When the winds blow in the mountains, they create a music with the river and leaves of deodar, oaks and pines. A man never thinks of poetry, but observes it, feels it. The words do not exist then, only music. The soul of the mountains one cannot capture in pages. I have only tried to write about the music, and a little more from elsewhere. Mountains send the winds to other places too.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Far from you
dark and silent
hiding in the closet
far from you
and close.
Stumble upon me
searching solace
come inside the closet
far from you
to me.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Come, return
when you say that you cry in sleep
in dreams,
leave this punishment for me;
Come, return to me
now the flowers are falling.
Look into you
you are waiting for my touch,
for how long will you hurt yourself
now the flowers are falling.
Hold out your hands
let me come into them,
I have collected for you
the last few flowers;
Come, return to me
now the flowers are falling.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Consumed
hailing the torrents of lust
exhileration shreiks at walls
falling to the gust.
Mere shabd..
mere shabd tumhare paas sahara paane aayenge.
Samet lena mere shabdon ko zahan mein tum
log tumhe meri har baat bhulana chaahenge.
Dhoondh lena mujhe apni kisi kitaab mein
kuch bhoole huye shabd tumhe ab bhi mil jaayenge
No particular thoughts..
1. So much I have written on love and loss
Now I really love the candy floss.
2. You come rushing into my heart
I fall a little, one more part.
3. All that happens is for good they all said
Reading it in your message, I doubt you too have fled.
Being a Butterfly
Look into the eyes of a falling star
you will not find love
that lasted a lifetime.
Butterflies wake up
to fill colors in the air.
Hold a color in your hand
you can be a butterfly.
The butterfly can choose to fly
away from a spring
about to whither
or it can spread the wings
and fall like a star
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
A dark mind
floating with the waves,
I look outwards to find the love
it hides in darkest caves.
Tea & Coffee
I like coffee beans
dark, strong
always biased.
Do you see
your leaves of tea
flying with the eskimos?
Friday, October 23, 2009
A certain end
If the end is certain,
should there be a start?
We live,
then we part.
Your smile meets me
around now barren corners
of my room.
Last day of love
did it really come
or we just drifted away.
But this was meant to be
and we knew;
still we met,
me and you.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
My keep
i want it not to reduce
by sharing with the else..
and it burns inside me
like a passionate candle light
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Incomplete
and the things remained same
or maybe they changed..
there wasn't much to care.
Life moved on
with few dreams and shadows,
you never returned..
I like to believe you tried.
I don’t complain
you left enough memories
and few things..
I could feel you.
Love is
so beautiful
so incomplete.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Bottles
in sky that was ours,
laughing and cursing
reliving the wars.
Singing same song
all night long,
making the answers
for things gone wrong.
Crazy you, hazy I
sober on a high!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Rage
tell you what its like to hide
the closets inside are dark and moist
hands touch the walls and return.
Innocence was beautiful once.
Listen when I talk, care
don't create my monsters.
Tough Customer
sneaking up the stairs that u made
to hear you sing the lullabies
when dreams you nurtured begin to fade.
Life sometimes is difficult to persuade
breaks and cuts like the blade.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Remake Me
shunned by sun, ripped below crust;
collect all pieces, put me in a frame
remake me human, give me a new name.
Don't try to read through my eyes
all you'll find is old goodbyes;
make my home, make me stay
goodbyes are gone, make me say.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Make a Home
with fingers trace;
speak a sound,
hear it around.
Make a smile,
hang it for a while;
speak a thought,
say a lot.
Make a dream,
live in a stream;
speak a night,
with dim light.
Make a home,
a place to roam;
speak a prayer,
and stay here.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
beside the falling star
can i catch it if i try?
won't there be a reason for tide?
a religion to see or a religion to hide..
the fear of society for they may cry
call me an atheist and make love die;
will the star still care to fly
to be with me in a new sky?
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Mountain Evenings
a wind begins to seduce the trees
mist spreads into the silent mountains
we listen to the sounds of returning bees.
As cold weather tries to bring us together
we wait by the fireplace, staring into coal
some crackles fly with dissolving resistance
we move slowly, consuming the soul.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
If we could
Let our words become rain
Touch the shores of fellow hearts
Fall into the smiles during pain.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Trapped
Flights of the heart stay grounded
Images of the sun lay scattered
I live in a jar, all surrounded.
Friday, September 4, 2009
The proposal
Dreams of a poet
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Lovers
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Lust..
giving in must
Love bites
on gleaming crust.
Molten dreams
in cocoa dust
Chocolate
dark like the lust.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
From the other side
all the colours and patterns
when a eye has looked into my room.
When I look out
the glass takes the world far away
all hazy, and busy.
Sitting inside the kaleidoscope,
the view is not so colourful.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
A Little At A Time
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Such Inadequacies
Or maybe two parts..
Never bothered much about the details,
But now when each love fails..
I wish it was true,
I had hearts two,
Each with parts too..
Monday, August 3, 2009
tormented sun
and hand moves up to touch the face..
the mirror reflects a tormented sun.
Friday, July 31, 2009
The wanderer
returning into the withered sunshine
when dreams I created chased me away,
and then I have wandered long into the day.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
To keep a little sun
will you keep one for yourself my neighbour
and i shall hide mine too..
I will use my part when you sleep
and you will do the same i think,
but when shall there be night, can you tell..
The space we have is not enough
to keep a little sun, and live alone..
Let the world keep a half my neighbour
we can share one piece alright..
there has always been a common day.
The sun shall not be divided by us..
Under it we will plough this earth together,
and the trees of our forefathers will smile.
Friday, July 24, 2009
barsaat
Thursday, July 16, 2009
in the rain.
The air drifts easy
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Where I Live
Fly
I want to fly.
Let us grow wings my fellow traveller,
or hitch a ride with the birds.
In the last horizon, the clouds sleep;
let us fly.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Aromatic Chants
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Rajnigandha
Rain!
A Longing
I will sing you songs
of dehradun
and the leechi trees.
We have lived far for long
far from the mountains
and a river
that overflows in the monsoons.
This year let us return
to the mountains
to dehradun
once it rains.