Wheels

The wheels got me to another land;

rolling downhill, like rushing grains of sand

escaping my closed fist.

On the wheels balancing my weight,

holding my hand, the breeze brushing my fate,

making my way through the mist.

The wheels made me lose count

Of the streets I left behind,

glancing around with piercing eyes,

hoping, for once, life would catch my true lies

strayed in the very city mapped in my mind,

The wheels almost got me to the home

I could not find.

The wheels clacking and rumbling,

Had a voice like none I'd heard before,

A song that lifted all my anchors,

Me?

A carefree boat drifting away off shore.

Who am I meant to be?

What's in it for me?

What feels like to be free?

"Wheels, shove these questions 

choking my throat!"

The wheels heard my muted screams,

That got in the way of my smile, 

brought lightening speed 

Shooting up my spine,

Until I believed in the distant dream of 

living the picture perfect life.

The wheels got me to another land,

The wheels got me to where I stand,

The wheels are indeed my eyes to what I see,

And my feet to where I will be.

~ Kripa Sarkar

 

City of Love

It is more than what these eyes are perceiving,

it is more than what we believe in,

it is more than mere transactions 

of taking and giving,

It is truly about what and how we're sharing,

More about how we show we're caring,

It's the little things we do

that makes us daring,

it's the words we hear,

even when it's silence speaking,

it's how well you try,

and embrace the parts of me 

that are probably worth complaining,

It's about becoming one,

and not simply pairing.

it is about all the love this heart is carrying,

And more about paving a reason to live,

finding meaning,

and oh god! How your eyes make it all possible!

I am beginning to think how

You've made my life so magical,

That in this somber eve, somber for you're not near,

I am entirely smeared in the ashes of your warmth,

Stepping into every TOMOrrow,

Waking barefooted as a holy saint into your city of love.

~ Kripa Sarkar

 

who YOU are to me

 You are the silent peace of my dawn, the kind of silence that

Makes my heart float,

You're the music to my long long day, the kind of music that

Makes me miss home...

Thinking of your smile- my eyes closed- my heart 

Gets into a loop of sprints-

How did I get this lucky, to call you mine?

I wished you would, and thank god you did

On my soul your name imprint,

And catch my little twisted hints...

I want to look at you for hours, 

And never miss a glimpse- not even for a blink

You are the comforting warm rays of the sun,

To my freezing winter mornings

My pumpkin spice autumn kiss,

Reason to my ever-growing bliss,

The person I want to be with forever and never miss...

I could go on and on saying how much I love you- but 

Oh God! Where should I begin?

You are the reason I wake up everyday,

You  are the closest to heaven I'll ever make,

You are God's finest creation- I love you like this

I love you like that-

I love you in every possible way!

Tell me you're not a daydream.

Reassure me that the way I love you is exactly how you feel-

For me...

But no matter how much  try,

My conscience knows that I will always fall short of words 

To express how you make me complete-

To measure, for you, the extent of love I feel-

To SPELL: who you are to me

~ Kripa Sarkar

Let Me Cry Your Tears

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Nothing’s worse than a helpless cry,

Sensations of a hollow heart-

No matter how much we try,

We’ll only repeat the miserable past.

No wonder I am selfish,

Yes, yes I am.

But isn’t everyone?

You need more when you have more?

Mere helpless cries won’t hold me long,

I am a selfish being- 

How unjust am I being to act sad,

When I’ve got all I need-

How can I waste my tears crying over something I want,

When I could cry your tears- tears of real meaning?

So let me cry real tears.

The tears of a feeble life going hungry to bed,

The tears of a mother who lost her child in the war,

The tears of regret a son cries in his father’s funeral,

The tears of a being, harassed somewhere in the dark,

The tears of distance two lovers cry in distress,

Let me cry your tears-

You don’t deserve this- let me feel helpless instead.

Let me cry your tears,

Tears of an orphan not finding a home,

Tears of a boy watching his parents separate in a divorce,

Tears of the fear of not knowing how you’ll pay the bills,

Tears of wandering homeless in New York’s winter chills,

Tears of hard work

Tears of heart-break

Tears of disease and tears of loss…

Let me cry your tears-

You don’t deserve this- let me cry 

irrespective of you winning or losing the toss.

I know the the pain of a helpless cry,

A pain so burning that your heart’s well runs dry,

And when it’s cold you don’t freeze- you simply die.

Let me cry your tears,

The tears of a lonely heart,

The tears of a healing scar,

The tears of the absence of you know exactly who-

The tears that,

Break

Shape 

and build 

Me and You!

They are bitter, not salty,

They make you cold in life’s heat,

They are speed bumps in your heartbeat,

They are death nurturing misery;

Don’t cry those tears when I am here-

Let me cry your tears

Let me take away your pain as long as I can

Remain a human who feels…

~ Kripa Sarkar