The delightful scent of music,
Exudes a powerful allure,
Beckons me into a pulsating radiance,
An elixir so pure.
Neon is this world,
Aglow with sounds obscure,
Entwined in potent tunes,
Mesmerizing and yet demure.
Rhythms rule such lands,
Here every malady has a cure,
Lose yourself in the euphoria,
Or heal your soul secure.
Vaibhav
Distant is the taste of the breeze,
The rustle of tranquil trees.
Bring me back some laughter please,
And wind the clocks to times of ease.
Arrested in our homes, and lost are the keys,
A plagued world, brought to its knees.
Smeared by uncertainty are days like these,
Panic in the streets with a single sneeze.
I wish to be someone who sees,
The thaw beyond this moment of freeze,
Until then, today is the only thing to seize,
A life worth living, fiery without a cease.
Vaibhav
Music diffused through the overflowing hall,
And bursts of flashes greeted us all,
A heady smoke wafted through the air,
As the crowd settled in for an evening of flair.
Several queens adorned the ramp with a blaze,
Murdering onlookers with a piercing gaze,
Each hoping their demeanor was off the charts,
An elegance worthy of the ‘Queen of Hearts’
She was above it all, you could tell,
A winner already, she was a different belle,
While others scrambled to get a spot under the moon,
She stood smiling, grooving to her own tune.
Vaibhav
I gazed at reflections in the pool of light,
Seeking a truth about life,
But the images that came into view,
Were neither lies nor true.
I must have concocted a heady brew,
And left all my thoughts but a few,
For the image in the water was new,
Hazy at first but then my recognition grew,
It was as delicate as the morning dew,
A sketch that Nature herself drew,
With piercing eyes of a deep blue,
All I saw in there.. was you
Vaibhav
She is the sea,
Tranquil and yet of depths unfathomable,
A spirit,
Kind and yet of fire immeasurable,
A sage,
Wise and yet of zest indeterminable,
A rune,
Magical and yet indecipherable.
Unique in her traits,
She is of an unreal reality,
She was probably made to inspire,
Probably made for poetry.
Vaibhav
I am a seeker of vibes,
A purveyor of hope,
A collector of sights,
That feed my soul.
I race towards destinations,
I flirt with destiny,
With only a backpack full of my ambitions,
I can wander endlessly.
The universe is infinite,
Perspectives further still,
But insatiable is my appetite,
So where shall we begin?
Vaibhav
In search of something surreal,
On the lookout for something divine,
My soul takes me places,
Because I’m a wanderer.
The river of life makes me swim sometimes,
Sometimes drown,
Love drifting in it’s current,
Being taken to unforeseen sights,
I’m seeking some unknown wisdom perhaps,
I’m a wanderer.
Love the journey more than a destination,
Love grinning in the face of fear,
Love braving harsh winds and stormy skies,
I surrender myself to the flow of life,
After all, I’m a wanderer…
Vaibhav
A universe exists around me,
And yet beyond me.
A relentless chase,
Will indulge but not yield.
A universe exists within me,
Probably just as vast as the other,
But quiet,
And often neglected.
I wish to dwell here more,
In a tiny hut by a river,
And watch the sun rise and fall,
With every breath of mine.
Vaibhav
The game is on,
The east wind comes,
There’s doom in the air,
A noisy city crumbles.
Only he can stop the forces,
Only he can reverse the clock,
The detective from Baker Street,
The genius man-child on the block.
The palaces in his mind collapse and rise,
As he frenetically hunts for the key,
The one that could unlock the whole conundrum,
The one that could finally set him free.
In this race against time,
You know who’s going to win,
But what will he lose,
For the devil to be brought in.
Vaibhav
