I live in an intoxicated state always
Joy or sorrow i bear them the same way
See the magic of her companionship
I say even the mundane things in couplets
Tell me,what's the matter tonight?
Her heart aches and my eyes are crying
Its been a while since we had a conversation yet
How well do we understand each other!
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Replies....
She asked-" So there is no one in your life?"
I replied-"Everyone is my life."
They said-" You are humiliating yourself in love!"
I said-" I am illuminating myself in love."
I replied-"Everyone is my life."
They said-" You are humiliating yourself in love!"
I said-" I am illuminating myself in love."
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
One morning....
I woke
to the murmurs
of my harmonious heartbeat
splashed!!!
My face with a smile
Looked at the sun
& scratched my stubble
In the kitchen
I found
the leftover
of last night’s MOON
&
dipped it in my hot morning tea
“good morning ”-it was her text message as usual
As usual my reply was a –
“”
I scrambled a couple of clouds
Spiced with her thoughts for breakfast.
“bon appetite”-
It was her message once again
Oh yes!!
Last night
we were in a
SPARKLING MOOD
& had made
yummy LOVE
Later
I
had her
kisses for dessert
&
She had a
BITE
Of my left ear
As the night got warmer & delicate
Her phone rang
It was HIM saying-
“am on my way home”
On the way back to
My home
I took a turn
Leading me on to a road of guilt
Her wedding ring
shone on my finger
burning my heart
I look at
My finger
bleeding
water melon
“tonight?”-its she
again
I smile & go back to sleep.
It would be just another night
but
a new one
like other nights
“so long” – I answer her
Siesta
Love?
to the murmurs
of my harmonious heartbeat
splashed!!!
My face with a smile
Looked at the sun
& scratched my stubble
In the kitchen
I found
the leftover
of last night’s MOON
&
dipped it in my hot morning tea
“good morning ”-it was her text message as usual
As usual my reply was a –
“”
I scrambled a couple of clouds
Spiced with her thoughts for breakfast.
“bon appetite”-
It was her message once again
Oh yes!!
Last night
we were in a
SPARKLING MOOD
& had made
yummy LOVE
Later
I
had her
kisses for dessert
&
She had a
BITE
Of my left ear
As the night got warmer & delicate
Her phone rang
It was HIM saying-
“am on my way home”
On the way back to
My home
I took a turn
Leading me on to a road of guilt
Her wedding ring
shone on my finger
burning my heart
I look at
My finger
bleeding
water melon
“tonight?”-its she
again
I smile & go back to sleep.
It would be just another night
but
a new one
like other nights
“so long” – I answer her
Siesta
Love?
Thursday, May 12, 2011
The Apostle
“Tell me, what do You want from me?”- One day I asked God, who had been following me for years. The Old Man was taken aback. Having recovered His composure, He smiled and said-“ Whatever you could give me.”
I told Him I had no money to give Him for I hardly earned at all. He nodded.
I told Him I had nothing that I could call my own. Right from my clothes to the house that I lived in. “ Not even the girls/women…they always belonged to others!”- I added with a naughtiness that is all my own.
He smiled once again with a certain understanding.
“ Come on Old Man, You’ve been following me since I was born and You’ve seen me grow up to become whatever I have. I don’t need to tell You anything except that I must confess You’ve been a great follower. Everytime I have looked back, there You were… like a Disciple. So Dear Friend, could You be more specific about what You want from me?”
He simply looked at me for what seemed like eternity and then said, with that eternal smile of His-“ I just got what I wanted. Thank you.”
I then offered Him my hand and He took it in His and shook it.
I winked at Him, turned and started walking again. A few steps later I turned and looked.
Yes. He was there. Following me like always.
I shook my head and resumed walking. It felt good to know I had a Follower.
I told Him I had no money to give Him for I hardly earned at all. He nodded.
I told Him I had nothing that I could call my own. Right from my clothes to the house that I lived in. “ Not even the girls/women…they always belonged to others!”- I added with a naughtiness that is all my own.
He smiled once again with a certain understanding.
“ Come on Old Man, You’ve been following me since I was born and You’ve seen me grow up to become whatever I have. I don’t need to tell You anything except that I must confess You’ve been a great follower. Everytime I have looked back, there You were… like a Disciple. So Dear Friend, could You be more specific about what You want from me?”
He simply looked at me for what seemed like eternity and then said, with that eternal smile of His-“ I just got what I wanted. Thank you.”
I then offered Him my hand and He took it in His and shook it.
I winked at Him, turned and started walking again. A few steps later I turned and looked.
Yes. He was there. Following me like always.
I shook my head and resumed walking. It felt good to know I had a Follower.
The Joker
[A translation of a song written in hindustani “ Haadson ke bavan patte…”]
Fifty two cards of incidence
A few hands you lose, a few hands you win
Those who do not understand this game suffer
The wise is truly “the joker”!
True, the table never changes
But if you play the cards in your hand well enough
Then the sun will rise within
For in the darkness dreams shatter
Those who do not understand this game suffer
The wise is truly “the joker”!
Fifty two cards of incidence
Fifty two seasons of life
1 2 3 4 5
6 7 8 9 10
A jack, a queen and a king
Thirteen cards in your hand
There are thirteen cards in my hand
So let’s play together
With these fifty two cards
Red and black
These wonderful pack of fifty two cards
They act in such colorful ways
The heart and the spade, the club and the diamond
Those who do not understand this game suffer
The wise is truly “the joker”!
Fifty two cards of incidence
A few hands you lose, a few hands you win
Those who do not understand this game suffer
The wise is truly “the joker”!
True, the table never changes
But if you play the cards in your hand well enough
Then the sun will rise within
For in the darkness dreams shatter
Those who do not understand this game suffer
The wise is truly “the joker”!
Fifty two cards of incidence
Fifty two seasons of life
1 2 3 4 5
6 7 8 9 10
A jack, a queen and a king
Thirteen cards in your hand
There are thirteen cards in my hand
So let’s play together
With these fifty two cards
Red and black
These wonderful pack of fifty two cards
They act in such colorful ways
The heart and the spade, the club and the diamond
Those who do not understand this game suffer
The wise is truly “the joker”!
Friday, April 29, 2011
Hangover thoughts
Don’t try to hold me in your hand
I am the ocean
Please don’t burn me
When I am still alive.
The relationship existed only
In the mind
Please do not accuse the heart
For love’s failure.
You broke my heart and
I found my temple of bliss
Where the eternal lamp of pain
Burns ever so bright.
Neither can I understand
The desire of my silence
Nor the cry of my words-
How tight have you embraced me, my beloved!
I close my eyes and see
A little home
And a long road leading up to it
I should walk,let me walk, the distance.
I am the ocean
Please don’t burn me
When I am still alive.
The relationship existed only
In the mind
Please do not accuse the heart
For love’s failure.
You broke my heart and
I found my temple of bliss
Where the eternal lamp of pain
Burns ever so bright.
Neither can I understand
The desire of my silence
Nor the cry of my words-
How tight have you embraced me, my beloved!
I close my eyes and see
A little home
And a long road leading up to it
I should walk,let me walk, the distance.
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