Tuesday, 3 April 2018

Dismal desire.

I met a soul who interested me,
And kissed away my doubts you see.

He believed in us and that our souls would  rhyme,
And affirmed that'll be the case each time.

I held his hand and promised to be there,
To run my fingers through his ruffled hair.

He strives to make it for he knows I care,
I'm stuck in a time loop that ends nowhere.

I perched at a place where he doesn't remember me,
A dismal desire wails, that we are meant to be.

"Even if hope shatters, it rules when it was alive. And it's effect stays with us forever." 

Sunday, 5 February 2017

I knew the power of those moments.

She: Why am I sweetly suffocating?
He: Because you haven't yet given in?
She: Given in to what?
He: Your impulses.

He showed me that dream, and helped me rise,
He allowed me to love him, and moments to reprise.
Overlooking the sanity, a mystic was about to emerge,
My eyes had then found a sea to submerge.

She:You announced to publish something on THIS weekend for your readers?!
He: I got one life Honey, and I'm in no illusion that we're immortal.

When immense passion I witness in his brown seductive eyes,
It is the dance of my soul and where my strongest will lies.
This endless something that I breathe deep inside,
Propels me towards him and moments I have to abide.

She: What is this between us? Who are we to each other?
He: This is Freedom and that's what we are to each other.

And then he said to me, "When the curtains of love and joy will unveil,
We'll see us creating a future, and in its moments we'd always prevail."
I sometimes wonder, if Time knows about our feelings, fantasies and need,
For I knew the power of those moments, but Time just like him, loves speed.

Thursday, 28 January 2016

"Jo bhi main Kehna chahun, barbaad karen alfaaz mere......."

A breeze, a quiver and a myriad of feelings....
The mind quickly travels back in time.
Like in the Story, I am with him. 
We are alone. Temporarily! 

I still remember how we started talking.
I still remember the color of his eyes.
I still remember how unsettling the moonlight used to be.
I still remember the unison.
I still remember the signs.
I still remember the futile serendipity.
I still remember the Story.

Feelings are wonderful! Only if they'd come with a hurt-proof guarantee.
And what it is that hurts? The Lie or the Truth?

The Story is perennial. It's there in the back of my mind, no matter how distracted I am.
And each time I fail to get a logical answer to this, I am left to wonder what's written on the footnote of my soul. 

Well! Let me not try to word the Story at all. 
This song from the movie 'Rockstar' seems so apt.
"Jo bhi main Kehna chahun, barbaad karen alfaaz mere......." ("Whatever I wish to say, my words destroy it all.")

Tuesday, 5 January 2016

A Truth much far away.

When we met, he was like an open wound, merely surviving,
A quiver from his touch, and my soul would begin it's craving.
Every pore came open with an ultimate dream,
Not knowing how, I believed that I knew about him.

Becoming oblivious to all the how's and why's,
Undefined, unconfined, the vibes had then begun to rise.

On a full moon night, the traces of hope came together,
Whilst at the sea, gathered sand was taking shape forever.

We were quietly gifted, blissful and carefree.
From many such lifetimes, this one was chosen to be.
Once when I looked in the mirror, I found myself in his disguise,
A tiny breakthrough had taken, reality by surprise.

The answers came in, when I found a shadow aside;
I wondered it's existence and where my emotions now reside.
Baffled in resentment, my soul is struggling to replete,
Not knowing whether the twain shall ever meet.
Why is the distance so near, and why does nearness disobey?
Bricked in the shadow, is a truth much far away.


A song is playing in the background
Time fails to stand still. In fact, it quickly travels back where every brick was loved.

Why do I breathe the Time in, when I want it out? 
Why did I want to believe in you, when I had faith in Time?
Why I kept gathering the slipping moments, and why you kept up your Time for the world?
When even a breath couldn’t pass through the both of us, how did Time pass through?
How punctual was Time really then?

I am here again....

I am here again, and the memories unwind,
Feelings runneth over me, unconfined.
I am here again, whilst the times rewind,
An ice breaker sets in, between heart, soul and mind.
I am here again, helplessly on a path undefined,
My eyes seeking for a diversion, but tough to find.
I am here again, I see myself floating on a song,
Wonder what lies beyond it, right or wrong.
I am here again, where I quietly belong,
And where Time has forever agreed to prolong.

Thursday, 5 November 2015

Unfortunate quandary

In a sharp contrast to my usual way of sinking into the storm of thoughts and trying to maintain the state of mind, I decided to instill the calmness of tons of storms in me and have a No Mind state.
Sounds bizarre?!  Perhaps.

I am still. Yet again. And in this stillness, one thing dawns upon me....
Moments are always nuetral. Feelings become grotesque. Figments screw things up.
The problem with mind is that it can conjure up boundaries and also have eternal longings for the soul. So, what do you do next?

Penetrate through the boundaries and chuck the longings.
And here you are! The most fictional character of your own lifetime.
Such an unfortunate quandary!