Realization

I burn my soul with desire

I shriek out the miseries of my heart

But here saves your peace this dense cloud of ignorance

And on my existence this realization dart-

As my voice reach out all mute

My love is just a corpse to you.

A Dress

A dress of memory wears a self

Embroidered with smiles, rugged with sadness

Altered a times to bring out the best shape,

Holed by the times that transgressed to forgetness.

Hemmed down also for a numbered times

So hides the bares of beneath

Until the day it needs to be peeled

To walk naked, into the nothing ahead!

New Year

This New Year with the new rays of sun
How would you treat you sorrow?
Build a catacomb or excavate out some…?

With an hour of hope approaching
How would you react to an alteration?
With ebb of pessimism or with abundant orthodoxy…?

With the heap of past days ruling your mind
How you decide to spend new ones?
Planting a laugh on your face or burying some fear inside…?

With the blessings of the power above
What would you do to your own self?
Achieve and explore or complaint with stubborn…?

And while terminating the commencing year
Would you want your heart be filled with
Remorse and regret or replenished cheer…?

So here with the start of New Year
Know that it is your choice that matter
…make it worse…or make it better…?

And Now I Say Goodbye

As you go

I stand near the window, away from your gaze,

Staring over the length of sky

And wish you Goodbye

In my own way, in my own self

Such and so you won't even know

That someone somewhere is thinking of you

Writing of you in a verse of hers

Which may or may not die;

Being sure of it not reaching

To you or your realization of recognizing

Your own self

In the designing of its alphabets.

Only if the God wishes you bad

May your heart reveal to you

That has been deliberately kept from your eyes.

Towards The Peaks Of Joy

Gusty waves of wind doth blow

Through em-browned lands of days to go

Carrying leaves' yellowed state

That shows some breath in them remain

And there at height some new born charms

Carols of life they enchant

Higher above a raven fly

In the seas of the sky

Touching the joyous peaks of child

Running along the river's side.

Away

In the palms of white a ray of black does shine

Where a small cloud emerge out in a clear day sky

Some birds run to the depths of heights while

Some with the trees themselves bind.

But here lay an old dog with a broken leg

Watching how the time swims by the day

Unnoticed remains it till the day drops

And together with sun it closes its eye.

On the other side of the land flows a sea

A boat, through which, sails free

Away from those birds and that old dog on shore

It sailed and sailed making the water crease.

What Is It Like?

What is it like when

You move farther and farther from the sky, or when

Get carried off by a hurricane-

Round and round you sweep

In the air above sea. Or

Run all the way through earth

To save the poor bleak of red ball from drowning?

Can you get as far as not to notice the mere azure of the sky,

Its depth and immense?

Or travel to another isle with wind

Instead of falling in the mouth of sea?

And will you ever, while chasing the sun,

Reach where it would chase after you

With all its glare all the way long?

Will your path ever discover you,

While you are busy trolling your trail

In searching the destiny you choose?

That One Teardrop

As from your one drop of tear an entire ocean falls
Crushed beneath us, the grains of sand
Dithered in the infinity of the moment before you left...

Behind the hills the sun sets
Where, in the clamor of night the day bright is forgotten
Blood turned to ashes and the heart is molten
With the fire of time destructing the construction of two lives,
Disruption of two unified souls;

The world breaks into territories,
Seas breaks into drops,
Mountains breaks into soil,
And my entire life breaks into the segments
Of all the years, days and seconds
With the cataclysm of our time,
Chasm of our love,
And fall of that one teardrop
Like a rainstorm on the ground beneath
Entrapping an entire ocean in itself.

I Feel You

I feel you at the hour of smile
I wish you at the shed of eye
I miss you with the evanescent light
I hear you in those vivid delight
I guess I love you sometimes...

A Touch

A gentle hand cup those little eyes

And implant a touch with tender care

On the nose, below the dreamy lashes

And the words of truth were heard by ears.

Feeling an unreal magic around

A smile so innocent got set on face

And knew it would last for as long

As on eyes the eyelids stay…

Nymphetamine

I looked around. Nothing, just one of another busy day. Brightly shining sun, intentional minded legs, pollution causing horns, stomachs that earn from hopes and prayers, school going children, wandering cats, rats and street dogs, unnoticed chirruping of birds, black roads absorbing more and more of heat, smoke and dust, u-turns and turn overs, colliding and passing through, screams and whispers, all of which that reach to the senses of any person trying to avoid such chaos and in search of peace, as like me.

Because I was trying to concentrate on a single soul. The one I have seen next to one hundred times. The one with an intensive eyes, grayish hair, stealthy walk, tight fit blouse, ankle-length skirt, a red bag that shows to bear no weight, mascara covering the natural beauty of her eyes, and lipstick more bright than the sun itself as if trying to veil the spoken words or maybe the silence. This was a beauty, a fake beauty, but I guess hardly anyone is giving a second look to her. Why? What is she?!

I was curious. Not because I didn't have anything else to do that day, or because I know her personally, or that I got attracted to her eccentricity, but because a long time back I raped her out of my wits. She was a virgin and I hate virgins. But she was also special. Her vagina welcomed a hard core erect dick with all hospitality. She didn't enjoy but she didn't screamed either. She was calm. A calm which wasn't natural, a calm that had fire. I was alarmed with the ferreting gaze and a known smile she offered me. She remained there where I left her, but I ran. I don’t know why, but I ran and I felt better. After that day I wanted to see her again, to know her more, but all in vain. Until one day, same day of next year, I saw her the way I saw her few minutes back. I see her often since then and it burns a fire inside me. I want to touch her, kiss her, f**k her, hurt her. Every time I see her, she becomes my addiction. I couldn't get her off my mind and maybe that is what she wants!

I couldn't see her anymore. She has disappeared like any other time. But I didn't gave up the search as that is not in my habit. I kept looking for her knowing deep down that today I will get her. That is a general process. I looked among crowd and darkest of corners. I looked on towers and in the drains. I looked on pavements, I looked in cars. I looked in shops, in crowded bars. She could be anywhere. She is different.

Soon, at last I found her, far enough to be out of my reach and close enough to come under the range of my sight. She was walking with her back to me. She turned, smiled, and kept on walking again looking straight now. I was running now, avoiding the people that are trying to be an obstacle in my way. She was pacing around indifferently. Now she was just around fifty meters away from me. I ran faster. She was boarding the bus. Adrenaline was getting secreted from my endocrine so much so that I can taste it inside my mouth. The bus was going away, she was inside, I had to run faster. I flied and finally managed to hold up the handle and climbed inside. I looked around, my heart was beating very hard trying to capture up for air. My attention was not there but everywhere around. I looked through and through. She has to be here. Where could she go. I first looked in haste and then very carefully, focusing on every single thing. People were busy in themselves. They don’t have any idea who is among them. They were talking in themselves, reading in themselves. Until next stop arrived and a few of them got ready to leave. I started looking at each and every face. I couldn't miss her again, not when I have come so far. But none was her. Then there was a noise that vexed me. A small girl was crying. I avoided her. I have to search everyone.

But the noise grew. I looked at the child. She must hardly be two, in her mother’s arms. Her mother looked at me apologetically. It was then that I realized the expression of disgust and annoyance on my face. I calmed myself and smiled at her mother who was just stepping down. And the child smiled back…that strange familiar smile!