Poems

on an autumn night

a leaky tap

dripped a drop,

or an acoustic jazz,

I heard on an autumn night,

Frozen city lights

illumined my streets,

or a full moon bath

I beheld on an autumn night,

puff of cool breeze

caressed my shy cheeks,

Or a perfect kiss

I felt on an autumn night,

Blue moon

forgot to go home tonight,

Or a lost love

I missed on an autumn night….

And, still you say, We need to meet once

“We met at the railway station or a bus-stop,

Or in that old church, on a Sunday Morning, 

Early in the morning, 

Late in the evening; 

You ran behind the bus I took, 

That old bus, with rusted stairs; 

You jumped over the back stairs, 

Watching me, from the back-window panes; 

Or we met in those dark nights of my village, 

Where I could not see your face; 

Neither could you see mine, 

You were the same stranger, 

I smiled back, coming out of an ATM, 

You were the same guy, who laughed aloud, 

 While watching me,dancing alone in rains; 

It was you, who lit that cigarette, 

 On a cold evening, and I made a face, 

You, then squashed it against your foot, 

Seeing me, smiling back to you; 

You kissed me, in your poems, 

You painted my soul, on the walls of your room, 

You heard my voice, with closed eyes, 

You dreamed about me, with open eyes; 

 It was you, whom I wanted to see, 

Waking up in the morning, 

Or before closing my eyes, in the night; 

You heard me, laughing like crazy, 

And, crying like an insane too, 

You saw the most beautiful of me; 

And the ugliest of me too; 

You missed me, 

 Around and inside you, 

I felt you, 

Around and inside me; 

We fought hard like friends, 

We fell in love like two teenagers and their first love, 

We supported each other like an old couple, 

And, we shared little moments like a newlywed. 

We have almost lived a life with each other 

And, still you say, we need to meet once.”

Numb

Vibrant city

and moving cadavers,

Smiling lips

and mourning eyes,

Bleeding heart

in a ‘VERSACE’ chemise,

Suicidal marks

under a ‘CARTIER’ ticker,

Yes, I smell money

and hear cacophony,

My faith plummets

and so my chest-throb,

Have resplendent gems,

still a thirsty soul it is,

Today, I touched myself,

and finally numb it is….

Too numb..

I met her yesterday

I met her yesterday

She was quiet again

Hands on the chest

Like was holding some pain,

Lifted her face

Tried to look into my eyes

Out of guilt, couldn’t pull myself up

And kept gazing the skies,

‘Murderer’ – she called me

 In her languid tone

True she was

In despair, I could only moan,

Yes, I killed her long back

And, I take the blame

Assassin of my ‘own’ innocence

But, the crime was still the same..

Would you mind

Would you mind if I borrow your dream for a night?

haven’t smiled in my sleep for long…

 Would you mind holding my hand till dawn?

these eerie figures scare me every night….

 Would you mind let your chuckling stay here tonight?

tired of crying with my gloomy room….

 Would you mind covering my face, when the morning sun knocks at my window?

he breaks my dream every time he enters my room…

would you mind!!!!

Today, I burnt a dream

Today, I burnt a dream;

And bought a morning of despair,

Bartered my wings;

With broken swing of a debonair,

Grey is what I have;

When I always sought white,

Blues is what I feel;

When I always passed red,

There was a place;

I could always go to,

Today, I unlearned that road;

Hurt his heart too,

I am not alone;

Everyone is here but he is not,

Never Fell in for him but;

Today, I decided to fall out,

Today, I burnt a dream;

And bought a morning of despair…

they know how I feel

 

Fatigued little drops, resting on my roof;

they know how I feel,

Dry leaves kissing the drenched soil;

they know how I feel,

Alone in this gigantic city;

with burden of memories

And a black moon hanging on my white drape,

they know how I feel,

Left that, what was mine;

Unforgiving, barbaric, heart breaking,

Crushing that dream, between two palms;

They know how I feel,

Tears, moans, cries, screams;

Leaving me almost,

Waiting for the moment;

That has already been lost,

Still, eyes on that brown door;

Squall imitating him,

Heart pounding, eyes widening;

They know how I feel,

Fatigued little drops, resting on my roof;

they know how I feel,

Dry leaves kissing the drenched soil;

they know how I feel.

Smoke

On a winter evening;

smoke comes to me as a secret chum,

Smoke, I make in the air;

Smoke, people hate about me…

 Smoke of disappointment;

smoke of pleasure,

Smoke, who hides my past for a moment, I dare;

smoke, who gives a hope to have a future, bright or not; I hardly care…

 Roasting peanuts’ smoke,

smoke wafting from my home’s chimney

Smoke from my village’s open fireplace;

that village, where I always sought solace…

An aspiring smoke and a deceased smoke;

that was the smoke and this is the smoke,

smoke, on a winter evening;

smoke comes to me as a secret chum…

 

Blue-black ink

On a sooty shelf;

found an old diary,

Looked for a virgin page;

started writing a smoky poem.,

 Sniffed a whiff of happiness;

inhaled a cool puff of life,

Saw starry nights in my smoggy room;

my skin imbibed the white smoke,

Page is no more virgin,

pungent, blue-black ink;

Dropped in..

would you mind


Would you mind if I borrow your dream for a night?
haven’t smiled in my sleep for long…

Would you mind holding my hand till dawn?
these eerie figures scare me every night….

Would you mind let your chuckling stay here tonight?
tired of crying with my gloomy room….

Would you mind covering my face, when the morning sun knocks at my window?
he breaks my dream every time he enters my room…

would you mind!!!!

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