Understated

In a used car lot……..

We fucked _________!!!

In blissful moment.

A million times…

A statement understated

An action……

Underestimated.

I loved it

Ready to relive

A million times

The bliss…..that moment.

Bliss ---- I called it

Heaven ---- some called it.

Morning awaited

Night to revive

All of it just…..

UNDERSTATED !!!

and I still got fucked in the used car lot….!!!

[one of the first poems by Adarsh....cheers !!!!]

A Fool…..ME

Oh take me away….

Oh take me not…!!!

Grant me one last minute

Give me that one last chance.

To scribble the last few lines

To wrap up life in those handful words

May be to see how it feels

May be to see how she feels.

I know not the reasons

I got no excuse

Just one last wish

To wrap up life in

Those handful words.

Funny it seems, for

Funny the way it is

Who gives a damn

After I’m gone……

A few days of pain

A few showers of tears

A few years for the dearest

A life long loss for 

who gave me a Life…..

But then again….they hit me

They hit my mind

Beat my thoughts

And I sitting here

More lost than ever

Confused than anyone

Baffled questioning

Why this piece

Why that Last wish ?

Why that care?

Why you ?

Why that care For you?

Why not live for whom I owe

A Life…..where I met you…..

Why shiver and crave

For your arms around me

Than the touch of those

Fingers, that supported

and taught me to walk

Why do I miss you ?

the one Who made me fall

Than who made me stand

And look upto you….

More lost than ever

Confused than anyone

Baffled questioning

Why this piece

Why that Last wish ?

I sit here…

Beating my thoughts

Hitting my mind

Altering my life

Changing my present.

Meeting her again

Seeing that smile

I smile too

But with a difference

Of Indifference

She hits …

But for a second

And once again I shake and smile

And say…..

What a fool…..

Fuck that last piece…..

I deserve it not….

Something she would never care for.

Nothing she ever cared for......!!!!

Shall pick you up soon

Oh words....

To bead you up 

Into a beauty

And not a wreath

For shaken i stand

From that dream

Caring the same way

But just for those

Where care for me prevails.


PS : One more feather to the cap.....original piece written by Adarsh.
cheers  Aaadiiii ....!!!!

Dunno WHY ???

Life taking its own course…….time taking its own route……driving Life and driving her, when suddenly she decided to change and she knew she could,  foreseen already what it would be like.

So there she began, made up her mind…made herself strong…..packed her bags….and just hit the road, leaving everything way back.

So strong…..so confident…..so positive….so adamant to be nothing but happy she pulled the gears, raised and accelerated her car. What a beautiful journey ……what an adventurous drive….tasting every aspect she EVER aspired…dreamt….wished…cherished…to have not once but for good to be a part of her being…her life.

A journey though good to begin with…….engulfing each emotion……every commotion…..complexities…drama….bitter sweet moments….tides and ebbs……everything everything…..that she had foreseen and even more that she could ever dream off.

She drove incessantly without losing the spirit that she had generated. The journey full of tears…..sorrows…began……missing…..weeping…..but the spirits she gathered again and decided to change …..just the way she had decided…..time that she changed for herself….life that she began carving out of each of those seconds.

Pure selfishness at its power for a change making all the involved beings an individual and making them rediscover themselves……so sunny those days….so cloudy those evenings…….so warm those sleeps.....in the cold nights……so colourful the clouds…so GrEEn….that life……

The car running with time in a different fashion……so lost in her happiness……she forgot that everything runs on some energy……and that she was exhausting too…….but just alike others she too completely ignorant or lost to the facts kept the zeal and excitement at their peak.

Just then the journey halted….for the car ditched…since she was cold towards it. The poor body ran out of fuel……and now she stuck with her on a lonely road…….

