Wednesday, December 9, 2009

It’s so true...



When the mountains are covered in snow,
The river freezes too.
When thee melt
I overflow with you.
When thee stand in the blazing sun
I too, at thy base burn.
Still be the scintillating wine
Struggling within, yet i shine.
Just to give you,
Some soothing time.
In thy feet
Is my abode.
But --------
Are you so far.....so high,
That you notice...
Neither my glee nor my sigh.
It’s still so very true...
We are souls one,
And body two.

Thursday, November 26, 2009


'An emotion is a fantasy until said,
lust when used, 
special when confessed
but transforms into love only 
with culmination all the three acts.'

Friday, October 30, 2009

ek raaha..



Ek raaha par mein chali thi,

ek raaha mil gayee,

baatcheet jab hui,
dosti ho chali.
dost ko pehchaana jab
samay saath tha
jhalkon mein sachchai se,
akele milwata tha.
sachchai se jab pyaar hua
raftar badh gayee.
gati aur shoonyata ki doori ghat gayee.
bahtaa raaha samay
zindagi bhi badhti rahi.
dosti ki aad mein
sachchai chipti rahi.
dost ne nibhaaya farz,
maujood mehfil se anjaan.
uthaaya parda sachchai se,
taaliyaan saath thein.
kintu, usi gadgadaahat mein,
bhavnaaein tatpar dab gayein.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

The clock ticked for 11:00 pm. Trying hard to sleep with lyrics whispering in my ears..... 'everything we have....' just when i happened to say 'everything we have is now all that we had shared....!'
a thought struck too isn't love an act that is very much like a forceful drinking session?
                                   You get sloshed when you decide to and not when you are conscious about the act?

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Cosmos : Smitten


Sun off his marks
Moon ready with the sparks.

By moon a relieve divine
A siesta succeeding the shine.

The mountains kiss
The black mist.

Clouds roar
Gently pour.

In the pursuit of the bole
Are branches, their inner soul.

Spirits of the waves high
Smoothly river glides by.

In the breeze grasses sway
Kindle kisses and glide away.

To demonstrate it once more
Vigour, oomph and tempt in store.

Mollified is the sapless valley
A fertile galeas smites its alley.

The stalk flower fondles
Savouring strokes is the frozen peduncle.

The earth___
Yearning for the pour.
Crave for the waves,
The dry shore.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

The Sweet Wine


Remember i can no dates,
But____
Forget i neither can


That countenance,
Those expressions,
That flaunted thy face.


That exhibition,
Thy locution,
Together they perch
On the lids of my eye.


On the brim
As the lids sit
On the trot
Are thou those exhibits.


Mind enters
Spirit enrols
In a world
In a realm
Spawned by my soul.


The domain of felicity
Where___
Gaiety pervades energy
And
More of these
Have their homes
In our vicinity.


But___ just when
The fusion ceases
The flaps flare
Eyes fill up
And___
Floating in the fluid
I find you.


Tears brim over
Drops desperate to dive.


But___
Dare not even a few.
For,
Slipping over cheeks
With them,
Rolling would be you.


Stored in one piece
In one corner of my eye
All turned to wine
Which is why
Now shine, my eye.


The salty tears
Began tasting sweet
The mind didn’t notice
Nor did it bother to find.


But___
The drops will dive
At the glimpse of the harbour
The harbour___ thy shoulder.


The dauntless drops
Passenger of the present
Know ___ no future
Yet ready are___ to venture.


First___ on thy shoulder
An abridged adventure
And then on thy palm
They’ll die calm.


Within those lines
That i called mine
They’ll breathe last
With the pain
Not to be born again.


Never again
To incite that pain.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

WHAT'S NEXT



                                             ambience pitch dark,
                                     carnal love - the only spark.
                                     throws spark a ray of desire,
                                heat of which 'll make you perspire.


                                          respire : - : perspire
                                          but fulfill thy desire.
                                       desire: how it's defined?
                                                lust is it or-
                                     love in a form more refined.




                                           await pillows those-
                                               gentle pushes.
                                          desparate are sheets-
                                               for developing,
                                             uncertain creases.


                                              a cool fresh dew,
                                              a hot vapour new.
                                              are the souls two!
                                              a   strong   desire-
                                              ignites carnal fire.


