Better being Strangers

It takes more than a few words
exchanged in sparse meetings,
It takes more than a few hours
spent in a dark, loud bar,
It takes more than a few rides
taken down unending roads
To turn a person inside out.
And with all that effort, I wonder
if it was worth it. Now I realize,
It was better being Strangers.
I now know, not knowing you
was the best I felt about Us.

If I didn't Care

I look at you from obscure corners
Your sight is what keeps me going
Those sly smiles, those carefree eyes
Those loaded remarks are my best mates
If I didn't care, i'd take them from you
I'd make them my own to love and to hate
If I didn't care I'd break my rules
To take you in the most intimate embrace
I'd should show you life as you've not known
I would show you life's pretty face.
If I dint care I'd take a lifetime
To know you bit by bit
But fate's not my baby, nor is luck
So we go our own ways to live, alone in a crowd
Alone in a world full of people we pretend to care.

Time

I was sewing
With my left knee
Over my right
A song played
Behind my eyes
And words fell on
The patterns stitched.
Time is so treacherous.
Decades later I sit
Lost in your youthful face
The first time you
Looked deep within..
Time has preserved you,
Time has raced me.
My wrinkled hands shake
Remembering carefree days.
Time has held you safe
In its eternal bosom.
I looked up at the clock
It's time. Time to let go
Of this pain and agony
Time to move to the next leg
Of another beautiful journey.

I Might be Wrong

I might be wrong
Days have become brighter
Not with sun but sunny smiles
That find their way on my face.

I might be wrong
Tears don't feel painful
As they travel down once familiar path
But they soothe the dry trails.

I might be wrong
But I find new reasons
Crazier than the last
To scale the ways where we had a past.

I might be wrong
My questions get deeper
And answers become more evasive
But it doesn't discourage me.

I might be wrong
But I feel alive again
And I will not stop this quest
Till I get what I seek.

Stood Waiting for

First you smiled
Later you stared
Then you moved close
And gently caressed
You softened my skin
With slow moist breath
And brushed my lips
With a feathery touch
You left me standing
In the black night rain
I stood there waiting for
A kiss that ne'er came.

Said and Done till Death

I am neither the first, nor the last
To try and hold your ambitious thoughts
Veiled behind an innocent mask,
Your lies, your motives, your plots
If only you knew what they say of you
In grey pulpits under the Knowledge tree
Trust me you wouldn’t smirk this day
Knowing the serpent is set your way
You would curse them down, bit by bit
Doomed to banality and disgrace
But till you reach that sanity
Let me hold you in your place
For I’m neither the first, nor the last
To care for you till separation overrules.
But till you reach any sanity
You need me to speak your head
And, when you reach that sanity
Well, you’d already be said and done till death.

The End.

A broken branch sways,
the only movement,
Everything else as still as a painting
My steps crush what remains.
A busy worm drills
the earth. I feel like saying,
"Stop you idiot, don't waste
the last bit of yourself"
There is nothing here except death.
I can smell it, It curls my skin
My hair stands, a chill runs down
under the cruel afternoon sun.
It dries my mouth before I open it.

It was all green, until the two-legged beasts came
They ripped apart my home, my family
And years later when I return
I realized this was no returning,
this was no coming back,
This was the End.

You should Know

I see your hesitant nods
I understand your doubts
I hear your second thoughts
Believe me, they are mine too.

Not until I met you
Not until we decided the "I do's"
Not until we showed our colours true
Did there come a purpose
To take down the odds
To challenge doubtful thoughts
To take the riskier shots
To decide to be with you

But You should know, pain never comes twice
After once, it becomes experience, then habit

A person hurts someone only once
And then, becomes a sadist

A person bears the pain only once
And then, becomes Me.

Like it, Hate it

Like it, Hate it
The truth won't change.
You might say religion,
Or mask it in Karma,
Or just call it sad,
That turn of events were.
Like Pontus Pilate
You will never ever
Wash your hand off,
Never Wash off the blood.
Worse, you will never
Be remembered in prayer.
Purgatory will turn on you.
Where will you go
When thousands grab you,
Where will you go
When riots burn you?
For all those who were cut
and burnt even in wombs,
You will answer how?
No Hindutva will save.
No rioter will survive.
Like it, Hate it.

I would Walk it till the End

Sometime last night
I woke, I saw you beside me
In an incomplete darkness
I saw the rising and setting,
The warmth and heat, the spell of a skipped hearbeat.

Your eyes only barely closed
Light dancing in the shadow
of your lashes - swift, untamed
Arms still curved in a hug
Where I had snuggled close, Where I had kissed your brows

The whispers of last words
from the night's conversations
Still linger somewhere – ethereal
In a twisted life I have had.
Smoldering a need so alien so new, a need to be with you.

How you knelt and held me,
How you opened your heart,
The flow of words hit me so hard.
The depth and sincerity curled my skin,
I knew, for all that's true I was in, I knew I had fallen in.

You should know how in the heart
of a soul lost, wounded and scarred
You kindled hope, perhaps undeserved
But, I wouldn't rest it just there, I reckoned
I would walk till wherever this led, I would walk it till the end.

One Evening, One Night

One Evening
Four words
New Beginning
Of Hopes
Of Desires
Of Conflicts

One Night
Few Confessions
Towards Termination
Of Dreams
Of Plans
Of Peace