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A Cup of Sin... I closed eyes & laid my head back, Curly hair tickled my bare neck, My eyes tracing dancing stars in darkness, My fingers wrapped around your fingers. Bitter sweetness filled in air, Dancing fumes raising from my cup, Dark liquid looked sinister, Like serpent tempting eve with smile.

It all seems like yesterday…

It all seems like yesterday… It all seems like yesterday, I was waiting for u to come, The breakfast was getting cold, And u run into canteen hair ruffled. It all seems like yesterday, We sat in the green grass, Overlooking the shining red waves, With thoughts intermingled about us. It all seems like yesterday, Pulling me through the crowd, U walked ahead holding my hand firmly, And if I slipped ur eyes searching for me. It seems like only yesterday, We waited at station with ur bags, The whistle seemed so distant but near, And ur smile mingled with tear so clear.

Sweet Waiting...

Silver sparkle ran down the waves, Eyelids blinked when it shone. The setting sun blushed deep, Excitement of unknown lingered for him. Sweat dripped down her brow, Streams broken by end of saree. Her fingers, palm molding flow, Eyes stealing a glance at clock. The clock sparrow came out and cooed, She checked room in quick glance. Sweet fragrance from daisies drifted in, She quivered as cold water touched her skin. White mogra crowned her black hair, Her red saree holding her in one. Crickets in orchestra drowned the sound of silence, She sat on verandah, playing with trinkets. Watched moon wane among clouds, Stars blinking & going off to sleep. The gate cracked open, Her still body waking up in smile.

WAITING...

Waiting.. everybody waits.. since the time of birth every human being waits. be it something. be it someone. or be it a word, be it a gesture, be it a touch, be it a smile, be it a tear drop, be it a call, be it a letter... every body waits. my day starts with waiting for the alarm to ring.[ i doubt whether this machine is prompt or not.] as soon as it rings, i put on snooze and again wait for it to scream, trrrngggg... Then i wait for newspaper man to give his best shot in throw. i wait for milk to boil up. i run to bus stop for bus and there also i have to wait. i wait to get a seat. i wait inside the running bus to reach my stop. i run to canteen to please my angry stomach, there i wait for my order. After finishing another waiting for few minutes to get bill. Phew!!! people dont want their own money or wat??? Running back if your work depends on team members and then wait.. My system network connections are not at all trustworthy.. It takes a break by itself eve

LOOKING FOR SOMETHING...

  LOOKING FOR SOMETHING… Walking down the lanes of memories, I stop at each station and search. I twist all the branches out of my way, I jump over all the boulders. I run through the empty streets, I knock on the closed windows. I pant; I wait for a breath, Then again I started, all alone. I conclude those lanes to be wrong. I cradle my head in my hands, I have reached the dead end. My knees dropped, my tears finding its way. I look around only to find crowd, They wait, and they wait, For my answer, which I have none. They turn their back leaving me all alone, And I pull up myself to start over again

I am afraid...

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I am afraid… I compelled myself to pen it down, Struggling hard with the inner fear, They won’t accept it, I know; The rawness of being human. I see them hovering on me, I fear not their acceptance, For that, I care not even a bit, I am afraid to be naked. The words leave me defenseless, I need no cover from their rejection, But their love, I despise, It’s poisonous enough to kill a snake. Still I compelled myself to pen it down, To be alive in this dead cold world, My words pull me out from anesthesia, I warm my shivering heart in it. I try to stand up and stamp my feet, They had frozen and joints hardened, I should run to save myself, From what they call it, love.

numbness..

dats wat i felt when i changed my place. numb.!!! u dont know whether to b happy to have changed ur old boring lifestyle or sad to leave all dat ws comfortable. yet wat i feel is numbness. this numbness creates a methodical analyses of surroundings,..i know i m getting a bit statistical but this analyses do take place and i let it go its way. new place..first question is "shelter"...not after much efforts i got one.. about dat i ll write later as i need to shift to there in a week r so.. next question is adjusting ur senses to check out the "transportation"...too bad in this area. i forgot the main one... "language"..u ask the same thing in different languages.. ur efficiency in all of ur known languages is tested and u conclude dat u need to add this new one to ur knowledge bank if u dont want to talk using all ur body parts... then its "food"..taste buds get superb chance to get tested and tried. spicy not so spicy..weird looking and blank ones