Angel in Jail

In that lonely night
The moon was out of sight
I searched for it in the dark
But I could find no light.

Shackles all around me
Made me smoke, you see
Here I was in the prison,
Waiting for death to be.

Was sitting for long, it seems
Lost in my crummy dreams
As you walked in, I saw
Light coming in beams.

Never knew when you were here
You smiled at me and raked your hair
In those narrow rays of light
You could not see me stare.

The twinkling stars started to dance
The milieu filled with romance
My heart lost a beat somewhere
I fell in love for once!

With my hands tied to the iron
I could rise and call none
In the messy walls around me
I could feel, you're the one.

Never knew, when you left
Neither my eyes nor hands deft
In this lonely captive night
Never thought that love may cleft.

Your face glowed under the veil
I tried to call, but I failed
And one more night just passed
Death came closer, inside the jail!
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Love is Life

Its Life that brings us together

Its Love that binds us together

Love this Life

Live your Love

For, Life Alone is Beautiful!

Cross posted at: The Writers Lounge

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Kaash aysa ho

Kaash aysa ho, ke mujhe tu yaad kare
aur meri yaad tujhe sone naa de,
ek dusre ki bahon me bitayein hue wo haseen lamhe
tujhe yaad aye, aur sone naa de.

kaash aysa ho, ke main tujhe yaad ayun
har ahat pe tujhe lage ke main hun yehin kahin
har dhadkan se tujhe mere hone ka ahsaas ho
aur wo ehsaas tujhe saari raat, sone na de.

tere ankhon me base hue hain, jo mere khwab
tu unko palkon taq aane kyon nahi deti,
tere dil me mujhse milne ki hai jo junoon
tu use haqikat me badalne kyon nahi deti?

kyon nahi kehti ke tujhe bhi mujhse pyar hai?
kyon nahi kehti ke ye duriyaan tujhe bhi tadpati hain,
bilakti, sulaghti hogi tu bhi mere judaai me
apne aap ko mujhme samane kyon nahi deti?

kaash aysa ho, ke tu yaad kare wo haseen pal
jo humne saath guzare the, ankhon ankhon me
wo din jo jhilmilaye the kabhi apne saath
wo raatein jo humne bitaye the, baaton baaton me.

kaash aysa ho, ke mujhe tu yaad kare
aur meri yaad se teri ankhen bhar ayein
bhari ankhein ho jaaye bojhal humari sapno se
aur tu soye. jaagna na pade tujhko aur raaton me...

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One Night Stand

I slept for long, it seems
- As I woke up this morning
- And I stretched my hands for her,
- I found the pillows alone,
- One night stand was over!

I slept for long, it seems
- She woke up before I did
- And she left before dawn,
- I could still hear her moans around me
- Her smell was not yet gone.

I slept for long, I feel
- When I look around my room
- The last night flashed in my head,
- I saw the moon in my arms
- In the comfort of my bed.

I slept for long, I knew
- When I rubbed my eyes and sat up
- And my gaze rummaged around,
- I see my kingdom as it was
- But my queen was not to be found.

I slept for long, I’m afraid
- I found a note, she left
- On a beautiful pink paper, it says
- “Good Morning, my honeycomb,
- “Welcome to the world of AIDS!”

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Its just a month left, for the World (anti) AIDS day. This thought came to me while I used to travel from Bangalore to Chennai, in night buses. I used to get both male and female seat-mates and there were instances when I prevented myself from getting carried away. Well, I did that fine, I know. But, the thought remained. Would have written it long ago – but its never so far from where you are … so, here it is!

Cross posted at: The Writers Lounge

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The Last Flood

The flood was bloody. And so was the aftermath. It has been a couple of days, since the silent river rose, roared and ruined the village. The time was frightening and was long lived – enough to engulf the whole village. The life-giving river that used to provide the villagers food and water became a monster that night, and ate up its own children. The tides rose above the banks and swallowed crops, cattle, trees, huts and everything else that beautified and glorified the village.

It left behind Mili alone, the daughter of the village milkman. She was away, at other end of the village, collecting blueberries for the market, next day. She was late and it was raining incessantly; she thought of spending the night with her ailing grandmother. She lived there and she lives to witness the repercussions of the flood that devastated her family, her village and all her dreams overnight!

