Deja vu

An old piece....

An apprehensive knock
On a friendly door
A contrived smile
Breaks on frigid shore

No sign of that which
Brings us to this fateful day
When old friends must meet
As strangers may

The food
It tastes nostalgically hot
Long since I ate here
Long since we fought

Our words carefully
Uncomfortable references mask.
To prevent the pain
Is an arduous task

And so we hide
Our pain and thought
Cloaking them with
Niceties and nought

And exchange things
That we did
While our lives
From the other were hid

The experienced scars
Caution induce
Lest fresh blood purges
The delicate truce.

I think we must allow
The scars to bleed
Catharsize our souls
Nourish friendship’s seed

Till then silently
We'll bleed in compromise
Scared to expose
What our scars disguise

Mid Life Crisis?

Had this intense sense of despair and a inability to comprehend where I'm headed .... Ended up writing this. Unedited words on a phone keyboard... 

It's Diwali night 

The lights have dimmed 

The din of cracker's has petered away 

The smoke hangs heavy in the air 

And others' tired eyes welcome sleep

Instagrams and smiles and wishes

Linkedin posts and whatsapp messages

Remind me to give my life a thought 

What's all this ... 

Niceties or nought?

In a hurry to get nowhere 

Too caught up in the virtual world 

No time to stop and care 

To teach and spend and learn and laugh

 

And soon the years will all be past 

And the hands and eyes 

That seek help today

Will hopefully pause and look my way 

And while dissatisfaction grows inside

It's time to turn the wheels within

To find the time to challenge oneself 

Be it run, work or play instead

 

Give joy and be there for them 

A patient ear, a helping hand, or just time ...