Monday, December 22, 2014

Before Sunrise

Coldest night of the year, the city shivers
Even the streetlights refuse to show their face
Seems they are on a strike demanding less working hour and more wage
I trace the hurried footsteps of dying light to reach her address












There she is, sitting by the window, reading this poem
As I approach she smiles
May be I smiled, cannot remember though
Who knows it really happened or I just imagined it too

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Dilemma

What should I write about, whom should I write about

About the tomato vendor who is counting the day’s earning
Or the motorcycles standing in attention
Clothes hanging on the line, fighting with each other
And become silent as the rain approaches, waiting for their respective owners
Unperturbed to the world around him, the drunkard sleeping on the road

Or shall I write about the immersion procession for the elephant God
A madman joins the celebration and starts dancing his unsynchronized steps
Which may have been adorable if he were a child but now he is just butt of jokes

Perhaps time remains same, but how our perception changes over years

He continues to dance and beg for food from the kind-hearted souls
Who have come to bid farewell to their favorite God
Nothing comes to his hand except emptiness which silently hangs in air
The tomato vendor comes and puts some tomatoes in the madman’s hand
And in gratitude he bows his head as if Elephant God has taken incarnation

Or shall I write about the longingness that weighs upon my heart
If I were a poet, would have ordered the clouds to take my message to you
But when cheaper alternatives exist
Why start a conversation through moody clouds


But the dilemma still exists 

Sunday, August 10, 2014

An Ode to her

Her soul is made of ancient stars
In her face lies the secret of first rays of sun light
Beautiful than any imagination
Her smile can defeat the darkest of night


Her heart holds all that is true and fair
The last stand against all the in-sensitiveness of world
Silently she fights on for what she believes
In her mortal frame she holds a heart of a dragon

Her sorrow is her strength, tears her armor
Unbreakable her will against the randomness the great shatterer
Beyond this mortal place and dying time
She is meant for immortality 

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Evening Star

Come my evening star, show me your face
Free me from this seven thousand years of wait
Guide me to the land where you live
Let me sleep a while under your beautiful spell

Long I have traveled under the endless darkness
My soul is weary and crumbling by
My strength is falling, come make haste
This time lost I won't be found again

Like old days, we will travel on butterfly wings
Under smiling stars and morning sun
I will count the dew drops and your smiles
And you will sing me the song of Beren and Luthien

But some part me still wants you to keep distance
Do not want you to lose your immortality for this mortal man
I am in eternal turmoil between sacrifice and desire
How can my insidious heart seek your eternal fire?

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Memoria

Let us not get confined between when and where
Nor the reasoning shackles of why and how
Or moral dilemmas of right and wrong

Love


Never burn postcards of past
Those secret moments
When I let you weave my soul

Remember the song
Let heart suffer
Through past mistakes, future hopes and last

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Insomnia

Let me borrow your insomnia tonight
All your sorrows may pass on to me
May your heart find the joy it deserves
Knowing that, eternity is just a matter of time

Let go of all your troubles
Rest you must for morning will come soon
May my kisses find a place on each of your eyes
Let me remain awake in your dreamless sleep

Sunday, June 22, 2014

This side of Paradise

Through Rilke, Neruda and Yeats,trying to find my way
Each word, each poem become a new version of you
I feel the confusion of ages
When even words of those masters fail to express What I need to say


Behind the gossamer veil of reality
We act, play the part to be normal,
To fit into great scheme of things
in the eternal play of masks and mirrors

But after all theses years of exertions
Our souls still have a touch of invincibility
While God still prefer to play hide and seek
In this side of paradise

Friday, May 23, 2014

Intentional Dissonance

In this silent street, as the night approaches
Moon shivers in a pool of water
Through the broken parts of sky,clouds escape
And she seems as distant as galaxy's edge

Wife waiting for her drunkard husband to come home
The unemployed youth dragging himself to his adobe
Tired shopkeepers closing their shops
And my existence lost in her memory

Thousand morbid realities clash with each other
The moon ashamed, disappears in darkness
As dark clouds cover the eyes of the sky
All that remains between me and you, intentional dissonance

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Days Go By

The empty old classroom now signifies nothing
Which once sheltered mighty teenage ambitions
As the memories of years rust in silence
Days go by unmindful to its emotions

But look closer, you may find
Furtive glances of secret admirers bouncing on floors
Vacant tables playing dumb charades of hindi movies
And all our daydreams ready to escape through doors

What was once our song, someone else sings it now
What was once our dream, in someone else's heart it lie
But what we felt then, will always remain with us  unmindful to the days passing by
The empty old classroom signifies everything

Saturday, April 19, 2014

To A Sister

As the day of her marriage approaches
She becomes a synonym for cocktail of emotions
Sometimes happy for seeing all near and dear ones
At times fakes anger at pranks of cousins
And other-times sad for the all the memories she will leave behind

