Ajar December 16, 2011

Thoughts are the present
Afar is the source
What stay behind
Is the unlimited force

Of uncontrollable feelings
Soaked in sweat of tired awaits
my eyes droop a li’l, blink a li’l
and i walk a li’l, drink a li’l

strides short, at times long
eyes wide shut. reasons none so strong
a drop of water, strickles down the cheek
my body is heavy, but my legs are not weak

Still the breeze whistles in my ears
“Dont give up, its not far”
I heed to thy warning my heart
For I know I have kept the door of my home, ajar…..

Oh Life.. I love you December 14, 2010

Oh Life.. I love you
For I do, what I wanna do
I wish to jump up and grab the alpha centaurian
And I don’t have stairs to move

So I build a hover, it flies fast and straight
But in the way, there are so many a closed gate
I do not bother, coz I do not see them
My eyes are all set for the eternal view

Moving On October 25, 2010

Excerpt from Khalifa’s diary.
Page 87.
Year 2009,
Day (smudged)

 

"Moving on is not so easy…

 

If moving on was so easy, love would be just a metaphor for flirting.
But the truth is, we can’t. We cannot move on just like that.

 

I think of you every now and then. I find my substance in thinking about you.
Even when you are not there, for now or for tomorrow or for never…
I still know I will always find my substance in thinking about you

 

Today is just another day, when I intensely think of you, us and our moments together.
They were perfect like the moon.
Coz I know it was not perfect.
It had holes, and barricades just like any other perfect thing on this earth.
Perfection was only when we were together.
Fights were not hatred. Just ramblings of consequential factoid of a future not existent yet.

 

Still the ramblings are clear, so vividly clear that I can still feel the pain it used to bring in my heart.
Heart is still a cohesive structure that pumps blood.
Brain still has those gray cells which think of you.
I am still amused how clear every moment of our togetherness is.

 

Every single moment, every touch, every feel and every drama…
Without you, life is not tough. But its less strong.
Without you, the songs are there, but devoid of music.
Without you, the colours are there, but devoid the flowers.

I still move on"

Pukar… October 14, 2010

Gujar gaye jo nagme tere mere saath k
Wo yaad ate hai jab mehfil me koi nahi rehta mere siva
Un nasheeli ankho me samamdar jo machalta tha ashao ka
Wo dhundta rehta hu jab khaali ho jata hai umanga ka kua

 

Wajah ek nahi ab hazaro hai teri yaad ane ki
Ho ek to batau tujhe, k tu sun to le
Mahakti tha jaha teri julfo ki un lato ka karavan
Waha pukarta hu mai tujhe ab meri awaz sun to le…

A spiritual Wanderlust October 7, 2010

When you’re not with me
I’m just another speck of dust
Shineless, spineless
I wander
I float

 

The wind of uncertainty
Drags me, shags me, fags me
Halfhearted
Disheartened
I wander
I float
I survive

 

Clenched in my fist
Survives a single hope
To seek you
Your Divine emotions, drive my soul
Away from the endless eternity of seclusion, delusion and illusion
Floating
Wandering
Surviving
Living….

 

I Seek thee
I am a spirtual Wanderlust

An Old Man’s Young Tryst March 30, 2010

An Old Man’s Young Tryst

 

I won’t run for the money, I won’t run for the gold
It’s not my time honey, my time has grown old
I can bring you morning tea, and I can push your chair
But don’t tell me to fetch the dog; my legs have gone so cold

 

Yesterday the postman delivered a letter; there it is, carefully rolled
It’s from our eldest son, to open it, I’m not so bold,
Am too weak at heart to read what’s inside, so open it up, will you please?
I fear, the news inside, could be that this house is now sold

 

The other day, my friend tells me, he’s moving to a new place
They call it foster care (good news) inside it, to live there is no race
You’ll just have to pack our bags now, for we are banished from our home
Come let me take you there, although trembling are they, my hands, but still you can hold

 

I’m weak but I’ll lead you there, not ‘coz you weak, but ‘coz that’s my way
For I remember, I promised you stars and the moon and the skies.
I couldn’t give you any, but I have done a million tries
But before I leave my 21 grams behind, I promise you one thing.
To bring down them to you, and break your illusion of lies
To bring down them to you, and break your illusion of lies

When “T” Proposed November 2, 2009

"For the fallen brown and yellow leaves, life’s just ended; but for me, with you in my life, there will never ever be a fall… And I promise to make your every season an autumn… no matter when the rains come, there will always be a shower on you… of my love.. Will you marry me?”

The Venuses of Midnight September 2, 2009

When the sun goes down..
And the stars are the witnesses..
When the trees ruffle in the wind..
And the moonlight caresses..

 

And you beautiful golden eyes..
Are like venuses of midnight..
Sprinkling love that is so so wise..
In them, baby, my home lies…

 

In them, baby, my home lies…
In them, baby, my home lies…

 

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One Year In Bangalore Of August 4, 2009

One year in Bangalore of:

Sleepy Classes,
Sleepless Nights,
Healthy Fights,
Cake Delights,

Muddy Roads,
Snakes And Toads,
Assignment Shitloads,
Shifting Modes,

Penthouse Parties,
Closed Room Farties,
Scores Of Presentations,
Untimely Revelations,

Classroom Brawls,
Late Night Strolls,
Just In Time Works,
Unpredictable Quirks,

Love Time Blooms,
Wallet-Ty Glooms,
Homely Roomly Bash,
Morning’s A Lotta Trash,

"Cognitive Dissonance",
"Borrring Resonance",
Exam Time Harass,
Frying Pan A**,,

Hammer Of The "Dark Knight",
Nothing’s Wrong Or Right,
P(H)Eri’s Love All ‘N,
Chow’s Screw All,
Tao Of Dramatisation,
Continuos Procrastination,

Learnings Of Lifetime,
Unforgettable Summertime…

( On the morning of friendship day, Aug 2nd, 2009…  and had completed 1 full year in bangalore, doing MBA, @ Welingkar (WE School) and the moment I woke up, these thoughts started flowing…)

 

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Nakedness Of A Whining Tattered Mankind July 5, 2009

There i see the rising sun
And a brand new day has begun
Hurray, again, i am the first to see
No roof, there is, that covers me

The streets, i hit again
My motto is some monetary gain

Red lights
Green lights
Yellow…
Gray oxygen, i breath
Outside the black windowed limo’s and audi’s 
I stand holding a balloon,

My brethren are walking dead fetuses
Born with hearts but without souls
Only one line on their hands
Of black destiny…

I represent
The nakedness of a whining tattered mankind
Gangraped everynight
By the insane bastards of a hungry stomach
Cursed with an orgasm of unfulfilled desire 
I go to sleep
To be witness to the joke of the rising sun
Again…

 

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