To Be With You Again.

Water turns to ice,
And melts back again,
Seasons have gone now
Since I laid my eyes on you.

But now the time arrives
Of the triumph,
Of heart, and soul,
And true love and sacrifice.

I'm glad we're still here
Untouched.
Unaffected.
Uncompromising.

I've prayed hard for this moment
To come, and take me
To your arms
Awaiting my embrace.

The look in your eyes,
The warmth of your touch,
The feel of the tenderness
Of your lips on mine.

Suddenly all the distances disappear
And disintegrate
Into stupid notions
And cried-over silly things.

My heart cries out
Unrestrained, savagely even
In the joy of my returning
To the tenderness of your bosom.

That feeling
That now encompasses me
Is like a cocoon
Around me.

I feel indestructible,
I'm in your safe hands now,
Like standing with you
In the middle of a tornado.

Everything around me is now a blur
Of motion and images
And mixed feelings
And tears.

And I care not
For a thing in the world,
As long as you hold me tight
In your arms
And promise to never let me go ever again.

- Vinaykrishnan

(HELLO, Thanks for the idea. Although I still haven't justice to your words) :)

Where are you?

(Aawaaz de, kahaan hai)

Shout out,
Where are you?
My world is youthful.
Alive and free
In my heart
Is the world of
Hope.

The night goes
Like the moonlight
Fades away.
Now I walk
In the shadows,
To the train of stars.
In such a place,
Where are you?
Shout out,
Where are you?

On fate,
Why is the ink
Of night blotting?
My sleep is gone,
Witnessing are the stars.
I'm devastated here,
Where are you prospering?
The sky is relentless,
My world is youthful
Shout out,
Where are you?

- Vinaykrishnan.

Come On Over.

(To Phir Aao)

I'm here,
Tease me,
Come on over,
Make me cry.

My mind becomes a cloud
And my eyes start pouring,
My sighs go so high,
Like hurricanes.

Take away your sorrows
All that you burdened on me.
Or else tell me
How to bear them.

Now from this place
I have to go away,
The roads that lead to my love,
I need to find them.

I'm here,
Tease me,
Come on over,
Make me cry.

- Vinaykrishnan.

Real Men Cry

It's the kind of shit that I've been dealing with
The kind that lays down on me, it bears down on me,
The life inside cried out loud, but I choose not to
Hear its screams, its voices, its pleas, its cries.
It dies out in a torrent of violence, and pressure
And everybody here can think that they can relate to me
And you think that you can dictate to me,
But let me tell you now, no use here, not now,
From a fortune. To crashing and burning on the streets.
I couldn't, I wouldn't, I refused, I denied.
The push came to pull, the juice not worth the squeeze,
I realised my fault, my bad, I'm really sad
That I believed that all are Supermans, Supermen, SuperCrazy,
But fuck it ain't. Not a chance. I maybe. They aren't.
I still had the audacity to go on churning out
Song on song, word on word, lie on lie, pain on pain
I cried. Loud. In a small 10 by 8. On my haunches.
Tears flowed. To remember what I once heard as a kid,
Real men cry.

- Vinaykrishnan.

Where the heart rejoices...

(Aao Huzoor Tumko)

Come, O Darling,
I'll take you
To the stars;
Where the heart rejoices
Such places I shall take you...

My wayfarer,
My companion,
Be mine.

I'll take you
To the blinding gazes
Of love.
Where the heart rejoices
Such places I shall take you...

Please write
On the book of my heart
Such that not even
The seven heavens
Can write.

In my embrace,
In your embrace,
Lies the true heaven.
Where the heart rejoices
Such places I shall take you...

- Vinaykrishnan.

What makes the world go round.

I'd believed
To chide, to scold,
To make people understand,

That not love,
But anger
Makes the world go round.

And one day,
Metamorphosis.
I see.

There
By the lake,
Under the moonlight sparkling,

A man
And a woman
Entwined.

Hands in hand,
Eyes on eyes,
Epitome of devotion.

Love, incarnate
The figure worth the thousand words,
All encompassing.

Love,
Passion,
Startlingly so.

Grandiose articulation
Verbosity
Not required.

The bodies
Saying it all.
Without Speech.

Like music.
That breaker
Of all barriers.

Love it is,
Unfailing,
Unending.

Undoubtedly.
Unabashedly.
Unequivocally.

And all I can think
Is that
Love makes the world go round.

- Vinaykrishnan.

Choices

To be condemned
To know that I have no other option
That I can choose nothing else,
Is the worst.

I wonder,
If I were given this choice
When I was raw
Would I have survived?

If I had known
That it would be 11 years
Would it have been easier,
Or tougher?

- Vinaykrishnan.

Unspoken Words

Unspoken words
Like the sparks of a blazing fire,
Never the center of attraction
Yet always the most amazing.

Unspoken words
Like the roots of a banyan,
Never the major force
Yet always the most supportive.

Unspoken words
Like the fraying edges of a book,
Never the highlight
Yet always the most intriguing.

Unspoken words
Like the the fledgling light of the sunset,
Never the brightest
Yet always the most brilliant.

Unspoken words
Like the hopes of a lover,
Never the most outspoken
Yet always the truest.

- Vinaykrishnan.

Miracles

I stand here
Watching you,
You are the life
Of the people around you,
But you know what,
Maybe no one knows you
Like I do.
Maybe it's just
The miracle
That I'm waiting for.
Maybe it's just
The miracle that
Won't happen.
Maybe it's just
The miracle
That you are waiting for.

