Teenage thoughts

My childhood dream was to be a Poet.
You will never know how difficult it was then, to write a poem, and how easy it was to be rejected.
I did approach Kamala Das, who was then associated with a Youth magazine. She read all my submissions, and said
"Roy, you will never be a poet".
With this died a dream like many others...............   

Recently I found some papers in my attic, and thought why not publish them here. So what if Ms Das rejected them, at least I can rejoice in having them published here. All poems were written in my teens.
The Poet in me died then.
Long live the Poet.

Life

Why is life so very tense.

We always have to sit on the fence.

And every time we tend to relax,

someone is out there to collect his tax.

Why are our lives such a bore,

we never know who lives next door.

We save on things, that will never be spent

And nurture plans, that see no end.

Nightmare

I live my days, waiting dearly for the night

But cruel night keeps me awake

I suffer in silence, waiting eagerly for dawn

I rise, for my hour has come

to labour another sleepless night.

Lonely Me

Milder than those I have met

It was when I heard

Laughter, resonate my Chords

Deep Down, while I tried to

Read her eyes, and

Even before, I could analyse her,She had

Departed "Sans Adios"

Life Again

Life is an awakening, in the midst of sleep.

Sleepers sleep,
Unmindful of the world about them

Sweet is this Sleep,Sweeter than the Sound.

Disturb me not in this soulful slumber

Let me be lost into the night.

The Fallen One

Condemned, rejected, Trampled upon

In bloom yesterday, admired by surging crowds

A tender bud not yet in life

Plucked at dawn, to add life to another 

Gathering dust, dismantled in today's storm

When shall I see life in it fullest form.

Look Within

When you think you have lived and done No wrong

Look within and hear that song. 

Hear the words for you that are penned

And understand with care the message meant.

When you think you are the final word

Check if what you said is what you heard. 

You may fool the rest as you walk your way

But if you can resonate the words heard and sway

You have lived your life with just my friend

and be at peace until the end.

How did it all Start

Where do I begin
How did it all Start
When did I Miss the Beat
When did I realize you were my Heart

Yours is the Sound I'd like to break my Dawn
Yours is the Touch I'd like at Midnight

Will you be there when the lights turn dim
Will you be there when my head has to rest
Will you be there for me my love 

Flirting in the Dark

By Nature I maybe Gregarious,
but flirt no way,
Not with another's wife..
But
if the attraction persists
may fall in love
after all
it's only a heart
the only one I have
could never think 
you would walk away with it 
forever

Sadly...  it is the day after

The cold wind blows
Chill in the air
It is the Day after

Moments gone by
Words unsaid
It is the Day after

A table laid for two
None there but you
It is the Day after

We shall meet
I do not know when
I do not know where
Let it not be said 
it is 'The day after'