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Apr 2021 · 120
Marriage
Slow and cold breeze,
Gushing in her face,
Standing on the window,
She happily thinks of her good old days,
Gently caressing her hair.
Now that marriage looms on her head,
The simple thought of sharing space with an unknown,
Sends shivers down her vein.
Her fears are not unfounded,
She doesn’t know him,
And now she has to change herself to the tune of her husband,
Life is harsh.
But maybe not for her,
Maybe she gets the whole new world to explore with her husband.
She looks up from the window,
The moon smiled at her,
She thanked her in anticipation.
Apr 2021 · 117
Unfaithful
My love for you is your laugh in leisure,
Your leisurely laugh is all I have.
Just hold onto one secret my baby,
Never tell about us to anyone.
I don’t want another heartbreak,
I live in fear,
For people may question your loyalty.
Apr 2021 · 644
Love you
She said,
Take care.
How shall I make her understand,
I have to take her care.
Apr 2021 · 92
Alone
Ticket collector asked for the tickets
I handed over to him two tickets,
He asked,
Where is the other passenger?
Gazing over the horizon,
I replied with heavy heart,
I am with myself.
Apr 2021 · 421
Don’t leave me
You had just stepped into my life,
How can I let you go?
Please stay awake baby. Please.
Take a sip of coffee,
While I make your bed.
Do not utter a word,
You may lose energy.
Don’t worry sweetheart,
I can read your eyes.
Yes, I will switch on the fan,
And put a blanket on you.
Take a sip of coffee,
While I make your bed.
Apr 2021 · 108
Breakup
No one can fool me now,
She taught me well.
Apr 2021 · 277
I love you
I saw a hand in her hand
Yes I witnessed my fall in broad daylight.
Nothing to worry about my dear,
I won’t let you realise my fall.
I love you,
I have never asked anything in return.
Apr 2021 · 85
Love
I love you,
I am not looking for a response,
I love you,
It’s Ok, if you don’t love me back,
I love you,
These are my emotions for you,
Not a contract for you to be a part of,
I love you.
Apr 2021 · 99
Why?
She left me
She said nothing
She stopped talking to me
She said nothing
I kept ringing
She never responded
Why I asked
God smiled and replied
Some questions better be left unanswered
Move on.
Apr 2021 · 133
Life teaches you
Lonely but woke,
Silent but not lost.
My heart was broken,
At every nook and corner.
Friends turning chameleons,
All I have absorbed.
Gullible,
That was me.
Stupid,
That was me.
Turned around,
Alas! All were busy.
This lesson was also essential,
For the softness in me,
To bloom further.
This lesson was essential,
To get on the mission,
To keep myself happy.
There were times,
When I needed someone,
Smoke and music kept me alive though.
Now that I am getting my life back,
I will have to keep it safely,
To hold the hands of needy.
I need their blessings,
To keep myself moving,
For the time when I die,
I can have people and not chameleons,
To carry me to my grave.
Apr 2021 · 1.1k
I am fine
S(he)never says anything,
Takes all the insults on her chin.
When asked,
S(he)says,
I am fine.
Strength is s(he),
S(he) is strength.
Apr 2021 · 478
Love
I will hate,
If I hold you tight.
I am afraid,
You may slip away.
But I will make sure,
To love you,
To take care of you.
So that when,
I am not around,
You will have good memories,
To smile at.
Sep 2019 · 143
Dawn
Sky is red,
Birds chirping,
Life coming to pace.
So smile for you got one more day to pray.
Sep 2019 · 202
Hiding
You hide from the world
Or
The world hides the best from you.
In either case, you are at loss.
So open up and meet and greet.
Sep 2019 · 164
Afraid
Life is a journey.
A journey whose vehicle are just two.
Fear and greed.
And I tell you that,
Both should be driven with caution and constrain.
Sometimes it’s fear that makes you move forward,
Fear of losing. And that makes people afraid.
Rightly though. We should be afraid.
And then it is greed that makes us move forward,
Hunger to achieve more and better,
As we set our feet on unchartered plains.
That’s called taking risk and that makes us afraid.
Rightly though. We should be afraid.
Being afraid is not bad. It’s good.
That’s what turns into strength while we move ahead.
It were the days,
When we were the El Dorado.
It were the days,
When we used to be the benevolent helper of the world.
Soon came the Britons,
Alas! How unfortunate were we.
Sooner came the Great Bengal famine,
As we became the crutches of the English crown.
Alas! How hapless were we.
But as any believer will say,
Time keeps on churning.
As came the midnight of fifteenth,
We had our moment.
When for the first time,
We standing as one,
Stared awestruck,
From the darkness into the light.
All the dark grey clouds over us,
Hanging down like broken shackles,
As we entered, holding each other’s hand firmly,
Into the safe shadows of independence,
The epitome of bliss,
Whose shrine will always be celebrated by us,
“WE” The Indians.

