Distant

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

Limelight

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

Tranquil pools

My Post-5

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

Wanderer

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

Icon Poetry: The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

She faces a thousand faces,
A silence envelopes the room,
She steadies her stance,
Steel in her glance,
And gives into the mic’s boom.

Every bit of laughter heard,
Makes her heart flutter, free as a bird.
Although odd, she is now home,
Amidst overflowing ashtrays and dark clubs,
she has found her Rome.

The audience looks up in awe,
For they have found a star,
One day they shall travel far,
To see her and a fickle fame spar,
And hopefully see her escape without a scar.

Vaibhav

Icon Poetry: Don Draper / Mad Men

Vices run strong in this part of town,
Several have come here,
Several more have drowned.

Somewhere as the glasses clink,
You can hear this man think,
He’s alone in a crowd,
And yet to him,
A world has bowed.

He creates several others,
And destroys many more,
A creative after all,
He’s a ‘mad man’ at his core.

But don’t mistake him for others in the zoo,
Damaged but reflective,
There’s an awakening around him,
And it’s fast rising through.

Vaibhav