Blow me up

a feeling is there

and there are no words to display

and I suffocate among innumerable words

let me breathe for a while

after that am all yours

entangle me and kill me

by your sheer whispering words

of love.

To Nayantara

I wrote in a pensive mood

of bees, flowers and the

insane me.

I wrote about rainbows

and the misty mountains

and the promises he made during

the monsoon rains.

I wrote about floods

and the soaked heart

and the overflowing witty river.

I wrote about lovers and

their lovelorn hearts,

about you, them

and people lost in translation.

And then I got lost in

the jungle

of bitter phrases

Nayantara, come help me find a better way..

lets blame it on the weather

The weather is good today
Makes me wonder a lot
About butterflies, flowers and rainbows
And about you

Thinking what you are doing
Whether your beloved is by your side
Are you holding hands?
Or lying together side by side

I sit on the parapet of my window
With a pen caught between my lips
Thinking of a line or two to write
Definitely not about you.


The sky is cloudy,
The moon is not hidden
It has just forgotten to rise
The stars
Well they are too lazy today

The wind blows my hair
And covers a part of my face
The young boy next door smiles
A silly smile

All seem nice today
Even the funny dog that
Sleeps on the roof
Is it the weather that turns me mad
Or it is just you?

Doesn’t matter
The weather is too good anyway.

colours.

inspired
I wrote of colours,
blue, pink, orange, red and
many more like them
depicting each of them with an adjective
and with a mood
and then I stopped
finding it inadequate...

and from that day still now
I am searching for a particular colour
that could depict you
all I am left with black and white...

alas! I have no adjectives left for them.

Far Apart

as we walked in the rain
as the droplets pierced us
I felt you again and again
as if we made love

the droplets cleaned us
yet we melted into the fathoms
of unknown longing
silence covered us
for we spoke with our eyes

sometimes hand in hand we walked
when nobody saw,
sometimes far apart
to keep away from stranger's eyes

love brought us together
but it is only for love
we walked on the opposite sides
as we reached our destined places


yet it is destiny that has brought
us together
will bind us in our bonds of
words, tears,flesh, blood and emotions
and we meet again and again
to part
for we are for each other
always and never
for we must stay far apart...

Freedom

it's that time of the hour
and i head home
it's going late
and dark
am a little tired
homeward I run
only to find myself lost
there's another road which leads
to you
I turn back
and reached the point I
started from.

I neither belong to my home
nor to you now
it's time
I set myself free...

the old oak room at Dehra

It was an old oak room in Dehra
a room with a fireside
'simmering on a slow burning fire
in our dance within a burning room'
we get burned in our pleasures
as everything around us got burnt.

the wine glasses laid as it was
as we drank from our eyes
were we drunk it's hard to tell
for the love we had
and the lust we displayed
our bodies glowed from
the light of the fireside
as it rained outside
it rained in our hearts too.

time stood there
motionless it was
there was no past, present or future.

and
I stop here too
as the oak room in Dehra doesn't exist
it is but just a dream
a dream that I sometimes live...