                                              those moments few,
                                             if all they could chew.
                                               it  would   all  start,
                                                 arrow would kiss -
                                                  it's destined dart.


                                         door to bed a journey divine.
                                         on thy feet are placed mine.
                                               thy arms on my waist
                                               closeness   tempting -
                                               thee - me   to    taste.
                                        ah! a halt here will be haste,
                                   pace slow:-:trust is not a time waste.


                                            balance    move    each,
                                            made us  finally   reach,
                                            the summing up station,
                                            the   luring   destination.


                                          just there the carpet ditched,
                                          both of us right there slipped.
                                          god's  move seemed that slip,
                                        an awesome way to end this trip.


                                                 the enticing sheet,
                                                 and struggling feet.
                                                my head on arms thy,
                                         a look alike that makes me shy.


                                                    my bosom rests-
                                                   besides thy chest.
                                                 arms on thy rib zone
                                                 fingers  flirting with -
                                                         the bones.


                                                 underneath the quilt,
                                                 are  settling  strands.
                                                 no  thoughts  of guilt,
                                                       what's next?
                                                 did thee understand?

Happy Ending......


The day has come
The time just arrived
The waves finally rose
To engulf me
To carry me away
Amidst its darkness
To a land
To a desert
Or will they just
Drop me somewhere
And recede to their bed
Leaving me lost
No clue I have
Nothing left to think
Mind incapable of pondering
Senses gone numb
Eyes wide open
Vision- the nothingness
Sight –blank
Expressions lost
Lost in the newly
Found futile future.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

If______


if i could say_______
if i could say__________
kept lingering on my mind
until now when i realized,
'i can say'    but  
just want   'you'
to take that chance.
so read my mind
read the findings
read b/w those lines.
implement them 
as you've been
my unsaid thoughts
read them aloud.
before time sways away
                or
i take away that chance!!!

Open Window


Opened a window
Shut another
To see something new
To discover the self
To experience newness
In the being , in the life
Collected the past
For introspection
No lamentation
A look of search
An expression of curiosity
Is all that now my eyes bear.
 Hands on the sill,
Body stretched out,
Absorbing the freshness
Receiving enlightenment from the sun
A calmness from the moon
A rigorous urge
A blissful patience
The hands stretch out no more
Yearning and craving
Just supporting my being
They await the time of -
Touch of the compatible soul.
At far I see someone
Someone I do not care for
Yet the care for me
Prevails there.
An aperture to my future
  The open window.

Friday, October 9, 2009

MY BABY



                  weary , tired , forlorn. mind wide open , eyes red , tongue or a scissor , hand mine pen or sword. but the heart closely shut. emotion a remote companion or is it suppressed in the soul or bloood it is running within me , making me function , survive , smile , reminding of the past. not just the reminders they are though.
                  every evening it sleeps with my mind. fucks , fucks and fucks it too badly giving birth to immature babies of tears. bloody shitty things do not even roll over me. I want my baby to touch my skin , feel me up , caress my fingers , wet my nails , lick my cheeks , drown me my baby within thee .
                    tell thy father to fuck me not so many times but once just once but royally , proudly and giving birth to a good amount of thee. cold you'd be i know but i shall give thee my warmth , if at all it's left within my heart. shall give you my passion if it has been dumped somewhere in the subconscious without my notice . but please i want u to feel me , engulf me in thy chill , want to freeze now , at least then if he fucks me , it would be his pleasure not my pain . to loose i'll be having nothing . my visions merely forseeing the career . visions present absence of sight , look , love. my fingers rove not caress , my heart stiff my body touched . does it actually matter to your dad dude ?
                      don't you want to be born too . born after fucking your ma for such a long span , to die in much less time than that , for......... i do not want my child to be called an orphan . because after thy birth another me will be born . to be happy again , to live not fall  ( in love ) this time.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

The Unsaid--------------


Enlightened mind
Blissed soul
Calm thoughts
Sail all the way
Each thought
Upturning into smiles
Heart beats at their peak
A rhythm in the body
A solace i see
A peace i want
A want i deserve
From________
The flights i flew
 The walks over waters
Wanderings in woods
Imaginations of moon
I now walk
Over those dry leaves
The frozen waters
The damp sand
Under my feet
The chills after the heat
The poise after the waves
The glitter after the blaze.
The eyes shine
The eyes smile
The eyes say
The words unsaid.