Escaped Soul

Happy souls exist forever
Some depart in agony today

Enslaved in mortal covers
Choke up to the harsh reality

Choosing the path of denial
Fly towards the open canopy

Rest in peace my dear friend
Hope there was another end

*In memory of a colleague who lost his life in an unfortunate accident. Please join me while I pray for him. May his soul rest in peace.*

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

Expectations Getting Older

Angst getting older
Unfolded expectations
Buried years ago..

*My experiments with Haiku*

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

To Be or Not to Be

I often see disgrace in love
I often see selfishness in giving

I feel the force of hatred in me
I feel the shade
But its only a Tree

Sometimes to give
And sometimes to be

As loving as one can
And selfless as a bee

I know it as today
But tomorrow will I see?

A dream of togetherness
with depth of a sea

I don’t know it now
who will tell me how

or whether
‘To be or not to be..’

Dated: October 2009

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

An Untold Story

Painted Canvasses without blood
The desires dried dripping

Poured on demon like floors
Couldn’t devour the soul

The paints screamed for a wall
When kerosene washed them away

Brushes lie on the stained cotton
Looking at the easel in the corner

Silks stacked away, a story of life
Painted in crimson, clear blue

Incomplete it rested
Complimenting rags shoved in the carton

It only looked like she did not care
Neither did she look back once,

As her life was on a run, yearning
Meaning and fun, in wrong places

Years passed away, not realising
Once best friends were peeping, calling

Attention, care and caresses
Ready to be used up and thrown

So they could get a home
On the incomplete canvasses

Waiting to complete the story untold
A place where they truly belonged

*If my incomplete paintings, and the paints had feelings, they’d be really missing me*

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

Found Profoundness

The squall of darkness
Was never heard

Locked inside
A room of blood

When the doors opened
Dreams set ajar

There was an empty canvas
to paint the clouds green

Living in constraints
Not any longer

Because there was a reason
Trapped in a season called
LIFETIME

Found profoundness
Galloping inspiration

Life changed forever
At last to find

Aspirations chasing
And the world dreaming

About me, love
While I was Living

A lifetime, A dream
In every little moment

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

Happyness

I am watching television
Suddenly something’s different

Tingles, like butterflies on my palm
His fingers ticking them,
with movements calm

I look at him, see his lovely smiles
This is happiness, will go for miles

Then suddenly I wonder
Deeply ponder

My poetry is always grumpy
Trying to overcome the sulky

Coz when I am happy
I am just super thrilled

Like the meadows
Unfolding the rainbows

Like beauty to the breath
And joy to the sight

Filled with words
Don’t know which one to write

Its not that I am sad
I just write when I am mad

Coz when I am happy
I am living each moment

Preserving the moods,
The Happyness quotient

Dated: Sept 7, 2014

My friend asked me why do I write sad poetry more often than I write happy ones – hopefully he knows now – this is why!
Would also want to mention that the words ‘Happyness’ comes from the movie ‘Pursuit of Happyness’. Simply loved the idea behind NOT spelling it right deliberately (:


Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj