I don't miss you.. No! I don't!

When I see leaves rustling in circles under the tree's protected view
My mind won't circle all it's thoughts around you..
When I catch sunshine filtering through the umbrella of trees
Your memories won't seep in through those leaves and tease
When I admire how the white snow caresses the proud mountain peak.
Your caressing face won't reappear to make my resolve weak
When I play with the shadows of my hands on the wall..
I will deny the shadow of our imagined clasp on the wall
When I breathe the scent of dry earth surrendering to rain
I will negate my souls declaration s of surrender..in vain!
I won't miss you...No! I don't! I won't! I do..

Gently fade!

Gently faded like the yellow tattered edges of an old book,
Lying unread in the high shelves of  bookshop, quaint, where none look...
The world gently forgets it's presence.. the old musty book...
And yet...my fingers will find you..ardently searching...My old book;
I shall reach out to your soul, where none else look
And I shall hold you close... Read love like an open book...
My love for you...like that for an old book!

I hug trees

I love to hug trees.. Yes, I do
It feels like the world hugs back
In the trunk's embrace, I find love..I do
The pure love that can never turns it's back
In nature's arms I nestle, yes I do..
Watch it's branches yearn for the sky
I feel the same pain, I do..
To yearn for love,not knowing...why..
I hug trees...yes I do

Wild Unicorns...

They told me, yes they did...
There are no unicorns...
Mythical, beautiful, ethereal..
And at once of you I thought...I did...
You and me, wild unicorns...
To this world...we don't exist, ethereal!
But yes, you and me...wild unicorns...

At dusk and dawn...

At dusk, she looks out of her window...with lights, dim
She sees her soul pulling at the tethers of her heart..with every whim
Longing to fly back to where it belongs....to him..
And yet at the window, she stays...with lights, dim...

At dawn, he stands outside a teashop...with a crowd, alone
He sees his mind wandering to the nape of her neck...with every breath
Longing to sense and feel her, for he knew she belonged to him..
And yet at the teashop, he stands...with a crowd, alone..

Sometimes...Just Sometimes

Sometimes...To be tied...is to be free...
And..To be free, is to be tied...


Sometimes...To be gagged...is to express...
And..To express.. is to be gagged..


Sometimes...To submit..is to lead...
And...To lead..is to submit


Sometimes...To deny..is to accept...
And..To accept..is to deny....

Sometimes..Just Sometimes...

He loved her..

He told her the news...this and that.
A terrorist, Omar, was dead
A leader, Kalam, was dead.
This and that,

Outside his window,
An accident..life moves on..
The view outside his window..
A quaint temple, a river flows on
This and That

He loved her..

Mellow light...

He said he loved her in mellow light....
And some days..his soul was hers..by the night
Other days...he put up a shallow fight...
And pretended that he was in flight...
Till another night in mellow light...

The White Butterfly...

In the city din and smoke, amidst the hectic crowd...
I chanced upon a white butterfly...
Where there were no flowers..All was loud
Yet, fluttering in joy, honestly like a lie
Lost in the busy world...Our love like the white butterfly...

Restless souls...

Restless souls...
Like the twirling leaves in the wind...
That will to go with the wind...
Yet, the steady ground holds them in a bind

Restless souls...
Like my dress left to dry in the sunshine
Pinned safely to the clothes-line..
Though all it wills is a strong wind to fly and be outta line...



Restless souls... You and I

A moment instead of eternity's plight

Someday as strangers...like each knows not the other..
You and I...Like ether..
Will bump into each other..
Maybe as I get on a bus and you alight..
A moment we shall spare in gentle light..
A moment, yes, instead of eternity's plight

Little do you know...My li'l one...

Little do you know...My li'l one...
The meaning that you bring. The very reason!
When the world seems dark, and there is fear
And treacherously, we question life and reason..
Your smile and innocence, holds me dear
Lasts me through every changing season..
The will to stay, The grit to chase every mile
The joy of the moment, The hope for the future
I feel all that and more when you skip, hop and smile..
You heal every wound with your gentle suture
Yes! ...

Impermanence...

Alas! The impermanence of beauty...
Behold! The beauty of impermanence...
She painted her masterpiece...street graffiti..
Tomorrow, she or another will erase and recommence..

Creation, destruction, resurrection...where nothing does last!
A certain beauty where the future does reclaim the past
When all that is beautiful is gone...
In that naked emptiness, beauty shall be reborn..


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A matter of fact...

"I think of you...I usually do.."
He said..a matter of fact..
In that fact, so plainly said without ado..
Love hides in plain sight without tact..
A matter of fact, this unusual pact..
A poetry without the play of words.
A love that asks for nothing, in fact!.
Now how does one write of it in words...
Love was and is just a matter of fact!

You are all I remember

"That you can forget...
What I remember.."
It is that.. I wish to forget..
For you are all I remember...

Ape the apes

Sshhh...Quiet! Silence your mind...Do!
There is no evil, There is no wrong..no sin, no...
It is our thoughts that make them so..
Nothing is evil till the world calls it so..

We descended from the apes, they say..
The apes are more happy, I dare say..
They have no rules, no fake society that has a say..
It is just them free and wild, by night and day...

A lifetime in a day

Surprise me, Give in,
Make my heart skip a beat...
Let the crowd drown in it's din
Sweep me off my feet,
Dawn,Let us live this lifetime in a day..
Let us wake to gentle light creeping between us
Let me into your iris and you invade mine,for a day
Let us fight with the soft love of pillows, till each surrenders to us
Let us drink tea out of the same saucer, noisily together
Let us chase nothingness on soft sand that gives in gently to our love
Let us quietly feel the river washing our entwined feet together
Let us rest the burden of our lifetime for a moment, my head on your lap, love!
Let the skies hide us from the darkness beyond,
Let us find patterns of clouds that dance to our impetuous love
Let us find harmony in the rustle of leaves as we stomp together
Scorching noon,Let us live this lifetime in a day..
Let us find school kids giggling as we chocolates share
Let us climb low hung branches of trees, and let our limbs sway...
Let us run through the wild flowers, bare foot without a care..
Let us lie under the trees and read books, and not really talk...
Let us croak aloud the songs of our youth, cacophonous duets
Let us hold each other dear and watch our shadows talk,
When evening sets, Let us live this lifetime in a day..
Let us once more sit close, my every breath on your neck
Let us watch the sunset end our day, happy that we lived our day
Let us become one in unison, What the heck?
And when the stars come out, let us lie beside,
For we lived our day,
A lifetime in a day

Nosy limerick

My eyes know your nose,
Like nobody else knows,
I know it ain't my business to nose,
But, who else knows? :)

She was all

His hands on her neck... She asks not for lust..
Against the wall...even though she stands with nothing to win
Her soul pinned, a peck on her cheek, if you must..
Her love is not just sweat rolling on glistening skin..
Neither is it the valleys of her curves inviting his resistant eyes..
Her love is that which sees the futility of it all
In his truth and his lies..
And yet, she was at his call..
She beckons, yet distance still between separates and yet unites..
Till one day, he will know that she has gone and she was all.

If wishes were dandelions...

My wishes... Like dandelions,
Some come true, most don't..
Like the seeds of the dandelions,
They fly with the wind, some sprout, some don't...

I stepped into my past...

I stepped into my past to meet my self ..
In the dark corners musty with memories,
I found her...my old young self...
There she stood, amidst all her youth's stories..
I wondered what to tell her... Should I tell her?
Slow down and savour every moment small..
That all shall end, and she shall still remember...
Believe, wait and not relent at all...
Her youth will be her treasure forever
Some wrongs, should I let her make it right..
Some sadness, some tears, should I tell her of her own power...
Some fights should I let her fight..
Some more laughter and joy, should I let her uncover..
 All these thoughts did fleetingly appear..
But dear, in the beauty of her impetuous youth..
Her impulse and her raw ability to feel love and fear..
I paused and chose not to change her youth..
Nor mine, for all her choices have taught me dear,
To me, in my wrinkled skin, to recount my feelings of my youth..
Seems like yesterday., that I was her..
I stepped back to my own memories..to soothe