This place is where I find liberty Exists
No one knows me
I know no one
A perfect place to
say what we feel,
what we desire,
When life is unbearable and tries to break me from every nook and corner,
I come here and blabber my heart out,
What would have been my life
Without this place.

Hold my hand
And let the love play its symphonies
So that one day
If you leave it for some reason
The fragrance of you clings their to
Remind me you held it once;

Embrace me such a way
that our heart make the same rhythm
And the musical beat charm our soul
To unite and become single entity,
You in me; me in you lives;

Kiss me like you have never tasted this
ecstasy,
Let the lips touch lips
And give them ease and liberty to listen
the hidden words behind them;

Let the breath warm breath
And disperse in air
Making the sign and memoir of our
Closeness at this moonlit night;

Smile once looking in my eyes
And invent a new way for forthcoming
Lovers to use it on behalf of oath;

“Love’s mysteries are unknown” poets say,
So collaborate with me
Together we shall follow it till depth
And discover its root and create a new history;

I will not ask a solemn oath
Or dozen promises for life,
I’ve lived life in those moments
We were in each other’s arm;

BUT if love succeeds in parting us
Like it did to other great lovers,
Then this would be the victory
That will authenticate the love we shared
and witnessed;

They say, “everyone has something to yearn
their whole life”
If its true,
If I too have to lose you,
If I too have to yearn for something,
Then why it is not you?
The serenest, soberest and fairest creature on this earth
Why should not I pine for you.

Cold waves gushing
Making the Night shiver,
Diurnal folks in comfort of cosy beds
dreaming a happy world,
But like nocturnal birds I'm awake
Sitting on a leafless bough;
Benumbed and desolate,
Prying to catch a sight of fire,
In the meantime,
Trying to guard cold with my bare skin.

How are you tonight?
When the world sleeps, and
No one awake to notice
your hiccups and rolling tears,

Life is a butcher, isn't it?
Lover its instrument
to slice us in pieces,
And afterlife we
jostle from one person
to another.

So, my love! come
and give me a hug,
or tug me in your mantle
like you do to the wind,

Take me with you
where you go
Inhaling me little by little,
And once I'm all spent,
breath in me life
with a KISS!

Let me invoke the Devine Muses
Who sits on Mount Helicon
Cherishing the arts of poets and artisans
Whom they immortalized
By guiding their pen;

I implore your aid
In completing this poem
And several yet to conceive,
Fill in me the empty;
The lack of words, metaphors, smilies
And tropes to cover emotions.

O holy! Devine
Inspire my mind who craves fame
Aspire this pen to write truths name,
Fill it with the ink of courage;
No compassion nor fear can divert
It from unraveling the hidden.

O! Symbol of purity and keeper of sacred thoughts
You shape a bud into a plant
And by your one breath comes the spring;
Leaves, flowers, and fruits all,
Same way breathe unto me
Give me life and aim
To make this time count
And unconsciously— like great poets,
Metaphysicians and alchemists,
Mark my name and work in this world.

It's just a moment ago we met
And you insist on leaving this early,
Life has just only begun
Let's refrain from putting an end to it,

I'm lost, my love
Closing my eyes, I wait for sleep...

I have not loved you like an earthly creature
but worshipped like God with incessant
offerings and prayers,
How can you turn me down?
I have faith and heart and hope
and love in you,
Yet you keep beguiling me showing
different dreams,
Are you also one of the Greek Olympians?

If Laburnum is poisonous

Then its herb her kiss,

I could die a thousand times

If death ushers her scarlet lips

Deny the fact
Live in a dream...

The reality was not meant
for some of us.

Living my fears and dreams night and day,
I sleep in one, wake in the other.
Many things I try to hold at once
After a step they slip in the way
to be never recollected.

29-03-2020  23:49

Seven hundred kilometre away from my home,
Constant depressing news each morning,
I in this solitary city of Delhi speculate for the future.
I now feel what it meant to be free,
And what freedom meant for those who were enslaved for thousand years,
And why they fought ****** wars to get it.
It was all bestowed on me and now I realize.
Staying home all day by one's own volition
Is not similar to being ordered to stay home.
But why I complain about the necessity.
When Socrates was asked, "What does a man learn in his life?"
He replied, "Complaining, Glaucon."

I don't know when all of this will subside
What and who will be spared to read this, like I used to read
All the ****** wars in history-
WWI and WWII, recessions, depression.
Now I feel the psyche of people after WWII
And why Existential Philosophy evolved from it.

Going out to buy essentials is like walking on a tight rope
only a touch here and there and you will fall in the abyss.
Yesterday, I heard the news, a man locked for two days came
running down the street naked and bit a woman to death.
Will our psyche be affected by it?
What changes these days will breed in us?
The exodus of migrants are walking back to home amid lockdown
and walking not for 20-30km but 200-600km.
The fear not only of dying with the disease but of hunger, malnutrition is looming in the remote villages.

