The morning (mourning) after.

Still reverberates the crackle of your ringing laughter
It all feels so empty, the morning after
Swept and swabbed the dirt and the dust and the rubbish and the clutter
Pray, how do i sweep your sunshine, from this heart aflutter?
You were right here, i was mumble and mutter and stutter
Now that you are gone, i am a rag, torn and tatter/ed


The words so much like the flowing blood
Need a slash, a hurt to have me flood
You were the joy, now, you are the pain
My efforts to sweep you out, all in vain
Can't wish away this morning sunshine
Wonder when shall the tears rain?

Wintry Whirls..............

Maa,show me a warmer place..(no offense meant to you, of course)
My old cotton quilt, oh, the cuddliest embrace
Every morn, why make me feel,the hug is a disgrace?
After what struggle, i created the cosy space? My carapace!
And your efforts to have me displace/d?
Come, get in, it is almost an anaesthetising mace!.........................

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So comforting this abode of verse
Feel the words of the world very terse
The debates, the dialogues, a modern curse
But for the poems, the world would've been much worse
Silence any day for me , not the hollow words
Still, when the words escape, if loose are the strings of the purse
The echoes of silence, in my abode of verse, i nurse..........................................2.



Long back, stopped looking in the mirror
Can't look into my own eyes, sheer terror
No morals, no courage to go through the horror
Easier to sulk from self, until surer...................................................................3.

Word The Silence.

Come to me, we shall talk
Extinguish the candles, we shall walk
Make the night darker, come, live for broke
We shall light up the moon- to, love revoke

The silence between us, a stifling cloak
The longing, the love, a suffocating choke
The silence reverberates, echoes, yet not a croak
Words hide, flee, can't even hoke
Need the words, bind us, together- a yoke
The song of life needs words- we spoke
We shall hum and love-provoke
Kindle the life-soak.

It Is Still Vivid.....

The first, inadvertent brush of the finger
The goose bumps are still ginger
The fragrances still linger

The faceless crowd got increasingly blurred
Your face, a stand out,the eyes, then, never fluttered

The futility of concealing a smile
The dimple and the crimson blush
Let it all away by a mile
You needed more guile

Did you lift your eyes?
Those eyes! Purity wide shut!
The kohl, its enchanting line
And they say, intoxicating is the wine
This heart of mine
Somersaulted, flip-flopped to cloud nine......

Yes, i yearn for freedom
For this heart is your personal fiefdom
But sometimes i wonder
If it isn't a bliss to be a slave in your kingdom?

Not An Anecdote

Do you remember?

The first drawing on the yellowed paper
You drew the wavy water
I plonked the boat, steady, safer
You added the oar
I showed you the shore

Now,
I want us to float
Let us sail in that boat
The oar to tide over the moat
To a place in the sun so remote
Our lives-rewrote
Not a mere anecdote....

Meet The Unfamiliar....

Courage is the power to let go of the familiar
Stare in the eyes and confront the unfamiliar

The weather, treacherous
The sea violent-dangerous
The waves leaping to engulf-almost lecherous
The ship shall still navigate the tyrannosaurus

The sea has to roar
The waves have to soar
Courage is somber
The ship may be safe in the harbour
Hanover or Dover
Shall always sail the rough seas-never a push over
Time to take over
You, ready for walkover?

Wish You Were There...

Gale winds and then torrents of rain
Me at the open window-insane
With insufferable longing, heartache and pain

The certain knock at the door
I did hear your foot steps on the floor
The heart aflutter sans any moor
Only to find empty spaces and more stour
The bleeding heart left no spoor

We were sunk in the deep sea of love
Now, i am barely afloat in the torrents of tears
Please come, set my heart free of the fears

The unending loneliness, the deafening silence
An abundance of nostalgia- still wistful
A still evening and a gnawing night-a large fistful
Come back, make our lives-full.........

Love...........Simplified

Don't blame it on the law of gravitation
We fell in love because of the law of attraction
For us, we have risen in love
Thanks to the laws of buoyancy and evolution
The elation in love has rendered immense satisfaction
Call it a lifetime of gratification


Damn the theory of relativity
Our love-absolute, shall glorify the theory of infinity
Shall we call it the theory of eternity?
Or the practice of veracity?
Let us rewrite the laws of conformity
And restore the faith in conventionality.

