NO!

No .. I don’t wanna amend us.. 
I don’t wanna change. 
For we must not stay in disappointments. 
I don’t wanna amend us and carry shadows of past. 
No, I will never amend us to be a puppet attached with swings.
For once let us be free in thoughts. 
Lets be mirrors. 
And make no clouded judgement. 
And not speak the words that make our world’s fine but not US!

Did you ever realize?

Did I ever tell you?
That you are as soft like silk
And taste like morning dew
That you smell sweet and green
Like new white buds in the garden

Did I ever mention?
That the rainbows emanate 
When a pearl like tear is hung on your eye lashes

Did I ever illustrate
That how I want to at look you when you are asleep 
And discover the perfect landscape from the creases on your eyelids
How I do wish to kiss you then and go lost in that scenery

Did I ever describe?
That you are a part of me
My beloved you fall deep in my reflections
And without you I would drift away 
Drift away on a lonesome place several time zones away
Will drown in fears and insecurity
I will turn breathless and will silently starve for you

Did I ever tell you?
That you uplift me
That you make me feel like ‘I can turn tides’
And shake the moon
That I can pull the stars down
And can be vibrant than them

Did you ever realize?

Happy B'day Baba

Mostly in spotless white, he breathed peace and serenity, love, bondage and truth. We are fortunate to be graced by him. He believed in the power of 4 am. His love was extremely pure & pious, sans any expectations. He tied us all in a single thread. He made protective walls for each one us. Walls from his teachings, walls of human bondage. He made the perfect band of Tiwari’s. And nothing breaks the bond that binds. 

I mostly saw him in his half-sleeve spotless white under-shirt and lungi, with his HMT wrist watch and dial inwards. His thick specs, off white and a little brown at edges. The way he looked at hibiscus showed his love towards nature. The way he smiled at my mistakes and corrected me for ‘ghas’ and ‘hathi’ still knocks me out when I make mistakes.

I stare at the stars now, vivid, smiling from far away. I watch the twinkling souls that they have finally found their way.
Happy B'day Baba. - 4th April, 1923

Poetic Whispers - (II)

You have graced my dreams. 

I wish if your insight could make it right. The unsaid emotions could bring some light. As my eye-lids flutter, throat chokes, heart turns, tumbles, beats louder and faster. I regret for yesterday. In the dawn I should have kissed your pink lips back and held you close as you took a step ahead to whisper something that you had never said before. But I was afraid to lose the game of life. I regret. I should have loved you like you deserved.

I wish. May be someday it will come to pass again. Again our hearts will beat and we can then hear the flow of heartbeats, loud, matching one another in a musical melody, like the sweetest love song. 

May be. Just may be. And until that may be comes, my tears will freeze.

Poetic Whispers - (I)

The silver stretch and the shimmering gold… The tides and the melody.. The pink dusk and the grey haze.. And beneath the wide blue roof the wind rushes..whistles in my ear.. One by one bright stars show high.. perplexed; which one shall I choose? Just like thoughts in my head they are also scattered! My lonely heart resounds.. I smile as a tear rolls down my cheeks. I look around and call out your name, only to be lugged away by the wind.. As it blew away to distant..I stared at the horizon again, sighed and thought, at sunset if there are you longing for me as I do! Moon dives in the sky and I watch you in my hallucination, beyond, beyond the sky. ‘Next step is love’ plays in my head, a smile dances on my lips as I turn and walk back home…

Ten Good reasons to blog again!

It’s now dark and I have finished writing a poem and I just don’t want it be tucked in my offline Ms-Word copy. The rule is that only coherent thoughts are allowed to be published. But this doesn’t apply in my world.

So, below are the ten good reasons why I want to blog again and why you should give it a go!

1. Because I got a new pen: Believe this. Okay, I already had pens but then again my new pen gives me a good feeling. Though I had got it long time back. But then, what should you write about? Fishes? Summer? Chips? Crowded like shit Delhi Metro? Oh.. wait. I know you will read it all what I scribble here.

2. Because I have been crowding my Facebook wall with long status updates & was resistant to poke people with my passive-aggressive posts: Dare! This is my world. I am the king and I will write everything.

3. Because I was thinking that I have become lame and I don’t know my job: No explanations!

4. Because I have a story inside: Life is a picture. A film to be precise and I want you to see it in my words. Because that’s all I have. The story needs a hyperbole.

5. Because I seek a distraction: Okay! It’s not actually a distraction but it is something that calms me.

6. Because I have experiences that I want to share for the good of others: Yes. We learn from our own field of experiences but then again our frame of references also helps in life. Helps a lot.

7. Because there are things which I can’t express when I just speak!

8. Because I haven’t updated from a long time: I see my visitors graph going high. People around the world land here and they find just old stuffs and that brings to a halt - their REVISIT.

9. Because you are reading this: Just because you are reading this. Dear reader, a writer definetely seeks appreciations but at the same time he also expects reactions, not just the plain ones. But reactions to calm his inner soul. And maybe this will work out :D

10. Why ten? Coz just nine were not enough! :D

Illusions!

They call me muse, they say am eccentric..
And I stare at the crescent moon..
The lady who wears that diamond ring in the sky dark..

Murky, lonely at the farthest..
She is only one who watches..
Eventually..
Watches me and listens to my songs..
The songs which die like crickets in the dawn..
The tears fallen on the blades of grass..
Also fly away with the mist..
And she does walk away with them..
But then she conscientiously returns every evening..
Just..
Just to protect my illusions again.

Sukesh