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When the drops will have no smell
When the wet earth will not swell
With no joy or pain
When the creatures will refrain
From singing in rain
I’ll come to thee
To be and not to be.
I die to burn to be the ash
The vanity of thy body Yogini!
You die to be the perpetual fire
To be my offering to be my chant.
I talked about flowers, the breeze, the lyrics and the meters
She listened attentively to me
And silenced me with a sigh – just tell you love me!
…all I said this evening
just to say which I never ever said
I hate you!
… when there’ll be call you set out at once
You are the yatcht, the river and the sail
I know only to sing the songs of sweat
I’ll die the instant
You aye to be my fire wood
Could’nt in life, in death I caress you
I bloomed and you said let slumber be
I fell asleep only to know after awakening
There was union and you no more
Nothing is more than the first kiss
Nothing is less than the tears after
These evaporate so soon, that lingers so long.
I don’t know, ugly or beauty you are
I have never seen your face my love
You’re water mirror Narcissus I am
I remove my veil my love!
But do not say after it
That I have no face.
O the longing!
It comes uninvited
And remains the guest forever.
Neither I deserve your friendship nor your love.
And that is the real bliss still
That I’m in love with you, the only one.
… I have sold myself to you though you were not the buyer.
Come now, sit by my side if you wish to reconcile, the given, the taken.
I pray your Maths be good.
The morning is wet like your moist lips.
Wanna kiss, wanna bring sun, the warmth.
So I’ve eyes
So I’ve hymns
So I’ve taste
So we live
So we love.
When my pen is inkless, read my past words my friend!
I’m always with your endeavours albeit in an aloof way
When you break your silence, the curtain unfurls
That is the prayer you’ve been to me.
I’m passing the memory lane
Its red everywhere in the rain
The evening is landing on the droplets laiden face
Alas! I can’t smile you’ll be red again
And I’ll search for hew of shade now and then
O! that innocent smile with what, why and when
Again, please again
Silently I’ve passed the memory lane
Ah! the rain.
…and then he cut you to make me
It is not love, just a burning desire
To make you, the original you.
And for this if you call me God,
It is none of your fault.
I like the way you are!
Marks, small scars, some pigmentation on skin
Show that an adult you are
Who faced the life with the armour of strength and perseverance.
To make up like a child or a god’s blemish-less face –
It is fine not to appear like.
Only grownups have that darkish circle below eye
The pool where emotions leave the mark
Proclaiming that you cared for others
And for those who were near and dear ones.
I like sun patches on your skin
Colouring of your face and hands and the neck
Make you really like the moon of my nights
Someone who stood by side during bad days and dreams.
My love! please stop caring about the looks
Which they say should you look alike
Just watch in my eyes – the beauty you are!