping of head and a concussion

That’s as much I want to know...

A new verb, noun, adjective now in your tow

Off late everything has been just same,

Like they've been before...nothing has changed...

No bump on the head or concussion so to say.

Everyday nowadays just feels the same...

But oh! There is this little thing I forgot...

It is something that has made a little excited to start...

A spark in the dark seems always fresh

And now you might have a story to mesh...

So speak if the spark is worth talking about...

Or wait until the whole story is worth your shout!

Oh! It’s nothing to get so overexcited about...

Anyway the story goes this way...

I've a performance, a dance show so to say...

I'm happy that I'll be dancing once again...

For it always brings to my face a big grin

Now there's something more au courant...

Better than talking about a new 36" waist pant...

And surely much better than you usual boo hoo hoo and rant!

Now this is something I cannot stand...

I don’t crib always, You better understand

Anyway forget that tell me something about you...

What has been happening in your world, I want to know too...

With your previous statement, I don’t agree; let’s put it to vote...

And it took you, to tell news so fine,

25 lines of poetry - a point worthy of note...

As goes for me... I take every day as it comes...

And keeping chatting with You amongst other random bums...

For me that’s ample news to spread about...

And I'd rather keep my stories for times we meet...

Lest, there creeps in a hint of doubt...

Doubts arising from incomplete saying...

And news arising from my random straying...

It’s not like I don’t know of your thousand affairs…

The sadness of it is something I seldom bare…

For you are true to your vagabond way…

And my displease is not going to keep your flings at bay.

Aaah! That complaint...

A triviality on which

You practice restraint...

I say my roving eye is worthy of more elaborate anecdote...

And you complaint a proof of the way you dote...

Let’s put this up on blogs quote unquote...

‘Cause it also to me is news... news we wrote!

PS - When i asked her, if i may put this up on my blog, she said -

"Go ahead if it worthy to be placed amongst your work of art...

Then I think I might have made it to your heart"

काल्पनिक मैं!

डरा हुआ, मैं थका हुआ,
गहन तिमिर से ढका हुआ...

क्रोधी हूँ, अभिशापित हूँ,
पर वादों से मैं थमा हुआ...
चाहूं और फिर मुड जाऊं,
मैं आत्मघात से डरा हुआ...
करता भी तो क्या करता,
मैं अपने-आप से कटा हुआ...

डरा हुआ, मैं थका हुआ,
गहन तिमिर से ढका हुआ...

जितनी चंचल मन की चाहत,
उतनी राहों से मैं जुडा हुआ...
राहें तो हैं कई मगर, अपनी
मंजिल से मैं डिगा हुआ...
राहों पर जमघट है, फिर भी
एकाकी मैं भुला हुआ...

डरा हुआ, मैं थका हुआ,
गहन तिमिर से ढका हुआ...

कागज़ कलम दवात के संग,
मैं अपने-आप मै रामा हुआ...
शब्दों के इस हेर फेर में
रचनाकार मैं मंजा हुआ...
श्रोता, दर्शक, वांचक सबके समुख,
नतमस्तक मैं खड़ा हुआ...