brimming with rain water
i am gonna spill
your love from
my heart's crater

cannot take it more
you belong to me no more
forgiving is not enough
take back all that is yours

somebody must freeze
my emotion
my elation
my abrasion
i want to stop awhile
and touch each of them

i did fly higher
but my wings caught fire
took me down
down to the ground
where i belong
even if beguiled

feelings melt
flow like lava
burning but docile
moving but adamant

i want to touch
and see through them
or into them
do they hold
those thousand thoughts thine?

When I'd sail upon the moon boat,
I would think of all I have got,
An old dime in my left pocket,
In the right, one gifted locket,
umpteen shades of memory,
from my mind's secret brewery,
my palm drawn upside in space,
upon which once your hand you placed,
twinkling under fair, raining light,
all I have would come to sight,
another pocket, another thing,
a time-old letter that gave me wings,
what else do I do have,
nothing much I could save,
but yes, there's too, this crimson glow
which my heart refuses to show,
it used to unlock in someone's arms,
and I've lost those keys long ago.

Just by the moment
you seek a star,
I wish to become one,
our wishes streaming out
of the same spring.
while you run away from me
into hidden solitude,
I'd become your abode
in equal disguise.

the words fluttered,
swung, swept, swooshed,
bemoaned, bereaved, bedazzled,
leapt, lauded, littered,
hovered, heckled, hiccuped,

made U-turns, took deep dips,
underwent saucy somersaults,

played like notes,
acted like songs,
usurped as oaths,
humbled as prayers,
slaughtered as killers,

punctuated, presided, presumed,
abetted, adhered, attacked

while the paper endured all with love.

While the mind wondered over its own wit,
the heart just kept on beating for all,
and all those driven crazy by heart came better off
than those who turned mad in their minds.

there is another big world I keep

in the small space of my room;

my dreams tucked by board pins,

some letters stashed by paper clips,

notes of joy, laughter, little sadness

inside the yellow-turned diary pages,

some secret souvenirs of good time

kept neatly hidden in my wardrobe,

few oblivious scribbles on window pane,

old leaf, dry roses, ink, wall art, gadgets,

glad that I have taken care of them

always, like cherished treasures of mine.

the bright and the dark equally welcome,

wind and whispers settle swiftly in moonlight,

by my bedside, where many stories sit,

which I read or heard many many times.

whistles from some star ruffle my hair,

remind me of the times of love and talks,

I look out of the window, into the open,

where vivid memories glitter in the sky.

COME, stand in utter rain
with utter joy
what looks wet is not you
nor the world
but a haiku

Come to spring fields
wrap yourself with the glistering glee
what starts a lulling glow within
is not your senses
but a haiku

Ride on the coolest wave in summer
traverse over the hottest stretches
what soothes the tropical world
is not a breezy saunter
but a haiku

Hang in mid-air like haze and trickle in awe
some things would thaw, some things would snow
what dances with the sun rays under the sky blue
is not the warmth of nature
but a haiku

Even though you were gone,
I put back your words,
Derived the worth,
Fought the sump,
And justified your wrath.
Strong I am.
If not for me,
For your words' sake.

Under the smiling trenches,
And laughing burrows,
When the sun is no more seen,
All are same, you and me.

Did you take away from my yard
Some seeds long back,
And sowed them all
On my destiny's way?
For when I walk on,
Every once in while,
I see some flowers
That seem to know me.

Drips from my face, molten soul
About to die and fall, on the altar.
Is this the life you said'd be noble?
So painful, and just too much pain?

No body to heal, no body to feel,
The torment, the ache, the anguish.
Ah, its hurts like a snake too gruesome,
Ripped apart I am in eternal sorrow.

ONE day,

a log
said to the bog,

"you're all mud
and you ever survive,
i am all wood
but i always die."

the bog spoke,
after a long sigh,
"it is transformation,
which you deny.

I turn into nothing but soil,
when it is too hard to toil.
the sun smokes up all water,
i become a happy crater.

then comes by, the rain,
fills my bowl once again.
i see wild weeds,
some dormant seeds.
water lilies, papyrus, mangroves,
are all that come to me and grow.
i laugh with them, they sing with me,
castaway afar, but glad are we.
together we live and fear not fate,
that is how i live ahead!"

i am a program
i am meant to act when asked
i am meant to be efficient
i am made to deliver
all that I can.

just a program
fated to suffer
fated to be silent
under goodness' disguise.

Sometimes we know not our heartbeats that survive
On the bank of the river, or on a stranger's boat

Waiting for us over time to come around
And to take back what we thought we have no more

I see words and words all around,
they swarm, change forms,
they twinkle like your eyes,
smear me like your smile does.

Here I am,
Between the silence and sound,
They both exist right here,
One step, one pause. Pause. Step. Pause. Goes on.

