Stay Awhile

Stay a while
A wee bit more.
Let this night collide
With the might
Of a bright summer day.
Let it gradually merge
Into its nemesis.
Let us, you and I
Pull this night through
Let this darkness subside.

There are stories from the time
You and I were alive
And lived separate lives.
I want to hear them
All over again.

The hope that springs eternal

Like a seed I can lie dormant
Waiting for eons for the winds to blow in
Clouds of thundering showers soaking
Me unto gentle awakening.

Like a pollen I can drift
Across oceans and seas of despair
Across the pathos of everyday living
Over dead dreams and forsaken friends
Over missed opportunities and love gone wrong
Over strife and pain and hunger and hard times
Until it is time to gently land
Onto a loving caring Wonderland.

It is not about the mirror

I have a picture of you looking into a one of those funny mirrors. This pic is a reflection of you in the mirror. You have one big grin on your face and this is the most beautiful pics that I have of you. I have visited that place many times later. I have stood before that mirror and made faces. I have even asked those who have accompanied me to stand before the mirror and smile.

That mirror has never again reflected a smile a beautiful as yours.

Quarantined!

I am aware that you hide my thoughts in far away places. Wardrobes that hold your old clothes and forgotten perfumes keep me company. I am in that stack of old letters and Google chats that you have archived. I am also the faint whiff of lavender that remains in those weeds you have hanged by your window.

On a lonely Saturday midnight, when you feel like a holler, I am in the Teddy that you go to sleep with. I meander into your dreams, forgotten moments in time, etched into hard drives like a virus that you cannot clean, like a file you cannot find. I am the keyword you do not remember.


 I am the red in your Gypsy blood. I will always re-grow.

Keep the lights on!

Many have tagged along, but you, you have been there all along. All these years on the road, I have been through trails thick and thin. My travails have taken me to edges of reason. I have been insane for longer intervals of time than I remember. And all this time, you have hollered along. I wake up each day, fiercely alone, tragically independent. I go out into the world, as if each day were mine to consume. 

I whimper back into the darkness of my nights, nursing the bruises from another day of living. And when the lights go out, I know that you are right there, coaxing me to sleep. 

Death does not worry me, as much as life does. For a grind that comes to a halt once in a lifetime, why should I care? Living a life devoid of your shadows... How do I dare?

The Return to Reality

Long sentences
Barely pausing
Running into each other
Words 
Devoid of meanings


When all is said
This Life
Withered wan undreaming
Stretching beyond memories
And lifetimes yours and mine 
Will be unforgiving.

बारिशों कि बातें

एक चाहत थी , पुरानी सी
कभी सुलगती , तो कभी अधमरी
जब बारिशों  का मौसम आता था ,
पंखुड़ियों की चाहत होती थी
जी करता था मैं भी भीगूँ
और कुछ और बन जाऊं।

जब ग्रीष्म प्रलय बरसाती थी ,
जी करता था मैं भी जल जाऊँ ,
अग्नी को सीने से लिपटाये
मैं भी बस अब राख हो जाऊं।

बारिशें आज भी होती है
तपती धरती अब तक है
पर ख्वाइशें अब कुछ बदल सी गईं ,
सदियों की इस बिछडन से
उम्मीदें मर सी गयी है।

फिर कभी तुम जाना
यूहीं ईमेल या स्कूटी मैं
थोड़ा परेशान और थोड़ा प्यार दोनों
एक बार फिर से कर जाना

उम्मीदें तो बैटरी है
जब चाहे चार्ज कर देना।
कम से कम एक कॉल
फिर एक बार कर देना।