Paper Plane

With a fluttering heart in tow
and wings of paper stretched out
I set flight
and flew right to the place
I should not have ever gone
to the middle of a storm
and got strung hither to thither
I left my  heart right there
it beats for you to this day

Turn Turn Turn

Ever saw a boy
who was it all for you from the first sight on
I always wonder why
you fall in love
and it is all a lie

If it seems like you have reached your end
believe that there is a curve you're yet to see
and all you do is make that swift turn
turn turn turn
turn when it is all a lie

Trivial

Am I to be somehow this way,
or am I to be free and someother way.
Am I a tethered kite and better this way,
or am I to be a bird that leaps and flies away.
Am I a worm that gets to the ocean only if as a bait,
or am I to be the fish that falls prey, to the former bait.
Are somehow this way and some other way
in some way the same anyway?

Someday

Someday it will rain,
forcing this pain- all down the little nooks and drains,
split it to infinite drops that can not be put back.

Someday there will be light,
shining on my darkest dreams.
These tears will catch fire and crumble
and fierce winds will blow them away- from my sight .

Somewhere in the world
I will find a place,
that will deliver me to peace.
I will be untouched
 by your cold indifference.

 someday I will be lost,
amidst the echoes of this silence
these that reverb across a million miles
and it wouldn't matter to you
that i am gone!

Passion

What seemingly is my life
is an utter mess
without you.
My essence, and very existence,
-how could anything be,
without you.
How each moment, and
every little breath
as if intoxicated,
heave of you.
My strife- against this world,
my passion, and the pain I bear
belong to you;
This thirst can quench
solely by you.
My every thought
is of you.
Every moment, and
every little breath
as though addicted
heave of you.
Am I anything but you?

yesterday's ghosts

Lores spoken in whimsical prairies

by the dark cold walls in fragrant breaths

of incandescent thoughts sifting thin air

clenching at souls that remained

with will of stone, penance for curse of death

they swept through cadavers empty and abysses alike

wishing for just a minuscule of time

to at-least once feel, as they did before.

Thoughts

Thoughts are vile mosaics

incomplete yet pure

boasting of an addling color galore

and whimsies of an un-tethered kite,

midst winds of countless skies.

they make you believe, they are here to stay

as you cuddle in the comfort of their shade

they frolic in your disarray!

Just a bit scared

 

I  am just a little riddled

in the maze of  life,

looking for the light of love,

I am all alone now.

I am scared I'll never know,

the right way out.

I tried to close me eyes,

and forget you.

still would like to know

if you look at her

as you did at me,

I tell myself I don’t care enough,

but I guess it’s a lie

 cause its too much

to get lost in the moment of past,

cos I'm a fool still in love

I am so scared I’ll never know

any way out!

A stone's life

Picture courtesy: David Sokoh

bringing alive at touch,

the fresh nip of wind swims through the bare neck,

the dainty hair, along the skin ablaze

cringes and bumps along the follicle.

A rush of blood reminds of the tenderness I wear,

beneath lies a crumpled, worn, and withered, much smeared child

unmoved, un-clued, betrothed to a  funeral pyre,

disenchanted to the lovers muse

to the musk of sweat beneath my own breasts

I need a holy chant,

to bring me to the former painted face,

the acceptable picture of a chaste saint.

let me not feel alive, my pride aside I pray

for to live means to sin

at suncrests and dusks alike

awakening me deep inside

a nip of wind, your touch alike

unrests my shameful soul unaware

Another day

So long a summer's haze,
remind me the bliss of younger days,
unfold the memories of the times we walked by the waves,
step on a step in each other's embrace.
The future i scripted in innocent days,
little I knew of destiny's tormenting ways,
as it cruelly turned those dreams a waste,
so i try to fill your void space
 not caring for the tears that were dried away
yet another summer's haze and another salty wave
today it is just, another day.

