'Unrequited love'

  In the starless sky,

The moon asked the Night

"Hey do you ever miss me?"

"When the sky is dark

        When the moments silent

            Do you ever miss me?"

The night moved on its dead pace,

As the last moving train screeched

                     to a halt...

The lovers moaned in their embrace.

All the sounds bonded

                  to their unearthly silence.

But the Night remained quiet,

To the moons nagging questions.

Only the moons voice echoed to her own call

 

                                                                                                           " Do you miss me?

                                                                                                              Do you miss me?"

                                                                                   "for once or little or ever, at all?" 

 

'Before We Part'

Good Bye!

 

"Three people, all to part

Bread, tea and jam for start

All to leave, for the new

Conversations, for the moments few !

Farewell !!"

 

It was the 7th of June, and the weather was cloudy. On such a day three friends headed out on one bike for breakfast at Vohuman Café, as they said good bye to a semester and each other.

The tea and the parting glances makes me go back to that day again. 

See you soon!

 



' Our Silent Double Side '

 

We smoke as we love to smoke,

To breathe out the daily smog.

But if you ever catch us doing so ,

You are in for a flog.

 

We smoke as we love to smoke

We caress our silent double side,

Its something from our parents...

We hide.

 

We smoke as we love to smoke

But good girls don't do so,

Are we good?

I don't know!

 

We smoke as we love to smoke

We caress our silent double side, 

 Don't judge, what you don't know

After all everything can't be read!

So please don't get so quickly mislead!

 

Hypocrites we are,

As secrets we hold.

But then there are reasons

Why few things should be untold! 

 

We smoke as we love to smoke

There's nothing more to read in

We breathe out those obscure sighs

The ones that often, so timidly dies.

But good girls don't do so,

Are we good?

I don't know!

 

But why am I spending such a while,

 To explain my reasons, that are just mine

 Honestly I don't really care,

 Its just that I hate your Stare!

'Mumbai Monsoons'

 

         

'Rains from my window,

As I see them,

But do they see me?

Rains from my window,

As I see them.'

'Tides'

The tides of the seas,

In its turbulent ripples;

Flow in its binds,

In its roaring waves.

With no silence paving;

No turn less torrid;

"I flow in my will,

My spirits holding still"

The vicissitudes are just ;

Conditions of moments.

The waves will ebb,

In its shuddering times.

But my spirits to live;

In its lonely might.

"The tides of my might survive to the tides of time."


Aren't our lives also like the seas, and by the end of our journey do we also not become those waves ...which drive us and by the end of it do we also not collapse like those dying waves?

"In one tides bosom,

The other collapsing tide seeks salvation"

But a journey is a journey, let's begin!

One Ego To Another

All us little beings, we tame our little minions, to feel as;

Broad , as to as bind , the egos hidden in our mankind;

And all these little minions have their own little ones;

And all these little ones have their tiny ones.

So! the big tames the little, the little the tiny, the tiny the minute,

The minute, the minuscule. But the minuscule has none, so whats to be done.

So... he! beats his wife, the alone his mother and the lonely flogs his dog.

And the battered dog screeches to the night, scratching the bloody flees;

To his wounded body, but the night stays as it is, only stars pitying its travesty ;

And the silence boasts to its final pride and cackles to the cracking dawn.

A day begins. The ruler's rule!

Hey Dreamer !

I'm your venture ,

Your midnight vagabond;

I'm your life's Casanova...

You enthral me with your visions,

I'm your imagination's collisions.

I'm your knight,

You dress me in shining armour.

If I'm ever born , I'm your baby;

But when I die , a premature death ,

I'm your heart breaker.

You are my seeker ,

I'm your heartless lover.

I'm the philanderer,

I'm the guilty,

I'm the baubles...in your kisses .

I'm the mistake...in your misses.

If I'm ever true...I'm the reality.

But forever and always ,

I'm the guilty;

For what I've made you ?

But what are you ?

Oh! my dreamer,

What are you ?...

Are you my mother,

Or my lovelorn,

Or am i your existence's excuse.

But whatever I am,

I am still the guilty .

But what are you ?

Oh! my jilted dreamer...

What are you ?