Parting

11th December, 2006

I know you have to go...
....you'd have stayed....
....................................if you could.
But still..
..I call out to you
....beg you to stay...
................................I donno why??

I know you love me..
...and you always wanna keep me happy...
.......no matter what..
But still..
..I'm crying today..
......and it's kinda b'coz of you.

I know ...
...what's right, what's wrong.......
But then what do you do??
.............when you're helpless..
...........................................clueless
................................and in total distress??

Why did you...
...........love me so much, darling??
Why did you
.............come so close??
Why did you merge
..............right into my soul??
When you had to say good' bye.

Falling in love and then loving someone..
..departures, miss-yous and then reunions..
smiles, laughter, memories and tears..
..seconds, minutes, hours and years..

Distance of even an inch, pinches me so hard..
Imagine,
how it kills me, to be miles apart
My darling, my love, sweetheart..
How are we gonna survive, living apart??
Don't prick the needles again..
the last ones have , healed not yet..
A relapse, could be fateful.

Spirals

23rd November '06

Feels close to doom
.....................a damsel in dire circum

Night with stars
....................fail to glitter
...................................even with the spotlight
...................................................................of the moon

In the dark corners
........................hidden under sheets
......................................................it's a tear
............................................................that glistens stories

A tear not of sorrow
...................A tear not of pain
......................................A tear not even of happiness
A tear of a nature unknown

A special day,
............A moment gone by,
...............................A day which is yet to come.
A thought,
...........A scare,
.................A nightmare,
..............................A fear of the unknown.
A faith,
.........A trust,
..............A soulmate,
..........................A love,
.................................A wait prolonged.

The tear,
...........A single tear,
.............................GLISTENS.

Li'l Scribbles

October '06

**** He was my friend....now, he's Brutus.

****The pain crossed the point....now, It gets me high.

**** There are three kinds of ppl..
one, who like you;
two, who don't like you;
and three, who don't know what to do with you.
I find the last kinds, Interesting.

**** I Don't wanna reach the highest points and the high peaks of life....
....I just wannna
.............truly, deeply, totally.......get under the surface.

The Night Waits

14th August'05

When the sun goes down..
..and the birds are back in 'bodes...
And when the sky of the dusk doesn't darken..
..but glows, redder and redder............................................................

I hold in my hand..
................................a li'l diya...
...a shimmering, glimmering, flickering flame..
...an ode to the sindoori beauty, night.

She peeps through her bridal finery and then again shies away..
She's quiet, doesn't speak.... but her breathing gives her away....
She pulls her dupatta all over herself, yet again...and gets lost in her thoughts..
She waits with faith, counting the stars she adorns...

She waits..
...........She waits..
....................She waits..
motionless....noiseless.....just so quiet........
But just as the dawn breaks....
.............she whispers........."why?"

My Caravan on The Road

13th October '06

The echo of silent strings
and the core black transcends...
A night without u..
turns so long..................

A time when people sleep
an opportune to be home..
tucked under covers,
safe and sound.................

My home I cannot see..
and a sleep which does not sleep...
Traversing the tips of continents...
My home, My Caravan...
on a journey
without me.................

Deadly Dreams

24th August '06

A wish to commit murder
A wish to be an outlaw
A wish of guns and bullets
.....a terrorist dream...

To hear the silent screams
And drench in salty rain
My motto is to kill
...families, dreams, desires and me...

My mission is supreme
My mission I donot know
Freedom, I think it is
.....and mass murder is the thing to do....

Homicide homicide homicide..
Bombs and blasts and terror..
A li'l child's orphaned
A mother's barrened
A guy just lost his legs
.................it's moving, it just moved...........
A house is burned
Some dreams are buried forever
....................but it's breathing.....
....................see, I'm a terrorist.......
...................My dreams came true.......

Rock-a-bye-baby on the tree top.....

18th August '06

Kept dreaming through the stars
into the eyes of unknown galaxies,
A dirty mesh of guarded thoughts..
a stingy liver in a pool..
a pen and a pencil, big..
and a ringless cordless phone...
A notebook and a gawky silence..
silence broken by unheard writing..
A writing skewed and scrawling..
a writing gone crazy.
A being unanswered relents in the background.
No questions it had posed,
but answers it awaited,
and then lost among the rain clouds
its existence lay misted......
Drip and Drop...
and lots of rumbles-crumbles...
Rock-a-bye-baby on the tree top.....................