In the Mood for Love

Behind the curtain of right and wrong , unspoken words hanging in the air
Masks replace the true faces and their masquerades become their identities
When two hearts wounded in love meet on the secret lanes of desire

All was needed; someone to take a leap of faith
She into his arms or he into hers; And yet they kept a safe distance
Like everyone else chained to own convictions, fools pretending to not care

For some roads there are no ends , they run forever!

Beer cans waiting for Nirvana

Standing on my balcony, as I scan the city at night
Midst the dissolving lights, silhouettes of thousand others looking at the clouded sky
Closed shops claiming 'easy recharge', 'real estate', 'water supply' on their shutters
Abandoned vehicles on road, tired footsteps returning home and empty beer cans waiting for nirvana

In such a night like this, a long time ago, when I was waiting for the Sunday night movie
My grandfather, half asleep in his rocking chair, told me ;
Each unfulfilled dream become a cloud on the sky and each time rain comes it brings someone some joy
And as I look at the sky, only clouds can be seen signifying almost nothing
Maybe only Sunday hangover and horror of Monday mornings

To the girl who sells flowers at the mountain temple

In the late afternoon, clouds move like cows returning home
At the mountain top, you can listen to their soft hums
And there she sits in front of the age old temple
Selling flowers and listening to the cloud songs

Rain appears at one end; everyone runs for a shelter
And the mountain God, safe in his sanctum, dreams about evening offerings
Unperturbed by the vicissitudes of world around her
She sits there listening to mischievous raindrops

Her soaked hair seems like threads that keep the world from unwinding
And in her wet lips lies the answer to all whys of humankind
Untamed like the mountain where she lives
In a corner of her mind, thousand world begins and dissolves at same time