Hidden.

August 11, 2012 § 22 Comments

I sit unlit in a corridor
crammed with nothing-ness,
in a building’s belly, in the
womb of darkness.
I lie down on the floor,
in a corner. I let the
air wrap me, diffuse my pores,
hide me.

Hiding me from the day’s dull
debris, the tax man, the facts man.
The chaos of heading nowhere.
The mundane monotony.

I am hid. They are in their
respective places and they don’t
know the light within the
dark.They are blind.

At last i am lost.

 

 

 

Am I not?

August 7, 2012 § 33 Comments

 

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In stark black lines over black
The cane toy-raven
With lumps and warts drawn as rounds
Inked black eyes
With wings ready to take me away
Ah! and that blackness
A beak that lets me suck my own joy
And my hoarse cry that startles me at times.
Am i not, too,
made for someplace?

An ode to a friend.

August 5, 2012 § 33 Comments

You are a part of me
i cannot do without,
the one who stood by me
when i was stuck with this lout.

You held me when i was sinking
and you did not let me fall,
when i was really fucked up
you helped me build my wall.

It was you who saw me through
the worst phases of my life,
while everyone was busy sleeping
you held me close each night.

And after all these years
two and a half to be precise,
i see no difference in us
we’re still true and wise.

We’ve grown up together
and seen a lot that’s disappointing,
but you know it pretty well
together, we make it so amazing!

So, here’s to you my dear friend
we have a long way to go from here,
i will not let anything crappy happen to you
we will remain each other’s seer.

This poem is dedicated to my bestest friend. Together we stand, and divided we kick asses! 😀

Untitled- V.

July 21, 2012 § 25 Comments

Huddled around the tiny fire
of my longing
Always wanting to be somewhere
i am not
Loving with an incomprehensible
intensity
Falling in love at the drop
of a hat
Altering each poem a
hundred times
Carefully scanning my life
and the people
Making promises i do not
want to keep
Meeting people just to escape
from myself
Observing everyone and
being observed
Ushering my dreams out of the
window for a while.

I meet you a some festival.
You. With the same dreams,
longings and love.
We either recoil. Or fall in love.
Or both.

We e mail each other. And
one day you stop replying.
Maybe because i have no money
or i dont have a flat stomach
or you’re just bored.
I wouldn’t know.

Or maybe you’re throwing
your dreams out of the
window, too.

Untitled IV.

July 9, 2012 § 26 Comments

There is no need to touch anything,
i’ve touched everything.
Don’t reach out, i will come
for you.
Sleep, because i dont;
and you cannot.
Write what you feel,
it wont be true.
Get up, wash yourself, go out;
you’d be in the same place.
Laugh without laughing,
speak without speaking.
Silence will kill you,
and poison will deafen you.
I am the voice in your head,
you will have to shush me out.
I live in contradiction,
with myself.
I am the worst of everything
that comes from the best of nothing.

But.
Tell me, what do YOU see?
What do you have?
Where are we headed?
Am i still the face you see
in the prism we broke years ago?

Answer.

June 5, 2012 § 37 Comments

The answer to that question
can only be sung.
Can only be whooed under
the sleeping sun.
Can only be rained.

It can’t be Googled, archived,
written or spoken.

But it can be born. The answer
to that question can be born
in a Hyatt or a hostel.

Then it will have to be rained.
Rained by a guitar, tossed by the
drums.

Or it can be rained by quite words,
a slight tilt of face and that smile.

Then the answer to that question
will have to be felt. By you.
You will have to sit down with your
thoughts, cry into empty hands.
Pray for the first time
to presence that knows no name.
To presence that knows no name
give thanks for the loss of an ol’ dream.

Then sing, and sing. In whatever
voice you have.
The answer to that question
can only be sung.

 

P.S. This post is for a very dear friend, Vipul. 🙂

This is for you, my friend! We may be technically neighbors who havent met in a year’s time. But, you are a part of me i cannot do without!

Different.

May 20, 2012 § 28 Comments

I wonder if i had camouflaged
my words instead of being so
direct, would things be
different?

If i had understood what you
wanted to convey when you
pushed me away, would we
still be talking?

If i hadnt been hurt by your
sudden silence and aloofness,
would i still be waiting for
you?

I wonder if things would
have been different,
if i was different.
Or you had a different point of view.

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