Expectations

What will you ask of a sea?
A sea that you made from your own tears and sweat

What of the sky can you ask?
A sky that you cannot touch or see

Why do you pray to the gods?
Those that men have created

 What can you ask even of a dream?
It shows you a glimpse of those which never come true
And silently walks away

Heaven on Earth

Angels have fallen,
emptied the skies.
beneath the clouds,
lay now the heavens.
Thousand tears shed
drenched us, the rain,
washing away our miseries,
ours, mere mortal's.

what remains now is
a fallen heaven,
in the hands of mere men,
who do not have an eternity
to hate, or to make things right,
not even fully to live or to love.
what they have is- now.
Now there is
a heaven in their hold,
and a hell to make.
And so they try
the mortals!

By name - Cream

I am the color cream,
the dull light beam,
they might not notice me,
I am subtle like dream.
Splash me with a color,
and I prime,
make it look better,
lend it the fame.
I am color cream,
you will remember me b’cause I am dim.

Silently...

Days went by

silence was all we heard.

no one ever said much,

I did not either.

I don't remember hearing

voices of people I lived with.

sometimes I talked to me

to remind myself of the sound of me.

It was like a norm

that was dictated,

silently.

We seemed to follow it

unquestioning and awkwardly,

day after day for every unchanging year

that passed by us,

silently.

Sometimes the cutlery, clinkered,

apart from the click of the clock's hands.

I heard the cars that drove by at distance

the fast ones from the slow.

I even heard on occasions

strangers whispering by the corner of the lane.

or may be I imagined that in my happy dream

when we wanted someone to speak

we switched on the tv.

I wondered if we were growing

oblivious to the obvious silence,

silently.

I wasn't ,

I ran away,

far from home,

silently.

Dream

O' wanderer that seeks me at night,
our secrets lay untold, in closed eye.
name I not know yours, you not mine,
yet your words rumble in my mind.
your mind wiggles never in order at any time,
not one story or a pattern to see,
of dis-chorded whims and whine.

tears trickle down my unaware skin,
a giggle parts my innocent lips,
brows squiggle in unattractive drifts,
how you abet me to resign to such tricks?

still I will look for you,
silent nights, I crave you.
O wanderer seek me at night,
I am at the lover's wine, there by the sea,
On full moon nights and crescent delights,
you know where to come, home.
move not a finger, fetch me by your thought.

Vikram Seth

The only guy crush I seem to have sustained for almost a decade now is Vikram Seth. the clarity with which his poetry speaks is encapsulating and warmingly innervating , for me Seth is a must read, re- read and yea that degree of adoration!

I have never met him in person , never have had the good fortune to be present in any book discussion or reading, hey but look what I have got here, one of Vikram's lecture

http://richmedia.lse.ac.uk/publicLecturesAndEvents/20100318_1830_friendshipAndPoetry.mp3

(Inspired by) Phantom of Opera

Remember your promise to me
beloved don't you, quit on me.
my soul's nightingale,
don't sing, your heavenly chants,
put me to sleep, wear your wings,
leave me in slumbers deep.
my window to the colors of a day,
don't leave now, me in this disarray,
kill me if you wish, with your song,
with your love's blade,
you know you can,
because,with you my heart lays a slave.

Price to pay

To walk the forbidden maze,
to see beyond known,
even if it were a try,
the price to be me,
is to give away
every last bit,
anything I hold mine.
sometimes I fear
this will not do,
to catch my dreams,
I wont be enough,
which like a fairy cloud
faintly dingles,in skies of hope,
remains evasive,throwing echoes,
calling me, calling in loops aloud.
Have I,wandered too far?
can not remember why or where,
home has lost its flavor,
of its nature,inane character,
should I let fear drive
while I give up on me?
to dream is a gift
but will it befit me?
Then again I often ask,
to drift away,
from your own truth
is it not to push away
life to soot?
hoping it will not,
knowing it would,
take the whole of me
even if it were a try
I stand as I should
alone, yet bloody good.

Happy place

Take me to a place where,
eyes rest in chambers of sleep,
mind eases in to dreams,
dreams grow wings
and fly across seas,
and I wake up to your warm embrace.

Let me...

meet your eyes
seek those lies
let me try,
O let me try.

let me in your
darkest nights
lonely beds
of sweet desires.

Walk with me
under twinkled skies
shadows twined
your soul pristine
only mine.