As I glance through the old photo albums
I can see thousand personas of her
Parent's obedient daughter, my secret keeper
Youngest sister's punchbag & best friend forever
And I cannot help but realize
You don't know what you have got till it is gone

Sunday, April 6, 2014

God of Small Things

A permanent poser for digital memories of uninterested tourists
No longer he holds power over life & death, poverty & wealth
Nor he can cure diseases or make rain
Behind the iron bars, he is just an artifact of old days
Not long ago, thousands used to come to his door for a glance of his magnificence
Kings used to bend their knees and offer penance
But those days are long gone, lost between his prolonged sleep and late awakening
Now he is no more omnipotent but just a God of small things

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Hope is a Good Thing

I am the web, I am the spider, and I am the ignorant fly
In circle of these affairs
I know the beginning, and I know how it ends
But still I hope for better journey in between
Be it a crowded universe or solitary dimension
In the end, I come back to you
Seeking the world which was denied
When all imagined ones shatter on shore of reason

Friday, February 21, 2014

In the name of a Rose

While cleaning my room of adamant cobwebs, empty bottles & old letters
Came across your sketch and a rose once you wore in your hair
The proud flower is now nothing but few old grey petals
But if you have time, you can come and see for yourself
How after all these years, you still steal my heart with one stare
But why go back and get imprisoned in clasp of time
Life is as good as it gets
It is better to hold your sketch than you in my arms
Who knows how our life would have been
I could have betrayed you or you could have betrayed me

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Survival of the ‘Married’

The survival value of the God meme in the meme pool results from its great psychological appeal.
                                                                                                       (Richard Dawkins, The Selfish Gene)

After the idea of God what can have more psychological appeal than idea of marriage.

Over the years, against my better judgment (believe me, I too can think), most of my friends have marched happily to sacrifice their freedom in the altar of marriage. As if the child ego state inside them lured by all the fireworks, hullabaloo of marriage ignores warnings of adult ego state and says ‘qubool hai’.  

The reasoning they gave can be grouped under several clichéd excuses such as parental pressure, time-tested tradition or obligation to evolution etc.

I do not blame them. But I do blame the reasons they gave. I can understand someone marrying for love. But marrying for tradition!

Irrespective of your gender, once you cross the magic age 25, it seems universe starts conspiring against you. Your relatives start bringing proposals of perfect matches, neighbors have a single agenda ‘Why Mr. X’s son/daughter is unmarried till date’, Colleagues have single lunch-table discussion topic ‘When are you getting married’’. Even the neighborhood shopkeeper does not hesitate in asking, ‘When will I get sweets’.

Over the years, movies, novels, TV serials shaped our understanding and made us believe that marriage is the answer to all problems; A Happily Ever After kingdom exists. Rarely someone said ‘Hey dude/dudette, sometimes light at the end of tunnel is not the escape route but the incoming train’. I am not saying that all marriages end ill or there are no happy couples. My only objection being leaving this important matter to chance rather than own choice.

Yes I do understand that not everyone is a born Casanova or Cleopatra and not all have equal opportunity to get that they want. But that doesn’t mean you flip a coin and base your life decision on it.

I know my argument lacks some merit. Man is supposed to be social animal. Individuality is a dangerous idea. Hence our society is not very fond of bachelors or spinsters and they will be seen as abnormalities in a perfect system. Married couples have better access to rented houses, restaurants and even they get discounts for club entries. The ‘Survival of the fittest’ translates to ‘Survival of the married'.

However all matters aside, as an individual we all are curious to take a new step with hope that it will be a welcome change in life. There is always a certain void in our ever-wanting heart for love & happiness that we try to fill by getting into new relationship(s). We are like drowning people; whoever comes in our way we clutch into hoping that we will be saved by him/her.


As Philosopher Michael Sandel once argued that, whatever we might like to think, we are never entirely free, nor would we want to be. The very ties that give our lives meaning also constrain us and it is precisely by constraining us that they give us meaning.

Friday, January 31, 2014

A Good Year

Some moments have lost their direction
Got entangled in your smile
Drunk , they bump into each other
And keep accusing me for a while



My fingers running through your face
Feels like a wild flower singing in the breeze
I don't know the meaning of the song
But will keep listening till I die

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Metamorphosis

No longer my heart seek whys and why-not
Or the constant urge to connect the dots
No more I question the dice that rolls; in favor or in odds

I wonder, is this because of excess wine or me becoming wise
Which is ‘a priori’ and which one ‘a posteriori
Or may be a bit of both, as no one can distinguish

In this metamorphosis of my soul;
I do not know whether to cry aloud or rejoice in silence
As I can feel the rain even the sky is without a single cloud