A Partner

Arms to embrace you,
A soul that cares for you,
Awaits your arrival, by the door,
And loves you for who you truly are,

A friend who puts you before their own self,
Who loves you more than she does herself,
Who understands your every move,
Showering you with unconditional love,

Who holds you in the core of her heart,
Laughing at your jokes, considering you smart,
Providing a shoulder to lean on, her lap to lie,
Holding your hand in sorrow and in joy,

Lovely though it may all seem,
It's all just a blatant dream,
Take a deep breath and heave a sigh,
For you must know it's all just a lie.

This world is built on selfishness,
With each resident wanting for itself, no less,
Any gift is with the anticipation of a possible gain,
And no creature will unnecessarily take any pain,

Written on 9.8.2016 at the Aero structures lab

Standing by the Funeral Pyre

Amidst blazing flames I stand,
Their fumes filling my lungs,
Fires that burn corpses,
Bodies that were once persons like myself,
Eating, walking, talking and living,
Ones who were loved, hated, ignored and cared for,
Persons that now lie as lifeless logs by my feet,
With no life in them to feel the heat,
That burns them into an ashy heap,
We see them now as mere things,
Objects that were once alive,
Ghosts of which dwell where I know not,
Haunting ruins, houses, perhaps floating around,
Or perhaps burnt away or in another world,
I, however, am haunted by a restless mind,
A bundle of thoughts clouding me from reality,
For I stand here amidst men who have faced doom,
And analyse it objectively,
Doom that I know lies on my path as well,
And yet, I fail to see,
That here lies my fate.

On Watching TV Shows

Back home after a rough day,
Finding it hard to put thoughts away,
Sans energy, sans life,
You put on the show, seating yourself,
At once all is forgotten, and you are lost,
In the land of the broadcast,
Life is indeed simpler in two dimensions,
Free from bondage without tension,
Your glee and sorrow dictated by characters,
they are your friends, your family, not mere actors,
They throw in a line, provoking deep thought,
Giving you lessons, making you smart,
You laugh you cry, you relate with their story,
But below all, you remain untouched by worry,
An hour or two of unwinding yourself,
It proves the power of forgetting oneself,
Objectivity is indeed the key to life,
The only way to live free of strife,
Perhaps it would help to learn from watching shows,
That it helps to step out and look at ourselves.

Written on 19.7.2016 at 12:18am at C504, H13, IIT Bombay (My first poem in my new room)