Trying to enjoy the bare mountains….she now sketches in the sand…...dances with the dried twigs…..she is forcing happiness……many  days……few months….living without laughter…chuckle warmth…..a feeling of belonging…..she now learning……

To make the river her friends……who has a life very similar to hers……and back to SQUARE ONE…… she decides to change but just with a difference that this time she is failing to foresee……it’s a lot more effort….a lot more pain……a lot more…..of many things she still is blinded to…!!!!! 

No More

With the rising ray

Beginning my day

Open my eyes

With a smile

Feeling you there

Sleeping by my side

With the stars twinkling

Moon shining

I lie alone gazing

Suddenly, a curve blends

And I smile

When in no time

I find myself

By your side

I hear, that laughter

Those chuckles and giggles

And with them

The reality whispers

Sleep my love

For I am gone

No more there

To spend and share

I then freeze

Mind just shuts

Holding myself tight

I sleep away past

And thus pass the night

The day again

Hits my face

I take up tasks

With a smiley mask

Waiting for it to end

And meet you again.

Why……???

Questions, queries

Answers, replies

Expectations, realisations

If that’s what you want,

If that’s what is needed,

If that’s what,

The time is asking for?

Are you alright?

If that’s what, you need,

For a question……

Certainly, it feels miserable,

If that’s what, you want,

As an answer……

Shrunk into the depths,

The depths of guilt

If that’s where, you expect,

Me to be

The sound of silence,

If that’s what, you want

Me to hear

Infinite darkness,

If that’s what, you want

Me to see

Lips zipped, hands tied,

Cursed, shaken by you

I lay beside,

Agonised, praying,

To my dreams, whispering

I know you,

You share the same,

Then why?

Why this pain?

This trouble?

Let the cloud burst

Pour out the rain

Make that old sound

Making each second

A memory profound.


---- This piece of writing is a joint venture of aadi and myself.
thanks a tonne aadi for getting me to this :)

The Bitter-Sweet

In the beginning,

THE END.

The story still began_____

No past, no future,

Just a present,

The gifted moment.

Blazing brilliance,

Silvery radiance.

Living two lives,

Living it wise.

Twinkling stars,

Morning rays,

Evenings, noon,

Merged soon.

Watered innocence,

Fragrant freshness,

Blossomed each night.

The suppressed child,

Grew with each fight.

Few ups and

Few downs

Hung ups – Tie ups,

They still moved on.

Living two lives,

Living it wise

No past, no future,

Just a present, present.

Learning, discovering,

Realising, transforming,

Confused, tired,

Exhausted, retired.

Amidst_______

The whisky, whispers,

And_________

The silent murmurs.

Holding close,

Holding tight,

Pulling down,

Drenched and drowned.

To sway again,

In the pouring rain,

and 

the rising ray.

In the second part,

Living better half.

Spreading the joy,

Living contended.

Savouring all,

Especially, the unintended.

No past, no future,

Just a present, present.

Living two lives,

Living it wise.

Dwelling in time,

Time that ripened,

and

Slipped off the hands

Alike dry sand.

Unsaid, said,

Undone, done.

Living two lives,

Flocked and flew.

With________

A new beginning

In__________

THE END.

हूँ यहाँ , हूँ वहां...........

सारा सन्नाटा 

खुद में समेंटे 

जी रही हूँ यहाँ,

एक हंसी लेके 

उन पलों के सहारे 

जी रही हूँ ,

जी रही हूँ,

यहाँ , हूँ वहां,

उन पलों में ,

समेंटे थे ख्वाब ,

वोह खुशियाँ,

उन पलों की सच्चाई,

किसी पल का अरमान था,

याद नहीं आती,

क्यूंकि-----

उन्ही में यहाँ

मै जी रही हूँ,

किन्तु,

दर्द होता है,

जब दूर-----

टिमटिमाते तारों में,

खुद को नहीं पाती हूँ,

इंतज़ार है एक बार,

फिर से उस बहार का

युहीं समय काट रही हूँ,

हूँ यहाँ ,

हूँ वहां.