Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Consumed

A face naked with mirth
hailing the torrents of lust
exhileration shreiks at walls
falling to the gust.

Mere shabd..

Meri kahi baaton ke arth jab kho jaayenge
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

An angel rushes through my 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

Road to take

I stand divided by my heart
not knowing exactly where to part.

My keep

my pain is my own
my selfish 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

You left
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.