Happy Independence Day.
As we recall the horrid past, my choice of words may not suit some. To all those who may feel offended, I extend my sincere apologies.

Pushkar
Aug 2019 · 157
Home
Home
You were the only address I had
You didn’t change when I kept growing
I got a new address now
And that’s draining my morale
You were there when I wished anything
I will be home to be there with you well before the sun sets on you.
Aug 2019 · 119
How shall I tell you?
How shall I tell you?
About a spell that has bound me.
How shall I tell you?
Before the soul dies,
About a spell that has bound me,
About a spell that’s downing,
Any change that is coming to me.
How shall I tell you?
About a fire that is getting quenched,
In the eyes of dark grey clouds,
That I am struggling to face them.
How shall I tell you?
About a soul that is bereft of love.
How shall I tell you?
About an addict who wishes,
To see his own blood all the time.
How shall I tell you?
About a dream slayer,
Who is killing his dreams,
Only to let the fate have the last laugh.
How shall I tell you?
When the story is far from over,
That I won’t stop at nothing,
That I will face my demons,
That I will change,
That I will collect all the pieces,
That I will not let myself die in my own ashes.
Alas! How on earth shall I tell you?
When a phoenix is rising from the ruins.
When Lord Buddha has started smiling.
When Jesus has just arrived Jerusalem.
Yes, I will tell you, yes you will get the answer.
But first let the journey finish, you will get all your answers when you see the legacy that I left behind.
May 2019 · 201
Who are you?
This one is written in my mother tongue , Hindi.
See notes for translation please. Thank you.


मैं शून्य हूँ,
अंत की शुरुआत से पहले की कल्पना हूँ।
भोर फटने से पहले की,
मैं एक प्रहरी की चीत्कार हूँ।
मैं सृजन से पहले का भाव हूँ।
हर सोच की शुरुआत हूँ मैं।
मैं अनंत हूँ,
अंत किसे कहते हैं,
उसकी खोज में निकला,
मैं एक पथिक हूँ,
मैं शून्य पे बैठा,
अनंत की सोच रखने वाला निःशब्द आदि हूँ,
मैं अंतरआत्मा की अभिव्यक्ति हूँ,
मैं शून्य भी हूँ, मैं अनंत भी हूँ।
I am the start,
The thought before inception,
Right before when the dawn breaks,
The shout of the soldier.
I am the start of a thought process,
The start of any emotion.
I am the infinity,
Tiring myself out in the sun,
To find where I end,
Defining my own legacy.
I am the all mighty,
Sitting at the start,
And smiling at the roads,
That will lead me to my legacy.
I am the voice of my soul.
I am the start, which until I leave for the heavenly abode, will remain an infinity.
May 2019 · 169
Don’t Give Up...
How shall I tell you?
About a spell that has bound me.
How shall I tell you?
Before the soul dies,
About a spell that has bound me,
About a spell that’s downing,
Any change that is coming to me.
How shall I tell you?
About a fire that is getting quenched,
In the eyes of dark grey clouds,
That I am struggling to face them.
How shall I tell you?
About a soul that is bereft of love.
How shall I tell you?
About an addict who wishes,
To see his own blood all the time.
How shall I tell you?
About a dream slayer,
Who is killing his dreams,
Only to let the fate have the last laugh.
How shall I tell you?
When the story is far from over,
That I won’t stop at nothing,
That I will face my demons,
That I will change,
That I will collect all the pieces,
That I will not let myself die in my own ashes.
Never give up.
Aug 2018 · 152
....Life....An irony....
......gone are the days,
......when grandma told stories of fairies.
......gone are the days,
......when mom used to wait for me to have lunch together.
......gone are the days,
......when I waited for my brother to finish his homework so that we could play.
Now are the days that I talk to myself only when on office toilet seat,
Don’t even think of others in my life.
I am bored.

— The End —