The monsoon feelings...

Washing my heart and my soul,

The water of heaven cleanses my skin.

The Monsoon has come once again

Making me fall for love –the sin.

I dance under the trees

Holding there swinging arms.

Drops from leaves,kiss my cheeks,

I’m the slave of such charms.

Flashing its pearly whites

The sky grins at me

Blinded by its own lights

To the darkness it has to flee.

I spread my arms

Submitting myself to the moment.

The moment of feeling

The feeling to let go of all ties.

Everything around giggles at me

Only smiles and no more cries..

Lost in some surreal world

I lose the sense of being earthly.

Why shouldn’t I?

Such ecstacy on Earth is

Just so unlikely!

The sun peeps suddenly

Silencing the vain thunders.

Stopping my thoughts

Causing an inner blunder.

Oh! Monsoon..

What an illusion are you?

Drops of rain or just a feeling?

Moments making you retreat back to clouds...

Leaving the earth, once again, ailing.

What makes me

I am a poet

A very ordinary one..

Singing love ballads afterall.

Ballads of my love for a man

The reason for my rise and  my fall.

I am a lunatic

Living a life of illusions

Making up different thoughts

Creating weird visions.

Tending to look for people

Who don’t exist….

Overlooking those

Who perhaps care the least.

I am a sinner

Who sinned for a million times

---------sins judged by men

They said I crossed the lines.

Three qualities of mine

Make a “self” for me.

Three qualities of mine

Carves  a lover out of me.

Letters,songs,life and you

I wrote many letters to u
I hoped to send them someday.
Days ,months and years passed,
The letters remain unsent ,the same way.


What the letters had?
I myself don’t know…
Just scribbled whatever came in my mind!
I wrote them but never read them
For the letters were not mine.


Some pages must have turned yellow
The ink must have also faded.
I dare not open them once,
Not to face the words that I have avoided.


Would you read them for me today?
Or tomorrow?or any time your are free..
No you wont,
Coz those letters are written by me.

I sang too many songs all alone
Noone could hear them.
They were for me and you,
For the wise and the insane.


Yet you could never hear them,
Where you not wise?Not even insane?
Oh no!I did sing them to you,
But may be my voice was tied down by a chain.


My chained voice dissolves into the air
But I cannot just simply disappear…
Would you free me off the chain,
To whisper the song into your ear?


Letters,songs,feelings and heartbeat..
All are the same.
They have filled up empty spaces of my life
And given my life a name.


The name is “Love” ,
And it’s lame without you
Yet my crippled life is strong enough to live
And again my strength is only you.

Never-ending story

The never-ending story of two lovers, my friend..
That’s what I am here to share with you..
Short yet never-ending one……
No listeners for it ever except and only you.

They ran away from home..
Madly in love…escaping all emotions of the past.
He carried her away one dark night,
Hoping to help her move on bit fast!

The woods embracing her in its arms
her palm into his palm….

She is running into another world…

But its lacking that good old charm!

Heart and soul and flesh and blood
-----She has all dat she needs
But who is this man she is with?

Longing for love ..she lost her own love
Was it this that she has wished
under her every single breathe?

Exhausted and tired of all this journey
Her man dragged her all the way ..
His arms strong and comforting,
But seemed to lose the love in just a day!

Then came the desert after the woods..
She said” I am thirsty dear”
“look into my eyes to quench your thirst
Till I find water somewhere near”

She looked into his eyes..
Searched for what she seeked
for so many years!!
She cud see herself in there
But her thirst couldn’t disappear.

The man was off seeking water
The girl went off to seek love…
losing somewhere in a place noone knew.
There’s a twist in the story and
The reason that it’s never-ending---
The girl is “me” but the man wasn’t “you!

Season of longing

No flowers to shower their petals on you
No grasses to lie down and think about you…
The season is crying for the lack of love
The tears fall on the roses like dew.

Chilly cold winds hurting my throat
Lips go pale and dry…
The pain is just not hurting me-
It’s hurting my soul and my heart cries.

It’s painful to hear the blackbird’s cry
Yet I love the way it beckons the sun.
So do I sing sitting before the fire
Recalling those loving memories and fun.

This season brings hours of separation
I thought I’d never live!
Still alive I am you see!
It’s the magic of the love you give.

You are not aware of how I feel,
Waiting for the sunshine in my heart.
Even if the sunsets deceive me
I’d love you, though it hurts.

The air is telling me to retreat in myself,
Coz there’s no love in it.
I say, my heart is too full of love
It’s not the air that I need.

The warmth of my heart
Slowly melts the snow…
And there the blackbird sings!
The summer is here,
Knocking my door
I can feel the blossoms it brings!

The death wish

It was an afternoon
When I felt like flying and gliding
Down to the Earth beneath.
I wan’t in heaven but on Earth it self
But perched upon a rocky cliff.

I felt like falling, feeling the Earth
Pulling me down…wanting me
To be in it’s arms wide apart.
That would be the embrace forever and ever
No time and point to depart!

I look into it’s eyes..
Overpowering my power
It kept whispering into my ears…
“come a little closer”

Someone even closer pulled me back
And I was back in my senses…
And since then I’m away from heights
Always within the fences!

The same happened
As the deep waters called on to me.
The waves lashed their arms
Fighting the wind just for me.( so it seemed!)

Those moments ..
Where the moments of my death wish.
The non-living seemed to care more…
The worldly attachments were close to a finish.

Men & women were world’s apart
But my Death was the closer.
I couldnot ever choose the people around me,
But it was then that I was the chooser!

All of a sudden my lost nerves connect..
And I am existing back in time.
Hope my death wish strikes the chord again
And this time the right place and the right time!

Unfinished story of lovercraft

Put to test by the craftsman,
The lovercraft floating on the sea..
Blindfolded by the foggy air,
Yet t’was the heaven they wanted to see.

Smooth and safe,he traversed the waters,
Now he reached the land.
Stones and pebbles on the way
His lovercraft couldnot stand.

Now he knew love wasn’t
as easy as he thought..
Still he walked till his feet carried,
With himself and the world he fought.

Years passed and his journey
Brought him to a place.
It’s none other than the city
Which he had left with a fresh face.