She remembers the day when she first went to school. Her mother accompanied her till the river. She took a handful of water and sprinkled it all over Mili and asked her to take its blessings, since it was her first steps into a new life. She never knew then that the river would one day, do such grotesque a thing to wipe out the very village that worshipped and considered it their mother.

Mili walked by the bank of the river over the stones and pebbles towards the place where her house used to be, just the other day. She looked up – the moon was like a big aluminum plate, they used to eat on. The river was silent again, but the water in it was rushing downhill like never before. She never saw such haste in the river water. She wanted to ask them where they were going – after sullying her life. They seemed to speed through just to avoid her questions. She cried for the entire day – her tear buds were frozen and out of tears. She cried no more.

She reached the place and looked around – there is no sign of any inhabitance anywhere. Only the vestiges of the mud walls stayed to prove that there were people staying here. She walked among those broken walls and could find nothing but sand and trails of silt and shrubs that the water carried. There was nothing left to cry on or to call home!

It started to rain again. A sudden thought made her cold: is the water hastening to create similar mayhem in the other end of the village, where her grandmother was staying? She got scared! She looked back and ran over the stony riverbank. Her feet bleed but she never stopped but sped as if she was competing with the stream. As soon as she reached grandmother’s hut she ran in and hugged the shivering old woman. She asked, “What happened, Mili? Why did you come back?” Mili whispered in her ears, “Nothing Granny. Everything is all right – everything is silent!”

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Cross posted at The Writers Lounge for Moonlight Picture Contest

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Let’s bring it out

Let’s bring it out
Whatever is there in our heart’
You need not act any smart
You can say it now

You can say it now
That you love me no more
That you never cared for
It will be all right.

It will be all right
If you walk to me and talk
There’s no need to mock
Let’s bring it out…

Crossposted @ The Writers Lounge on May 20, 2009

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We excavated Love together

Do you live?
Do you live still?
I do not know
I would never know.

You came into my life like a tempest fierce
Ruffled my verve and you went away
And never have you returned to see my tears
Not even to check, if I breathe still!

I miss you
I miss you always.
Do you live to miss me?
I would never know.

I think of the time, when you were here
In my arms, feeling the warmth of my body
My burly arms secured your restless head
Your tender breasts rested on my chest
Your hair flew over my face and glittered
You slept well all night – I in you and you in me!

Do you recall?
Do you recall the eon
Where we ruled the nights?
I would never know.

Those nights were glossy, shining still
Bright in my heart, somewhere there vigil
The skin rubbed the skin back and forth
The search went deep inside the mysterious
All that toil and that sweat was not in vain
For we excavated love together, deep inside
The smile on your face, the pleasure on mine
Would haunt me every night for as long as I live!

Do you live?
Do you live to miss me?
Do you recall the eon?
I would never know.

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Crossposted at The Writers Lounge on May 27, 2009
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Why, do YOU cry?

I cry
I know, but do you know why?
You cry

At times
When you laugh out loud to all
I cry!

Save what?
For you have got nothing left
Don’t lie

If I make
Your skin rubbed against mine
You’d fly

But then
You would never betray me.
You try!

... Why, do YOU cry? ...

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Crossposted @ The Writers Lounge on May 20, 2009

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The only way you know

I want to feel, the way you feel
I want to know who you are
I would love to see through your heart
It’s only that, I don’t care! ...................................Not anymore…


You loved me not, it’s all right
I don’t need love from you, see
No one would love me so, I know
If there is one, it’s me! ...................................Its only me…


I cried a lot; but I’m done now
I don’t cry, for I don’t care anymore
After all, you too, are a girl, and
Betrayal is the only way you know. ...................................The only way…

Crossposted @ The Writers Lounge on May 20, 2009

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All I want – is you!

“Hold me close,” this is
All I want to say
All I want to do
All I want – is you!

Give me a chance,
We’ve got odds to leaven
Come on let’s dance
I will take you to heaven
If this is not fine
Then what else can be?
I don’t want nothing
As you can see.

“Give me a chance,” this is
All I want to say
All I want to do
All I want – is you!

I love you,
It’s what I want you to know
We’ve got this moment
Please don’t let it go
If this is not enough
Then what else can be?
I need you to take me in
And set me free.

