Mihir Kamat

Tag: thoughts

  • Drunk

    I hold a glass, half-empty
    With a heart half full –
    A match made in heaven.

    I sink my first one;
    It burns over melting ice
    Sparking my tongue tip
    Leaving a halo of bitter sweetness

    Adventurous; I pick up another
    Guzzle it down like water
    Attempt to drown emotion
    In an alcoholic flood
    Giving it time to let me feel
    Light headed, open-minded
    Like I need a hug

    I try another one, slowly this time
    As I drink with my eyes first
    Then my mouth; enjoying the moment,
    Savoring the taste,
    Being one with its smooth body
    As the liquid caresses my throat
    Filling my heart with inner peace.

    Like everything in the world
    That looks so much more beautiful
    Through my intoxicated eyes
    As rules go out the window.

    Okay, maybe all but one –
    No spilling!

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
  • Wrinkles

    Wrinkles

    Her quiet eyes still look on
    Validation all they seek
    Autumn’s gone; tomorrow beholds
    More frigid, morose, wintry days

    Those wizened hands are outstretched wide
    Revealing tales of days gone by
    Pausing; waiting for a moment
    Craving blissful sanctity

    Her face is crinkled; yet so elegant
    And may be fifty years ago
    A single wrinkle flashed her face
    Smile adept at melting stone

    But now the wrinkles pile on up
    Adorn her aging, graceful visage
    Each facial line an honest reminder
    That outer beauty is always short-lived;

    Her eyes, though, tell a different story
    Speak volumes of inner allure
    And wrinkles add to the shrouded charm
    So wondrous, pleasing to the eyes.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat

    Inspired by today’s prompt – Eye of the Beholder.
    Image courtesy of Google.

  • Tango

    Tango

    The music plays on in the background
    So gentle and serene, yet captivating
    Both feet already catching the bug
    Sway to the tune
    Like a snake charmed by a haunting cadence.

    Playful eyes tiptoe into the moonlight
    Trying to catch another set
    And arrest their attention.
    The gaze wanders across the room
    And rests until it finds
    Another set of feet moving,
    Dilly dallying alongside the beat.

    The eyes like what they see,
    Inspecting their owner.

    Our gazes collide, delicately
    As you shy away, but there’s no going back
    For us both feel the connection
    That the rhythm imposes on us

    We try to pull out all the stops
    And give in to this urge,
    As we hold each others hand
    A sea of humanity watches in delight
    While our bodies sway to musical finality.

    After all,
    It takes two to tango.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat

    Image courtesy desktopnexus.com.

  • Dreaming

    Dreaming

    The eyes keep on getting smaller
    Going down without a fight
    The body lies in wakeless slumber
    Deeply in the dwindling light

    Forces unknown drive me yonder
    Knowing not where I’d arrive
    A moment’s notice left to ponder
    Bits of magic come alive

    Taken to lands far and distant
    Time is lost with every stride
    Armed with the care of a new-born infant
    Filled with happiness inside

    I walk on; pillowy clouds they show
    A splendid sun, it gleams of gold
    So gently iced with wintry snow
    Mountains stand, their wisdom old

    And hark, I hear her call to me!
    That wily temptress; Goddess of sin
    My eyes take in her sparkling radiance
    Emanating from within

    She beckons me with all her might
    I give in to this sweet surrender
    Mesmerizing, lovely, bright
    A flying kiss she blows so tender

    Alas! Her spell is broken; I’m free
    As my eye meets the first sunlight
    The heart still wanting, thirsty, needy
    Trying hard to put up a fight

    But it’s time to go; time to wake up
    Time to start a brand new day
    Time to run, to hurry up
    Time to walk the weary way

    I know I won’t have to wait so much
    For soon it will be that time again
    To embark on a journey with a magic touch
    A voyage, maybe, in the rain?

    Dreams are an avenue to fulfill the life
    We try to live, but aren’t living
    Why worry when you could spend the night
    So peaceful; blissfully dreaming?

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat

    Image courtesy desktopnexus.com.

  • Checkmate

    Checkmate

    Last dark day in the sunset
    Living under the shadow of death
    Knives and daggers drawn, at the ready
    A moment’s notice to exhale

    His troops lined up; the general in position
    For one last brave attempt
    He silently hopes; nay prays
    For a miracle
    But he knows the end is near.

    No sight of food or water for days
    And memories of loved ones
    Slowly fading away
    Like that ounce of strength
    That was here just a minute ago.

    You could hear a pin drop
    As not a soul breathes…
    The warriors wait with bated breath
    Await their turn to make a tryst with destiny
    Or simply bite the dust.

    Alas! The light changes; cornered!
    Trapped like vermin in a carefully placed net
    Outwitted by the crafty foe

    Shoulders drop
    Helmets feel heavy
    Shields unnecessary for what’s in store
    Their fate known in advance.

    No place to run or hide; just die
    Pierced like an ugly pin cushion.

    Checkmate.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
  • Me

    Me

    I have many names, faces, personalities
    A mother, a sister, a wife, a daughter
    I’m a lawyer, a teacher, a philosopher, a friend
    A human being.