Turn your neck whichever way,
the talks of this disease everywhere.
How did the dark ages fight the plague?
A few weeks ago, reading the plays of Shakespeare,
I read in the introduction
Theatres were closed for two years because of Black death.
How trivial it looked to me reading from the distance of five hundred years.
But now when I see the cinema, parks, roads, rails, airways, closed in my own world-- I feel the magnitude of loss.
Have we really progressed?
Will the future generations will read this the same way I did?
Yes, Distance dampens the magnitude.
It's pretty late now, perhaps I should sleep now.
This quote
of Whitman is ringing in my head--

"How all times mischoose the objects of their adulation and re-
ward,
And how the same inexorable price must still be paid for the same
great purchase."

Good Night!

The Muse is generous these days
or the sadness is welling up,
Who knows?
Like a tired traveller, I'm moving my
pen in hope of reaching a destination.

She seals the bag
full of melancholic songs-
The precious weapon in my
poetic arsenal,
And revives in me the desire
To sing a love song;

Should I write it
on her beauty,
Or on the virtues
she doesn’t count,
That her soul is truth a pious seeks,
Or something she is unacquainted
in her till now,

Or on the blushing cheeks,
Or parting lips,
Mystic eyes, or Sufi voice,
Or the nose-pin shining ablaze,
Or simply arrange the words
to summarize her sleeping face,

Should I write—
Stars fall to make her wish complete,
That sunflowers follow the direction
she moves,
That leaves loose bough
to have a close look, of her.
What should I write?

The ashes are once again fired
by four years of idleness,
Yet again I want to plunge in the
Sea of madness
Knowing very well the outcome.

I'm lost, my friends! salvation is not possible now,
Tell God! I have found a person to worship on earth.

Just marking your absence
like a dog marks his path,
on wheels, and poles,
and sometimes on bed also...:)

No one knows this joy and
Ecstasy on my face, but if I tell, will you
Hear? Like an
Anodyne you entered my life. You're the life-saving drug I need.

I was walking yesterday
I am now,
And I will be tomorrow,
Nothing has changed,
We're hopeless and starved yesterday,
We're hopeless and starving now,
Day changes, the sun changes its course
But  we move on to the same dusty road
in search of handy chores
to hear the jingle in our pockets.


The stakes were different at different times.
Earlier it was thirst and hunger,
Now is the fight against stillness,
We cannot stop.
The houses that we built
The families that lived in it
barricaded from moving ahead,
But we must move on.

The vehicles, the baton, the air, the iron,
the hands of rich and politicians equally
noosing our neck, rammed us in desperation,
As we vowed not to stop.

Our sweat and blood wicks the lamps
glowing in those homes,
We are the horses that pulled these lifeless cities,
the moon shadowed under its corruption.
But we cannot compromise,
My life depends on the walk,
And I have to walk.

We cannot stop.
We must walk.
For those who stop withers early.

Walking in the darkness Came the sudden light,
I was astonished
It's she smiling so bright,

Eyes like Sirius star Glimmering below the sky,
I haven't seen ethereal elements
Sitting on earth in shades sundry;

Looking onto me she confirmed
and nod
As if she understood the sufferings I endure,
Her eyes magical bestows grace on whom it falls
Absolves from sins and every pitfall;

Who says, God, rewards grace in heaven?
Mere thinking about her redeems not one but seven, What's heaven, hell or earth
There's no one like her in all universe;

In dazzling beauty
She stood and walked
Forward came and a question shot,
"Why do you live in past?
Why always so secluded
No one in this world is just and placid,
Stop worrying, just live, and bounce
All aloof manners you have to renounce,

Bothering about future
You turn present into past,
This is the trick of time
By which it us devours, "

Saying this she drifted and flew in the air
I asked, who is she disguised in human form
Her abode where?

Only disembodied voice I heard in return
She'd already left from her sojourn,

"I'm an angel of your mother's fairytale
I live where there she prevails,
Heed the advice I gave you
'cause that is what she told me to tell you,

Your lover is tainted; not like God
For the person, you tried to die is a fraud,
Life is to live not to waste for trifles
Men are prone to fall walking on pebbles,
Open your eyes and see
Whatever you want is within your reach;"

I opened my eyes found myself in the patient's gown,
My wrist was dressed
Blood on it I found.