“I love you,” this is
All I want to say
All I want to do
All I want – is you!

Cross posted @ The Writers Lounge on May 8, 2009

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You Remain

Even when in pain
In the deepest of my heart
You’ll always remain

I had a good time again today in the Lounge, after quite some time. Liked it much. All it has done is to remind me of my olden days in here. And a few words just fell out of my mouth. Reminded me of those eyes – reminded me of those poems, comments and replies – of that eternal comfort! These were those few words.

Cross posted @ The Writers Lounge on May 7, 2009

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तेरे लिए...

अगर तू मुझको पढ़ रही है, तो मुझसे ज्यादा खुश और कोई नहीं... ये महफिल तेरी सजाई हुई है... ये रौशनी तेरी की हुई है, ये आलम तेरा किया हुआ है... तू कहती है मैं भूल जून - तू कहती है मैं पास न आयुं... लेकिन मैं जून भी तो कहाँ जाऊँ? हर गली तेरी घर से होके गुज़रती है... हर रास्ता तेरे रस्ते से जुर जाती है... दिल कहता है के मैं तुझे भरी महफिल में रुसवा कर जाऊँ, और तू कहती है के मैं चुप ही रहूँ... बेबसी, नाकामी और तेरी याद मुझे सोने नहीं देती... मैं भटकता रहता हूँ उन्ही गलियों में, जहाँ से कभी तू गुज़रा करती थी...


तेरे बिन ना जीना है ना मरना,
बिन तेरे ना है एक पग भी चलना

तेरे बिना सुना है आलम सारा,
बीते दिन ना आएंगे लौट के दोबारा

वो बीते दिन क्यों याद आये,
पल पल मुझको तेरी ही याद सताये

शयेद कभी तुझे भी हम याद आयें
तेरे बिन सुनी है मेरी दिलकी वो राहें

Cross posted at: The Writers Lounge on May 6, 2009

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All I got...

Continued from Hashan’s Black Poetry : The eternal sleep !!

Love is
All I needed
From you lord and from her
All I got was this lonely grave
And death!

Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge on May 6, 2009


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Heartrending
Experience

Writing and
Reading
Integration of
Truthful
Emotions
Repeatedly
Sensuous

Living through
Omnipresent
Unending
Nights with
Genius
Engaging unknowns



A Dedication to The Writers Lounge

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Tagore: A Commemoration

There is no Sun as bright as you
You are still radiant in my heart,
Of all I read and of all I know
You are THE MASTER of the art.

Vibrant are all your paintings
The words you wrote are still alive
The wealth you gave to the world
No one else could ever contrive.

Bless me now, I’m all yours
I feel so proud when I think of you,
The world of art will surely miss
Guru of literature, O Kabiguru!

It’s today, when you were born
O what an auspicious day!
I remember you, we all will do
Every poet, wherever be one may.
.-=~(@)~=-.
…Bless us all, Gurudev…
…May God keep your soul in Peace…

Visit my Bengali Blog: Hojoborolo for a Bengali Dedication

Cross posted at: The Writers Lounge

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Walk with me

O
Girl
Listen
Hold my hand
Think of us as one
And come; walk with me till the end.
Do not think too much
Right or wrong
Love me.
Come
Along.

Written on: April 22, 2009 at: The Writers Lounge.

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Your smell

Your smell
Intoxicates
Lingers after you go
Stays with me when I am alone
Your stench

Written on: April 21, 2009 in The Writers Lounge.

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Irresistible - Your Bare Skin

My
Love
Asks for
Naked skin
On thy bare body
To touch; to smell; to feel you more
To bring you closer
To my soul
To me
My
Love

This is the Poem along with the censored picture.
I wrote this on April 23, 2009 at: The Writers Lounge.
I removed the poem from there and I am posting it here for you all.

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Irresistible

Here
Are
The Words
I told you
Whenever I held you
Close to my face, close to my heart
Right in to your heart
"I Love you"
It’s true –
Bare
Fair

Written on: April 21, 2009 at: The Writers Lounge.

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Winter

Winter
A freezing Day
Snow filled the crowded streets
It shines bright, as dazzling marble
All white.

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Learnt Cinquain form of poetry from Pratibha at:

Of something 'n' Everything

Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge on April 11, 2009

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