Rest for whom,
Restlessness for what,
My destiny starts and stops here,
My life begins and ends here.

I find no yesterday,
nor any tomorrow,
I bring myself to just one moment,
This.

Life and Love merge.
Unfolds nothingness.
I am enlightened by truth
Of being nothing and all.

Do not touch me,
I would burst off,
Into flecks of chagrin,
And delate your propinquity.

I am rain dropped,
On the greener grass,
And there I hang slackly,
Upon its trenchant blade.

I am betrayed by vagrant clouds,
Suspended from moving sky,
My abode is forsaken,
Taken away by winds.

Do not touch me, rather
I would embrace the soil,
Seep into pores and phloem,
Meet the river and rise again.

It was all stark silence across the verdant meadow
The soul rested in total peace and some bliss
Until one dark night, when the wind blew really hard,
Rain-kissed drops broke its slumber and made it rustle
From underneath it came a song of ecstasy and joy
I wonder if I heard just that moments back?
And I wonder how many years have gone by, since.

Their reasons were never enough,
Songs never that playful,
Tastes never made harmony.
Despite all this, they kept up.

One day was fury,
Other was romance.
Sometimes they fought.
Sometimes they danced.

Minutes of hatred,
Minutes of love,
They loved to reason,
They reasoned to love.

Do all stories
Move like this?
Under darks of night,
Under day’s bliss?

What goes right,
What goes wrong?
What cuts it short,
What takes so long?

If path is true,
Ends never matter.
With each passing second,
It just gets better.

Irish dreams in blue eyed sleep,
Won’t last longer.
Purple wishes inside grayed walls,
Won’t live forever.

Your bohemian thoughts flare up;
Light this place with moonsome fling,
How do I survive
The sting of fate?

The more you glow,
The more you make me burn.
All the more your silence stays,
It twice becomes my clamour.

I understand
You’re killing me,
Playing god over my mortality,
But that’s just fine,
I never loved life either,
Until you showed me
How beautiful it is.

Alaskan chill within my heart’s alleys,
Won’t get any warmer
Until you deliver
One sharp blow to my soul.

I would be waiting
To get over,
Whatever I sought,
Whatever you taught.

twice starts the day
for those who have
masks to change
roles to play
------------
no one knows
where it ends
the journey that begins
pure as spring
----------------
i won't mind a thing
if you so desire
but, it is my minding
that you did long admire
-----------
like anyone else
i'd be born to die
again and again
and over my sighs
-----------
who tells you
i can survive
what they don't know
i long back died
--------------------
believe not anymore
i am done with all
not a single hope
remains under my control
---------------------
there was no certainty
that death would come
until we broke few promises
until we betrayed some
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my mind is fickle
conditioned into doom
but yours is no different
so certain our fates loom
-------------------------
i may be your first doubt
but i am my last fear
i am not willing to give up
what my soul is ready to bear
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On the busiest of days,
even prettiest of faces,
can sulk into nothingness.

Where is the smile
she used to have,
at the time when it all started.

Reassurance is gone,
And so is self-belief,
I might ask, 'what you did?'

Look back, you would find a way,
look back, if you want,
for pearls often are left behind.

During those hurried hours
of the flight to well-being,
when you race past everything,

Surging on like unceasing greed,
you outstrip your own noble deeds;
look back,
for pearls often are left behind.

He had a rugged face
that held forth
an insolent attitude.

He cursed under each breath,
and denied life its reverence,
on more than one occasion.

So, when he cried,
no body cared,
no body even looked enough.

For if they had,
they could see
his wounded heart

That was struck
by a bullet
and was bleeding him to death.

Because, he just had rescued
a young girl
from the local brothel.

Stains on his cloth,
were green and brown,
for he had helped her run
through the entire forest.

His name was unknown,
but even though
he was a stranger,
he resembled the brave,
represented the noblest,
the gone and the present,
who belonged to everyone.

It was the usual tick-tock,
but it spun at a different time,
a time of merrymaking,
a time, of mirth & laughter,
of castles & soldiers,
of kings & folks,
of a princess very beautiful,
of a prince miles distant.

The clock was unmade,
but the sound was there,
of two hearts,
which beat as fast.

A story sprang forth
between the quiet intervals,
between the two far-aparts.

They wove a saga timeless,
and hence,
we are sitting across,
under this bonfire,
eager to know,
what love is like,
what makes its sound,
the tick-tock?

Our paths crossed,
our thoughts collided,
somewhat she wondered,
somewhat did I.

Both, amused, paused,
spoke one at a time,
listened one at a time,
our destinies merged.

Songs were made,
music hauled,
smiles rushed in,
a story composed,

Until the last day,
when she bade goodbye,
our hands disjoined,
and eyes met for a split second.