O traveler, why lookest thou straight
on the road
grave and speculative,
Depriving your eyes such a beatific sight,
See the angelic form standeth behind
the window curtain,
Come, wait, sit beside me, it’s worth waiting,
We both will sing in praise of her
And linger until she uncurtains the curtain.
You say it’s purposeless
Why argue?
Isn’t it the reason our maker gives us eyes?
Isn’t it the purpose of our mind’s evolution
to sing and hail the beauty; at least of her.

You won’t believe my word? Impertinence!
You will be blinded by her shadow
spare her presence; “stare not for long”,
What? You say it exaggeration…
Bon Dieu!
If beauty is not exaggerated
where lies its charm.

Look! her shadow moving, she is
growing impatient as if  getting
late to meet her lover.
Yes, she wins heart in a look
and crushes it in a blink and wins again
by smile.
Monarch sleeps in her bed
Life in right, Death in left hand; she possesses,
Judiciary in closet
And warriors in purse.
Countries bow, world kneel, universe supplicate
before her.
Stop! Where thou going?
Pardon these adynatons,
I’m drunk in her beauty.

Let us sing then, I’ll lead, you follow

Flowers wilting in chilled air,
Waiting clouds to part
To have a look fair,
Of moon…

Do see the restlessness in that room?
I can sense her ***** heaving, repressed
sighs and her fingers twisting, twirling
in exasperation,
It must be a lover
who invented the song, isn’t it?

A gloomy firefly in this starless sky
Searching his lover
Who has lost the light,
Wait not moon, rise, help him
In his plight…

Look! look! The curtain is drawn
There she, my sovereign,
don’t mistake her eyes for stars.
Have a profound look, but not too long;
this witnesses only fortunate.
What? you lost your vision-
But I warned you earlier.
Now, who’ll testify I saw her?

Motivation is high
A trophy awaits in the end,
I'm like a child in swimming
but I know to flutter my arms and legs,
I'm certain that this won't be easy
But I'm also certain that I won't drown,
I want to live a life on
the other side of the river dearly.

Empty window remembers the forlorn
eyes that stared the moon with burning passion,

Looking old photographs, he says,
"How do lovers survive apart?"

Some haunting memories
recurring every alternate day,
Stopping only to breath
to start afresh,
To play longer
this game of torture,

I dream of a dream in a dream
running helplessly to extinguish
the fire on my back,
Scratching the burnt shirt,
wallowing in sand & dust like a dog,
And when nothing helps
jumps into a muddy pond,

Like a theatre actor I'm
playing my part,
my role in my body,
I've transformed into no one now,
I live nowhere
But in mind,

I'm doomed, O forgetful!
Only because of remembering you.

O say, love, say,
What can I do to **** it and be free
In my old liberty?
—Keats

I
Snared in time
And wriggling on nightmares
At last I found you,
Zephyr like, you untied that knot,
Slowly wrapped
Me in more intenser charm
Only to push from height;

You acted like stage actor
In soliloquies, captivated
With mellifluous promises,
Like an audience I watched
Stunned with boundless emotions,
And ended up believing you.

II
There was a time when
I saw you as a
Rainy cloud to my drought
stricken heart,
Your promises bloomed hyacinths,
Lilies and wild roses—
Hyacinths painted days,
Lilies lavished new hopes.
And wild roses scent eclipsed past.
I loved you most of my days,
And on other I tried to love you
Yet, I kept it secret in fear
Of loosing you.

III
All for nothing!
Your childlike attention so easily
Faded and abandoned
The toy you played most,
It’s I always there, alone! laying in
the corner of your room,
Waiting forever to be held again
in your *****,
With the same endearment of gone days.
But you, absorbed in others
never gave a glance to me,
left me to perish drawing
an imaginary world
And then hoping to turn it real.

Mind is roaming like a pariah dog
in some dusty lanes and lonely paths,
Sleeping on debris, regaling in waste and dirt.
I was its master once
But has lost the control now,
Time ahead looks bleak with
the equation reversing slowly
When I see me trembling before his bark.

The moon has started missing the
face giving him company in
the lone, sad and frosty nights...

Be
my
Valentine,
O! You,
Who hasn't found one.

In the midst of this fleeting crowd, I

Lived like a hermit in seclusion, in search
of truth and purpose, saving the
vestiges of the bygone era, but one day you
entered in that hermitage like a deer, onwards

You became to me what stars are to the sailors,
Or gravity to earth, or library to an aspirant,
Under the shade of your love, I want to grow.

Studying the 'Base', 'Hypotenuse', and 'Height'
of a triangle,
My mind recalls what I witnessed in
that sensual night,
You were like an unconceived mathematical notion,
I a novice in geometry trying to draw a straight line
Of kisses on your shivering body,
How fragile those attempts were,
How lovely to see them fail,
Lying idle on the bed like a base of a building
I lured you to stood high above me,
And your hands pressing my chest as a ladder,

We're affixed like a right-angled triangle
Dizzy, and drunk exploring our area of love.