Musings............

I do not pray to a friend I do not worship the equal And if YOU require worship YOU require obedience Then how are YOU-God?...................... Now a days my spirits are high Thanks to the great spirits flowing in me But i do worry now and then For men of great spirits like me Are at a higher risk When smaller souls rule the world....................... Why does dumbness live here? Oh, then where else could it be? And Intelligence must have some other address In a lifetime, haven't come across it Must be on some other planet They must be smart as well Never bothered to contact us.......... Old folks are smart They created principles Declared war for them And.... Let the young fight for them And die..............................

Our Neem.

Our neem at the corner waved me to a halt........ "What has caked on your cheeks Isn't it the last night's tears and their salt?" "I can see she is not with you Must be your fault!" Our neem has all the rights He has been a mute witness to all our fights I am not surprised he thought it wise To query the absence of my coveted prize I don't know about you But i feel a stranger in our own home Feel like a swing halted in midair Our home feels like an eerie lair Will you come back if i asked you? Hmmm Come back so that the cuckoo doesn't go on cooing I am sure, at me, she is booing The road feels strange and looks really stretched Come back even if its hope is far fetched Come back please As the neem tells me that i need a release I actually heard him as i write this, "Why don't you iron out the crease? Both your lives need a new lease".............

Come, Walk With Me.

Did i hear you ask me?
"Where to?
There is no path, visible to me!"

Did you hear me, tell you?
"I am with you
Isn't that enough to walk with me?"

You were your usual self, doubting and questioning
Did i have a choice? I went on answering....

How long do i walk?
Till my breath keeps you company!

How long shall your breath last?
Till you hold my hand, come fast!

But if i want to wriggle free? your hand?
No hope in hell, mate, until i drop dead !

How long do i keep waiting-awake?
Till the night remains young, for Christ's sake!

But how long shall the night remain young?
Oh, simple! Till i pluck the moon for you!

But did i ask you for the moon?
Ask anyway, shall fulfill your desires, it's only noon!

How long do i desire?
Oh, i know, till you keep expecting from me!

Big words, you still haven't answered, where shall we go, there isn't a path...
We go together, if you accompany, we walk and shall make our path...

Oh God !

He is everywhere and knows everything!
Your God!

Please
Write a letter to Him
Post it without an address
Anyway,
Do you know His?

Please
Wait for His reply
You know He always does reply
Or does He, ever, really?

Please
Didn't you pray all your life?
Wouldn't He grant an audience
Even if it be for a moment
In lieu of all your life?
Please tell me
Would He ever?

Please
Tell me, i am waiting..........

Lost Without You.

After you leave
Count the leftovers in my sieve
Crumbs to ruminate on and peeve
Nothing left to give and a lot to grieve

Minutes and hours and days and nights
Weeks and months and years and now fading lights
Your void- my life blights
Your presence -your love, the only shining lights

Now
Holding onto the finger of solitude
In loneliness seek fortitude
Eyes half shut in gratitude
Or still lost in your dreams multitude?

Your God-Please Unveil

Our dear God, a myth and a mystery
He/She shall remain an intrigue and an enigma
It shall forever be
My disbelief against your story.............

Why not lift the veil of secrecy?
Unveil your GOD-show Him
Clear the throat, give a shout
Wouldn't you want to clear this lunacy?......

The 'asanas' and 'mudras'
Yet another state of inertia
Clench your fists and run
He may be just round the corner
Chase Him down
Show Him to me when you are done............

Good fortune comes knocking
Only when destiny gets tired of waiting
Who knows how long has been your waiting
Your luck? needs a bit of kicking.......................

Don't you die wondering
The pearls could just be yours for the asking
Don't stand at the shore pondering
Not a bad idea after all-the diving and grabbing................

I query your God, i know your tirade
But for me He is just a mirage
Taste for me the mirage
Sweet or sour?
We shall at least know
Your belief or my disbelief
Which is dour?