in ignorance

It all started in ignorance,
long ago, in juvenile days.

I was gratified and lively ,
she was engaging and lovely.

It evolved and proliferated,
under the warmth she offered.

I was on a heaven ride,
as I saw her beside.

It was absolute and chaste,
life was at halt with no haste.

Time took a turn in yoU,
We became I and you.

This also happened in ignorance,
perhaps just now, when I am hapless.

who are you

Who are you?
Do you even exist?
Or are you just a perception,
a long dreamt image,
written permanently in mind,
like childhood in veterans.

You keep coming back to me,
like a bat in old house,
loyally and promptly,
shying away from light,
and gone in night,
leaving sleepless sleeps.

My legs are shaking,
eyes are burning,
like that of a fisherman,
who is fighting a hurricane,
and lost his boat,
and like a goat,
who is at edge of knife,
and struggling for life.

what should i do

There wasn’t any argument,
not even a goodbye,
things just settled down,
of its own, without any fuss.
That was another beauty,
of your disposition.

There wasn’t any exchange,
not even any contacts,
we just collected self,
budge away, from each other.
That was another show,
of your selfless self esteem.

There isn’t any choice,
but you even didn’t ask me to wait.

Rocks

They could be a shelter,
a cordial solid floor,
at the time of twister.
On subsiding of weather
Biding adieu is healthier.

Rocks are not destined to plough,
the river roars or sings a song,
they just stare mutely at their flow.
No emotion, no regret, they will show,
they are colder than the snow.

With time they fade,
edges have to erode,
but there they stand,
serene, finally to be sand.

In a way it’s good,
though unexpected,
ill-timed and ill-fated,
but translation is bound.

there was a dream…

There was a compelling aroma of your tea,
which was ignored amid the tittle-tattles.

There were a lot of squabbles on trivia,
which always end up in conciliatory gestures.

There was communication of wrapped gifts,
which are now hanging on wall overlooked.

There was enjoy in rain and sunshine both,
which is now buried under umbrella.

There was a dream, your name with me,
which has rendered to a mere password.

Twilight

It’s just another end of day,

But it seems so stranger.

 

Reddish orange sky settling to black,

Kite flying, breeze chilling and spongy.

So stunning, so vibrant. 

It’s just another end of day,

But it seems so stranger.

 

Echo of ajan from far away,

mixed with chaos of child play.

So pleasant, so refreshing.

It’s just another end of day,

But it seems so stranger.

 

Odor of cuisines from kitchen,

And aroma of moist dust,

So hungry, so healthy.

It’s just another end of day,

But it seems so stranger.

 

 

Why I can’t love my INDIA

Once I moan to my mom,

about the agony of my room.

Rats dancing on the table,

spiders hanging across levels.

Leeches sucking blood,

the place is just misplaced.

And she smiled……

From room to country, I moved,

and the evils simply amplified.

Rats from environs attacking Mumbai,

scarcity web prevailing geography.

crooked and privileged sipping economy,

no legroom for exponential community.

Then, my mother inform,

its only me who can transform,

and I did.

Let us again, a journey to thousand miles begin,

So that I can say proudly….yes, I love my INDIA.

Why?

She was beauty and bold,

hinted me, just be on hold.

Homely, sophisticated and fair,

were the plain traits I asked for?

Looking into the eyes

Without any fear

She asked me honestly,

What is this homely?

To be dwelled

friendless and lonely.

Being without a guy,

without a story?

Did I ask your chastity?

she put it exactly,

Was she crazy?

Asking a guy,

of his chastity.

come on! It’s not customary.

I wonder now, but why?

Unjust and unfair,

 only for she?

why?