फिर एक मोड़ आया है
फिर से
अभी तो निकले थे हम सफ़र पे
शुरुआत में ही मोड़ आया है
फिर एक मोड़ आया है
Tidings
7th Feb '11
Blue rivers
Crimson wounds
Come together,
It’s a purple world!
Conniving wishes
Splashing on dreams
Expectations brimming
Hitting the ceiling
Green meadows
Sweet smelling flowers
Inviting craving
Circumstantial denial!
Yellow sunshine
Yellow lemon
Yellow allamanda
Yellow dirty eh?
Before dawn ramblings
7th January '11
coming back
is desired
coming back
isn't easy
coming back
pains.
I write to you in verse
situation of my heart
which has a lot of love to give
but, there's a but in between.
Memories they play these games
take you back, again and again.
a simple day, some hours,
some conversations, some exploration..
a friendship we embarked
but we never saw where we really arrived
before parting.
coming back
is desired
coming back
isn't easy
coming back
pains.
I write to you in verse
situation of my heart
which has a lot of love to give
but, there's a but in between.
Memories they play these games
take you back, again and again.
a simple day, some hours,
some conversations, some exploration..
a friendship we embarked
but we never saw where we really arrived
before parting.
Fragmentary
6th January '11
A shadow that haunts me
sometimes just bursts into fragments of light.
If I'm not too careful, I might just be up in flames.
It lingers when I'm having a happy dream
with visions, with doubts that I could be happier still.
It's almost forbidden,
yet it finds its place exactly where it's to be not.
It's just a reflection, the real's far far away.
Still? So much power? So much attraction?
And that too in an abstract?
A smoke like thing which appears from nowhere
and then also dissolves into nothingness?
It's an incomplete thing.
It could be anything.
It's a thing ahead of itself
which just couldn't finish.
It's a shadow of an unfinished thing
which I hope to capture in poetry, in the least.
A shadow that haunts me
sometimes just bursts into fragments of light.
If I'm not too careful, I might just be up in flames.
It lingers when I'm having a happy dream
with visions, with doubts that I could be happier still.
It's almost forbidden,
yet it finds its place exactly where it's to be not.
It's just a reflection, the real's far far away.
Still? So much power? So much attraction?
And that too in an abstract?
A smoke like thing which appears from nowhere
and then also dissolves into nothingness?
It's an incomplete thing.
It could be anything.
It's a thing ahead of itself
which just couldn't finish.
It's a shadow of an unfinished thing
which I hope to capture in poetry, in the least.
Moon's Lullabye
last year's October's writing
October 1st '10
Moons' Lullabye
a bed of stars
a world of twinkling dreams
and my lover got lost
In the midst of the wilderness
my heart longed
for a straying lock
for a deep caress
the long lost notes haunt the sitar
the last kiss lingers venomously on lips
fingers restless
for you, the one whose not there
the bed of stars
spreads across the sky
the courtyard watches silently
October 1st '10
Moons' Lullabye
a bed of stars
a world of twinkling dreams
and my lover got lost
In the midst of the wilderness
my heart longed
for a straying lock
for a deep caress
the long lost notes haunt the sitar
the last kiss lingers venomously on lips
fingers restless
for you, the one whose not there
the bed of stars
spreads across the sky
the courtyard watches silently
See-Saw
November '10
misty mountains
serenades of sonnets
instantly spreading blotting ink
dropping drops of loneliness
drip drip drop drop
up you go
down you go
seesaw seesaw
mood swings
misty mountains
serenades of sonnets
instantly spreading blotting ink
dropping drops of loneliness
drip drip drop drop
up you go
down you go
seesaw seesaw
mood swings
where's my Julia?
17th October '10
Since when have I started to do with yellow light?
I’m a white light person.
But still my light bothers me now.
Maybe I need darkness, to see light.
Switch off.
Some moments were all I was creating
Before time flew the dust away
But the moments flew away
Even before the wind arrived.
Can’t stop time
Can’t even stop myself from trying to stop it
Now the trying is stopped
And that hurts even more.
Need to rekindle the spirit
Where’s my ‘Julia’ flame for me?
Or do I need to wait till 30 too?
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