Am I leaving something behind?

On the way to the desert,

I look back,

the misty blue,

and a face,

Am i leaving something behind?

The Wind rustling my hair,

as if the sky beckons,

and so does the tower,

so do the faces I love,

with just one missing,

Am i leaving something behind?

I dare to smile,

and look ahead,

the corner of my eye,

looks back instead,

Am i leaving something behind?

The glare of the sun is soft today,

but I'd miss that glint,

The sands pile on,

and I imagine a dimple,

I ask myself again,

Am I leaving something behind?

The cold rain hits me,

I'm drenched with emotions,

Bliss being at the top,

'Cos I am leaving something behind,

but for a change,

I have something to miss

Varun Anand
0042 hrs
28th July, 2007

Just this once

I've fallen before,

I've skinned my knees,

I've bled wine,

I've drank tears,

But just this once,

I hope the grass in my hand doesn't slip,

The moon I gaze at doesn't wane,

The hand i hold doesn't lose grip,

Just this once,

I wish I don't move from where i stand,

As the rain falls on my face,

I wish I never forget this feel,

As a glare of heat rummages through my heart,

I wish I can stay a moment more,

Just a moment,

And just this once,

I wish I don't have to walk back

0123 hrs
20th July, 2007
Varun Anand

Waiting

Left or right,

My mind seems to be lost,

Avalanched in thoughts

My eyes straining hard,

to see the road ahead

My fingers crush,

Twigs at a time,

A little light coming from the left,

and darkness to the right

I wonder where to move,

I sit like stone,

The brain,

otherwise helpful

seizes to work,

Its been an age,

And with every breath of air

I wait,

For the Smoke to Clear

0133 hrs
18th July, 2007
Varun Anand
(I just cant think straight right now!)

The Dead End

Trickle

Trickle

Bang, I see blue..

The mop of hair on my head colored red,

This wall was meant to hold

meant to hold me back,

but i chose to test it

Another trickle down my forehead,

Another bang on the wall,

I wonder whats on the other side,

luring me to break through

my mind imagining a wide open field

full of poppies welcoming me,

as I bang hard again,

My vision darkening a bit

I persevere,

My head spinning,

but the image of the fields encouraging me

Another splurt of blood,

and Im surrounded by darkness,

And as I hit the ground,

I feel the poppies crush under me,

and as conciousness leaves me,

I realise, I was banging on the dead end.

Varun Anand
3rd July , 2007
(C) DATACORP
(Feeling Dark)

My Illusion

Walking down the tunnel,

I see a small shimmering bright light,

glinting at me with all its might,

luring me on,

one more step,

just one more

I walk towards it, and it diminishes

and as I stop, it lights up again.

Almost wicked,

Urging me to go on when i loose all hope,

I think I should listen to my brain,

It warns me against trusting the light,

As i stop, the surroundings urge me to move,

and as I move, the light goes out

Leaving me in darkness

Torturously, giving me a reason to move

and then stopping me right in my tracks.

I take a deep breath and take my chance,

I run for it,

trying to grab the darkness.

I hit a wall,

I wake up from another illusion,

I sit in the dark

till I see the light again.

Varun Anand
2nd July, 2007
(C) DATACORP
(This one is kind of like a different theme to what I usually write on! So read this with a fresh train of thought!)

Stuck a Slave

Every now and then i sit down,

I have a chat with my friend in the sky.

The round one that illuminates us at night.

Hearing his story, I cant help but smirk.

He says he's bounded to our skies,

Enters them every evening, and stays on till dawn

He tries to run, he tries to escape

but the spring of time brings him back

to stay bounded to those skies

I listen to his ordeal,

his anguish at being tied down.

And with an after thought,

my smile vanishes.

Its not a well hidden secret,

but then again,

I too am the slave,

not of the skies, not of the horizons,

but of the elements enchanting my blood,

my eyes, my mind and my heart.

As if reading my mind,

My friend from the sky looks down upon me,

and says,

"Brother, We're both Stuck a Slave"

Varun Anand
28th June, 2007
(C) DATACORP

Wrote this sitting in my car, waiting for mom and dad to finish their shopping...

The Butterfly Effect

You see them once, and you smile

In shades of blue, green, yellow and gray,

the spring carried on their wings

and they shower happiness on all.

Butterflies never make you sad,

they ride on winds of bliss.

But then, there are others

the kinds that flutter inside you.

The ones you cant see,

but those that can calm you

and make you nervous all the same.

Otherwise still,

they flutter with the batting of an eyelid,

the advent of a smile,

the forming of a dimple,

or a shine of the eye.

They don't make you queasy,

they light you up to red.

These butterflies in the tummy,

they come and go,

just hope this time,

I can sail through them though.

Varun Anand
DATACORP
3 : 30 PM
11th June, 2007

(Sitting in the Indiapicture office, with nothing to do for a change - and thoughts running through my head!)