HOMELESS LONER

I come from between
A million pages
From among a flood of words
I'm just four simple letters
I am what you call love

I creep into lives
Of those that miss
This healing strength of me
And sans any declarations
I happen to set you free

Ahead of the good
And lower than bad
A shapeless abstract; I remain
Twist me strong, hide me hard
But I will still prevail

I am the songs
The countless verses
Which human hearts beget
I am the only mistake
That you will never regret

I'm a homeless loner
Looking for some room
In the estates of this society
A silent agent of infinite power
A phase of sheer propriety

-K.G.

DAMPNESS

The room where I reside
Has two occupants,
One being me
The other- a dampness.

Our shares- divided
With nothing in the premise
Being solely mine,
Nor of the ridden cold fungi

Our prides laced in a Cold War
Where nothing warm grows
Only attempts to eradicate the cold
While it strives to cease my heat

Not a healthy relationship I admit
None of that Yin-Yan bullshit
Just distasteful acknowledgement
And barren coexistence 

I'm a musician, I compose;
He's a dancer upon my marble floor
And often springs across the walls
As I lay to rest and repose.

Then suddenly by morning's wake
I rise up to a somber alarm
Not the kind that noise makes
But disguised as cool and calm.

Lo! What is this I see?
The cold I hate is the cold in me,
Rambling through my awry breaths
A dampness at home, in my chest.

-KG

JACKET

So fond of the scribble
I'm a seeker of themes 
Just some pen and paper
To improvise those that seem
As they seem to my naked eyes
Uncivil and unkind

I'm a graveyard of possibilities 
Stuck under mounds of time
Six feet under the ordinary
Penalised for conscious crimes
A little afraid to react
A little afraid to attract

On this train of promise I ride 
In the hope of reaching home
To rid myself of this disease 
But here I am; cold, alone.
Did I build this or did I make it mine?
Do I jacket myself from sunshine?

-K.G.

SELF-COMPOSED LULLABIES

Night, my dear night
Remember when we eloped
With teary eyes and bitter dismay
Escaping before the break of day
Before the sun conceived daybreak 
Into a brightness of the new
With so many cold sun rays
And the options so few 

Coldness filled, angst bound
Sitting on an unknown ground
With a plate full of hope
A spoon of sorrow and a vacant stomach
Straight out of the kitchen shelf
Into a construction site
Where a long lost friend did reside
Do you remember, dear night?

And here I am, here again
Covering the distance of that day
While nothing changed on the way
I lost the despair and the dismay
Here I am, a traveler once again
A self conducted experiment
A break-through of the night
Cradled by the fail of self-composed lullabies

-K.G.

WHAT THE HEART WANTS

My heart desires return
To a time of you and I
Not for the sake of
Intimate and shared moments
But for the belief
In a thought which in reality
Was not just mere imagination

For the fun found then
In stupid discourse
I would gladly trade
All this sensibility incurred
Through the passage of experiences
And an unnoticed deviation–
Neither considered, nor acknowledged

Though time has tolled
Unfolding several joys as well
And not just only–
Bitter reprise and "Why the hell"s,
But in the civilised brains
Of our high held heads, we know
'The heart wants what the heart wants'

-K.G.