    Yes, I am a human being
    Just like anyone else
    And I refuse to be treated
    Like trash thrown on the street

    Enough of lies
    The truth needs to be heard
    And it’s better out in the open
    Than after when it’s too late.

    Why should I cover up
    What you think you don’t like
    Or perceive as negative
    Just because someone else thinks so?

    Sure, it won’t go down well
    I will turn a few heads
    And make a few enemies
    But I will be right.

    I’m not going to change
    My ways because
    They make me unpopular
    Or they are unpleasant
    To the blinded eyes
    Of centuries of tradition
    Or boundaries of faith
    that border on fear
    I’m not going to act
    In a certain way
    Because society “frowns” upon it

    Why are you so afraid
    To wake up and smell the coffee?
    Why should I change?
    Why should I
    Let go of what makes me happy,
    Or gives me a sense of contentment?
    Just because it doesn’t fit in
    Your narrow frame of mind?

    I cannot, will not
    Change what I am
    For this is what makes me

    Me.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat

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  • Why can’t I just get over you?

    Why can’t I just get over you?


    (verse one)
    Not a single moment passes me by
    I’m losing the plot of life
    No reason for me to stay
    Or wake up; to start my day

    (chorus)
    Can’t stop thinking about the things you do
    And every thought just makes me blue
    Please, why can’t I get over you?

    (verse two)
    I was just another regular guy
    And then you came into my simple life
    Your turned me right upside down
    Bringing me to come around

    (repeat chorus)

    (verse three)
    Every day and night I spend reminiscing
    How our eyes would meet; we’d end up kissing
    Now I want to run; just run away
    Far away from this dark shade of gray

    (repeat chorus)

    Please, why can’t I get over you?
    Why can’t I just get over you?

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
    Image courtesy Google.
  • In retrospect

    In retrospect

    The moment has passed
    That one you’ve been
    Waiting all your life;
    Your moment of truth
    Your chance to achieve greatness
    Your shot at eternal glory
    Or a final attempt to find yourself.

    But the moment has passed.
    You tried your best
    But it wasn’t good enough;
    Not what you expected
    You’ve clearly missed your mark.
    No glory
    No greatness
    No fame.
    Another name bites the dust.

    You try searching for a rewind button
    To make it all go away
    The pain
    The madness
    The ifs and buts
    The could be’s and would be’s
    But you can’t find it.
    Your time is up,
    The moment has passed.

    Now all that’s left
    Is the twilight of the past
    And vivid memories
    Stories of days gone by
    Experiences to forget
    Or simply learn from.

    Here is your rewind button.

    When in retrospect,
    Choose wisely.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat

    Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt – Retrospective

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  • One Way Street

    One Way Street

    I wrote this song in my early days as a writer, I found this tucked under some old posts. I’ve redone some lines to my liking.

    (verse one)

    I’d been living in the past, trying to hide the pain
    Holding on for dear life, crying in the rain
    Life was a nightmare, I’d see wide awake
    The loneliness and sorrow, was too much to take

    Then you came along, became more than just a friend
    I’d spend everyday, hoping the day would never end
    And while we’d sit, we needn’t say a word
    Your eyes were always begging to be heard

    (Chorus)

    I’m going fast, so fast
    Down this one way street
    I hope to run into you
    I hope you feel it too

    And it feels just right
    Me being here tonight
    I’m falling head over heels
    Head over heels, in love with you!

    (verse two)

    Would you show me some faith? What I have for you is deep
    Make you mine forever, a promise I vow to keep
    I finally found the reason, to turn my life around
    My ship caught in the storm, has found solid ground

    I wish to wake up to your lovely, radiant face
    Lose myself in your charm, your cozy, sweet embrace
    The more I have of you, the more I want everyday
    You’ve become like a drug to me, I just can’t stay away

    (repeat chorus)

    Head over heels, in love with you!

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
  • There’s always hope

    There’s always hope

    He keeps a picture of his wife
    Finding comfort in her eyes
    Their marriage ended long ago
    His friends kept saying, “I told you so”

    But he laughs it off with a candid smile
    ‘Coz he still wants to reconcile
    Even though he’s on a slippery slope
    He’s hanging on because there’s still hope

    The waitress at the coffee shop
    She serves a hundred; daily, non-stop
    But every day her mind still lingers
    She only wants to be a singer

    Her day will come, she tells herself
    As she keeps the cups upon the shelf
    She holds on tight to all her hope
    Maybe greatness is still within her scope

    The runner holds aloft his beer
    A broken knee once ended his career
    One day he was right at the top
    He felt like he would never stop

    But the crushing blow, much to his grief
    Stole everything like a greedy thief
    Yet his spirit still lies with the game
    Finding comfort, all the same

    Hope is naught but a silken thread
    For one day you’re alive, and another dead
    There may be good waiting in the wings
    A golden day for better things

    So don’t lose heart; don’t forget to breathe
    There’s more to life than what lies beneath
    And on days when it gets hard to cope
    Don’t fret my dear, there’s always hope!

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
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