- Vinaykrishnan.

I'm. She's.

I'm flying now
Through the skies
So blue and calm,
I have the wind on my back,
I'm Clarke,
She's Lois.

Still flying,
High, in the skies,
And otherwise.
I love my cap,
I'm Hancock,
She's Mary.

I'm still running
Coz I can't stop,
You tell me to "Run!"
So I don't stop,
I'm Forrest,
She's Jenny.

I'm still standing here
Still and steady
Like a rock,
And you see me,
I'm Me,
She's You.

- Vinaykrishnan.

Your Silence

I only wish it were easy
To say what I feel,
But sometimes,
The freedom to express
Is more cruel than
The slavery of silence.
And although I have said all I wanted to,
I feel no better.
It's like a nail
Being hammered at my insides.
I'd rather listen to what you say
Than speak.
Please don't be so silent,
Nor inexpressive so.
I'm here only
To absorb you
And your thoughts.

- Vinaykrishnan.

Hollow Stones

So I'm walking down this street off the main road. It's cobbled, and with a lot of horse dung. Perdition Street, they call it. Funny how people think of such names for streets where they live, when that's the last place they are looking to go to.

I have to pick up this package tonight. The rest of my workers are busy elsewhere. I like it though. Brings my old job memories back wherein I personally used to pickup all the packages. Nostalgic, of times very very old.

My walking stick makes funny noises on the stones of the street. More of a "Top, Top" that a "Tap, Tap" as you would normally expect. Hollow stones? Possible. Geology was never my subject. I'm more into philosophy. Although not many would agree with what I think and believe.

The house where I need to pick up the parcel is an old cottage, set with bright burning fires in the windows. The curtains are drawn back. The light of the hearth shines brightly onto the street, illuminating the path leading from the gate to the house. I like fire. I think it's one of the purest things that man has ever learned to use, and yet has never been able to command it.

I walk up to the front door, it is open for me. I enter, walk to the small crowd of people around a couch on the rug in front of the hearth. An old man, wheezing heavily, barely able to open his eyes, sits on the couch, covered in a heavy blanket, the weight of which is further restricting his breathing. But he prefers the warmth to ease in breath. His time is at an end.

I put my hand to his brow, and he looks up. Only he looks into my eyes, and he smiles. That is a smile of a man who has lived his life well. He has nothing to be regretful of. He has lived a life full of joy, love, caring, happiness and charity. I smile back at him. I slowly help him up to his feet, as he holds my hand, and I carry him supporting his arm around my shoulder. And I carry him out the door, out on to the street, where my walking stick starts Top-Topping again on the hollow stones.

My carriage is at the end of the street. I help him up the steps into the carriage. I take the driver's seat, and I drive away with him in the coach behind me.

I stop at the gates. I lead the old man to the chubby gatekeeper. The gatekeeper is surprised, and draws his eyebrows so far up that you'd think they'd hit the sky.

"This one is yours. I have no right." I say. And I help the old man hold the gatekeeper's hands. I walk away, my stick now a trident, this time Tap-Tapping on the path. My tail swishes behind me, and my throne waits for me.

Despite what you think, I was, am, and always in my heart, will be, an Angel of Light.

(Inspiration from a song I heard, had to turn it to this)

 I was in an abyss,

Trundling down the dark,

Jagged rocks

Tearing me apart

On my way down.

I had someone though

Whose faith unshaken

Made me

Unbreakable.

My life was their gift,

Their struggles

My redemption.

My redeemers

Live.

Thanks Mom and Dad.

- Vinaykrishnan.

When you are listening...

Ask away to oblivion,
And for the pearls of attention
That your eyes give me when I answer,
I could speak for eternities…

When you are listening,
I want to be articulate.
I usually am not verbose,
Taciturn was my middle name.

But when you are listening,
I could speak until I run out of breath.
I could ramble on for eons
On things immaterial, and longer for things that matter,

I could reach an array of subjects,
I could flit from topic to topic
Like a nomad wandering from one abode to another,
And keep at it forever when you are listening

But now that reality strikes me again,
And frees me from dreaming,
I realise, that when you are listening,
I usually go speechless.

Your eyes make me feel as though
The world would break down
If I said something stupid
When you are listening.

I am only scared when talking to you
Fear of saying something foolish,
I guess, I would rather just stay shut
When you are listening.

- Vinaykrishnan.

Hope

Like a page. Bound in a book,
I want to break free and roam,
Or float, as might be your perception,
I was filled once,
By love and words of tender caring,
To only be erased
And filled up again,
This time, though,
Not with warm affection,
But with malice and foul inflection.
It burns my soul to be captive here,
Burns like the fires of Hell,
But wait, isn’t Hell just a concept
Of evil and sorrow?
But then, I lighten up again,
Feel glad again,
Because I have in me
A small thing called Hope.
Every vice is balanced by a virtue,
And to comprehend a virtue,
Vice needs to be known,
Just like to know light,
Darkness needs comprehension.
Hope, though, is the only passion I have.
What remains now
Is whether Hope is force enough
To free me, to tear me from these shackles
And manacles that bind me,
So that I too may
Roam, float, wander,
And realize on my own
That there is a Paradise somewhere,
Where bliss and ecstasy reign absolute
And tranquility and freedom rule supreme.

- Vinaykrishnan