In you I was shaped
Slowly, with my ease and your pain
The smile you had when you
Knew I was, was there in you,
Unknowingly though, I did make you smile,
The best thing I could do for you, even though for a while.

I was then out into this world
Your milk, the nectar I drank
Life I did gain,
Gift I got, a gift of no rank.

To this day, you have not lost
Even one drop of that perseverance,
Which began back in the day
You are your own touchstone, no one in your way.

Your womb, the temple where
The oblations of your blood and pain structured me,
You are in front of my eyes my Goddess
Why for another Goddess should I look, should I see?

Not for me
does the sun burn,
not for me
does the earth turn,
not for me
do the waters flow,
not for me
does the moon glow.
not for me
do the birds sing,
not for me
do the birds not sing.
We are not
a family of loved ones,
we are not
companions in hate either,
we are just here now,
may be living till then
may be not.

It’s no beauty nor ugliness,
neither chaos nor finesse.
We’re in a maze,
trying to figure out,
what’s it all about.
Some say accident,
some say miracle,
some say a hole,
some say the pinnacle.

It isn’t a story
but an act extempore,
some act slavish,
some act free.

Until we figure it out,
Let us love each other all out.
Let us hold our warmth
in our embraces,
Soothe me when
my heart races.

Even if I never figure it out,
I’d know what love is about,
You could become my universe,
And I’d soothe myself knowing you,
If I ever could.

I be for you,
You be for me,
Let us love each other all out,
Even if we don’t figure it out.

Let us love each other
So that a few more verses are born
To crawl majestically on the thorn
Of the fear to lose the one you love
To finally get bruised and scattered
Letter by letter
Fetter by fetter,
falling apart and joining the letters of past
which fell like these long time back,
waiting for some more to fall in the future.

Scared you seem,
I wanted you to be,
So you love me
and never leave,
and spare my verses,
my letters.

Promise me you won’t be
like a sun or a moon to me,
I’ve told you my heart,
Don’t tear it apart.
But if you ever do that,
Do it like an art,
Be delicate,
Pierce me with a barbule,
The wound be like a mark,
A mark of my love,
And of your move so dark.

A bird with three wings of time
Loves to move in, stay & move out
Into houses with the first brick of which
She moves in & stays for a while.
Then as the last flutter of the third wing cometh,
The end of the stay too with that,
The bird says a goodbye to none.
Goes silently, who knows her when she goes?
The house crumbling down goes to the ground.
And the bird in another house,
Then another, then another, then
Another, since infinity till infinity.

Who has seen her?
Who knows if she's one or many?
Some say she's in the sky,
Some say she begot the sky, the earth,
Some say she is the sky, the earth & what not.
Some say she's a lovely illusion for those not eager for salvation.
Whatever she be, I feel her in me.
She stays fine, doesn't disturb.
Some day she'll leave me,
Don't know when,
None will see her going
Or coming.
But the bird will be there flying from one house to the other.

Take the stars
Put ‘em in your pocket
Take the sun
Make a locket
Wear it.
Near it
Would be burns
And heat,
No cheat
Could be done.
The price,
To hold the precious,
Success,
Recess?
From passion?
No fashion,
Could be established,
If it weren’t wished,
If it weren’t loved enough,
If the times weren’t tough.

Win isn’t a cherry,
Perfectly ripe,
It’s all a hype.
It’s a feel
Difficult to express,
Yet picking the words,
Just right enough,
To give a hint,
With the least tint,
Just as it were
The feel alone.

Not so easy it is,
Not so impossible I think,
Just that it can’t be had,
With the ease of a blink.
It’s an earning,
Which becomes an ornament,
Of the passion,
The passion to express,
To wrap the feel,
In the words’ dress.
Rare ones could undress
The feel and feel it,
And absorb,
The gladness,
The sadness,
The awe,
The wonder,
The thunder,
That I hid in the word.

Calm down,
Don’t rush,
Meditate on the feel,
Not on the word,
Either the word
Would appear,
Or you’d invent
Your own so dear.

Challenges many
Win but one.
If you dare to face,
The hurts in case,
Take the stars,
Put ’em in your pocket,
Take the sun,
Make a locket,
Wear it.

We’ll die someday,

This way or that way,

Or some else way,

But hey!

Are we afraid of it?

Yes we are.

We’re afraid of a ‘no’ in a love proposal,

Let alone death,

The end of all.

The epic fall,

After which there is,

Probably no rise.

I surmise.

Even if there is,

We won’t remember,

It is so,

As good as no.

Even after all the labs & tests,

Death with the unknown rests.

As much we may boast,

This may be our last toast.


Do not be afraid.

Forget the trivial complaints,

Forgive the forgivable taints,

You too have so many.

Be together,

Even in a dull weather.

Even a dull opportunity

Is better than none,

Who knows we may never see,

The next rise of the sun.