Matter and Flesh.

September 19, 2012 § 61 Comments

Right now you need
me only at times,
when we are alone.

My flesh tears and
my blood burns when
you touch me with
that simplicity.

At places i didn’t know
existed inside of me,
in places i cannot
define.

When i suffer in shame
you are the father of it.
When i am alone you’re
the mother of my alone-ness.

You, are the simplicity
that i am made of.
I, am what constitutes
your complexities.

Matter and flesh define us.

 

 

 

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Coin.

August 17, 2012 § 20 Comments

He was her favourite coin.
The world thought its rusty and
old and unworthy.
But she carried it everywhere
she went. Just touching it made
her feel beautiful and relieved her pain.
She’d kiss it and come back to
life.

Until one day she had to give it up
in exchange of a few seconds of breath
to live more, to this fucked world
that lies awake every night on the
broken streets.

 

 

 

Zen-III.

August 5, 2012 § 10 Comments

Everybody seems to be so certain of himself except me. Everybody seems to be so well-defined except me. I remain very undefined, I remain kind of ambiguous. I don’t know exactly where I am or what I am or what I am not. I don’t know how to define the self and the other. I don’t know where “I” and “thou” can be separated.

~Lao Tzu.

Current State of Mind.

July 23, 2012 § 38 Comments

Lulling it over
Obssessing over it
Cant get it out of my head
Unable to rest
I wonder,
What is it that i am after?

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.

Irony- Haiku.

June 11, 2012 § 21 Comments

Love speaks more in silence
than in words. That is the beauty
of it. Or perhaps, irony.

 

P.S. I have also been posting on another blog, thanks to Harry! http://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/

He started the blog to encourage poets to post at a common webspace. Do drop in, for some awesome poetry!! 🙂

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!

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