When I blink, do my eyes best see,

For when I sleep, they see thee,

Gloom hence stands in my dreams, rejected,

The bright takes over dark, unexpected.

As thou walk with the cherry smile,

Magnetizing, poets, artists and alike,

As thou hide your shy, an attempt futile,

A poet smiles, for thou art his muse for life.

A waste metaphor in a poet’s verse,

For your mere account is far lovely,

Anything ahead, an idea averse,

No painting, no poem, so effectively.

       There is more living in thy wonderful heart,

       Than poet and artist dedicating their art.

(Attempt at a Sonnet)

कहानिया तोह बहुत है ,
किस्मे तुम्हे राज़ आयेगा ,
ज़िन्दगी, तोह एक कविता है,
क्या पता क्या साज़ छाएगा ।
अनेक में से एक चुनो,
या पुराने किस्सों से नयी कहानी बुनो,
रंगों का क्या है,
वोह खिलते ढलते है,
समा अब तुम्हारा है,
चलो पन्ने पलटते है।
ज़िन्दगी मेहेक से भरने का ख्वाब था,
दिल मैं सपनो से बूना आसमान था,
कोशिश की बहुत, कुछ पाया कुछ खोया,
ख़ुशी मैं नाचें, मुश्किलों मैं दिल रोया,
आज आपने कमाल किया,
जैसे ऊपर वाले का हाथ था।
आपके इश्क ने तोह हमे घायल किया,
दूर ही सही,आपने अपना कर दिया,
क्या माहौल बनाया आपने,
बस,हमे तोह दीवाना कर दिया।​

Last night I traveled through time,

Went to the future & the past afar,

Visited Da Vinci, Bhagat Singh,

And the inventor of the car.



Then I had a thought,

Something of contrast,

We’ve committed our future,

So why not our past?

I took junior me,

And flew to junior you,

On my way, I told him

Stories about our love, true.



Cute things we did together,

Clockwork at midnight,

Our date at the beach,

Supposed love at first sight.



He was so **** excited,

I could see it in his eyes,

Then I told him what I did wrong,

All my faults, All my lies.



He said I was stupid,

And he’ll do it better,

Each day he’ll love you,

And write you a lovely letter.



I told him about your past,

Or at the time, your future,

He said he’ll care,

And with care he’ll nurture,



I then told him about me,

What scarred me before,

He told me not to worry,

Cause I’ll have you, unlike afore.



We reached your town,

Was early in the morn,

Bought you gajras you love,

For your hair, for you to adorn.



The junior me, held a rose,

In front of you it stood,

He looked at your luscious hair,

But didn’t feel a thing he should.



How is it that this happened?

Why didn’t your eyes shine?

Where is that sparkle,

Which I so dearly called mine?

I came back to the present,

Straight from there to you,

Looked right into your eyes

Ah! the sparkle, the hue!



It’s here, I said.

Where else my love, you asked.

I thought I had lost it, I said.



I had missed it dearly, I said,

But where had it gone, you asked.

It wasn’t in our past, I said.



You smiled at me,

and I knew exactly where it was.

Love said it’ll always be here

Love said it’ll always be true

But love left,

And I said nothing but thank you.

Love came on a bright afternoon,

with coffee and chocolates.

Love taught me how to read,

made me fall in love with books

And I said nothing but thank you.

Love made me breakfast in bed,

Sang me songs when I couldn’t sleep,

Love believed in me when I didn’t

And I said, again, thank you.

Love, entangled itself around me

like the vines of grape plant

and made me forget things

what I shouldn’t remember anyway

And I said nothing but thank you.

​​But now; love is gone

And love says, it’s her, and not me,

But how can it be her when it’s clearly me

when I’m the one scared

scared to feel, scared to stand

scared to sleep, scared to dream

but how can it be her when it’s clearly me

whose stomach hurts all night

from the way I ache for it to be held

the way love ​used to.

I’ve been told to forget

Do I forget reading​? No

Do I forget smiling? No

Do I forget being happy? No

No, I will not

cause how can I break myself again

for it took while so much effort to complete me

i might have a love sized hole in my soul

and i know it has spaces to be filled

but it was filled once, and it would be again

and I only want to say thank you

Thank you for showing me worlds I didn’t believe in.

Thank you love, for making me understand me.

Thank you love, thank you for stopping by.​​

-
(14/08/2013)
(An attempt at Spoken Word.)

We breathe in pairs,
For every time I inhale, I exhale.
What if I told you, I saved one today?
For when I inhaled, I took one extra.
I saved that breath in me,
With your aroma preserved,
It has your scent.
It’s unlike the violets,
It’s unlike the wine.

I can stop seeing,
I can stop hearing,
But I can’t stop smelling,
For your smell reminds me,
Of a time unique,
Of days of innocent blue,
And orchids with dew,
It’s unlike the violets,
It’s unlike the wine.

It’s in my heart now,
Filling me up from inside,
And I promise I’ll keep it locked,
That’s where I would like it to stay.
I know you leave tomorrow,
And this is what I hold on to,
This shall remain my muse,
It’s unlike the violets,
It’s unlike the sunshine.