Try and linger
Jingle-mingle,
But do not wait for Love
remain single-wingle,
The ping-pong of life
the zing-zong of marriage
Is an hopeless affair;

So made up your mind
If possible, make it rewind
the break-ups
you got over with hiccups,
Remain single-wingle
Zing-zong and jingle,
Remain single-wingle,
Zing-zong and jingle.

"I love you"

notification appears

"I don't love you"
notification appears again,

Story ends.

Wrapped around the trunk
snake-like,
I taste the venom of my own tongue,
I lick the skin
in search of an antidote,
My last breath simulating the first
doubles the thirst to live,
But alas!
My love forsakes me to death

Feeling down?
Neither thoughts nor pen
taking birth in the womb
of your imagination?

Well, sit and do Maths
And see the magic.
You are more in love with words than numbers.

Someone
died,
few
rejoicing
that death,

I sit there
and watch like
God
the sorrow and joy.

Sadness lingers in my poems
like a lover sauntering in the lanes
of his beloved...

Dictating my mood
with a single thumb press,
I'm happy
Or Sad
It's only a matter of your single Text.

The
stars went
where you are
now, in that darkness
where Sun does not shine.

The remnants of our closeness
were eaten by our egos
Like cemented pillars we were affixed
in our resolution to not move,

Memory is shedding tears now
visiting that old site where our homes were,
The debris is disturbing to the eye
the stain of blood is not visible but
the ****** of this heart was in proportion
to the hundred wars.

The Great Debate started,
Parliament was the open forest,
electors were divided into two groups—
Sir Fox's, and
The Lion's,

The first group wanted to overthrow the Lion
from the sovereign head of the forest,
It was a tough job to confront Lion directly,
So, Sir Fox, appointed a Monkey as the Chief campaigner,
and that monkey appointed other monkeys in the business,
Scaring them with a story of vanishing trees, and living on
the land increases the mortality rate if Lion Party continues.

Monkey, the chief campaigner exclaimed,

“We are not living in the rule of law but in the rule of Lion,
All are equal, but the continuous target of a particular community,
Like a beautiful deer, by another community in majority
should be banned, Deers bring historic and aesthetic
significance to the forest
And need to be treated as the same,”
Deers bellowed gleefully hearing this.

Cows felt hurt,
their exclusion from Monkey’s speech
proved to be a setback to the Fox’s Party,
Cows were the most targeted community
by the Carnivores, everyone in the forest knew,
Potential voters were lost to Lion’s Party.

Polarising speeches of Chief continued,
It brought Rhinoceros to its side,
Seeing rhino in political rallies,
Hippopotamus chipped in,
To counter the increasing weight
Political advisor of Lion, i.e, Tiger,
persuaded Elephant to become an official
member of their party.

Hate speeches increased in numbers
Giraffe, the bearer and upholder of law,
Overlooked everything,
the long neck looked tilted towards
an ideology.

Rumours became truth,
truth became rumour
Monkey was good in it,
And an army of monkeys were excellent.

Parrots, Pigeons, Peacock,
****, Cuckoo, Cat,
Loved the importance they got,
Disseminated the Fox loving songs.
The listeners felt threatened,
They had an enemy living between them
and they were considering them friends,
They thanked the Parrot, Pigeon, Peacock
for pointing them out.

Now, biped hated quadruped,
Quadruped hated reptiles,
Reptiles did the same to amphibians,
And in this way the whole animal kingdom
danced in chaos,

The fiery speeches of Sir Fox helped
in creating illusion,
The slogan of the Man as a common enemy
was changed to, Feline as a common enemy,
Felines joined Sir Fox’s Party,
And Canines ran to Lion’s Party,
Obvious was difficult to observe
Obscure was easy to see.

**to be continued

Asphyxiated
High on sleeping pills,
A human form lies in bed,
Who knows what grief snatched
the bag of life from him,
Now he sleeps like a body
conquered by death,

I knew him once, he was a jolly creature,
the life of party, the dream of every girl,
drank wine like Romeo kissing Juliet,
danced a happy dance which his moving-shaking
limbs professed the inner detention,
But one day, he vanished, making parties lifeless,
girls restless, and Wine heartbroken,
He was amid us but so far,

I wonder about my inaction,
why I never invited him in
when he daily came asking for his room key.

The Well of patience evaporates gradually
like water evaporates under heavy sun,
I'm the bird of the Kindergarten books
Conditioned in optimism, 
Busy in throwing pebbles of hope.

Today, tomorrow, or after morrow,
One day or the other,
It'll run dry,
But I will continue
Hopeless and dissatisfied,
Dreaming and fabricating lies to me.