Monday, September 20, 2010

Floating in Love


The poem is written by a sweet little girl... she is one of the purest...

To all the love that floats in the universe,
I want to ask you and also thy 'love',
Tell me O dearest, you are always so loved,
You are the obsessively desired and craved so,
For many have died in your name, your love,
And many a evil try to conquer your soul,
And some brave and mighty hearts, race their guts,
To tread into the uncharted territory of your misery,
Of your blood, of your delusions and of your dreams,
But you still reign supreme – undefied, undefeated, unconquered
Coz you are the essence of our dreams and fantasies,
Thy lavish promises, make our eyelashes flutter,
And eyes gleam with some inner radiation,
You don't exist but we worship you, just like the Almighty,
For the very thought of your existence, pumps blood in our veins
But you still sit there on a cold throne, with that Gothic crown
Coz you rule our hearts and influence our faith
You are there, we are happy, you are not there – we wither
I want to capture you like a bird and put in a cage
So you sit, close to my heart, till the dawn of eternity...




Thursday, September 16, 2010

Love at the time of Dengue


Somewhere in Delhi... Sometime in late 2008...
Does it matter? If you are drunk?
How does it?
You may be drunk, but still
Kicking that same tune
"Baby I may be drunk but–
I still love you."
Lover never dies.
It cannot be frozed;
It is forever chilled
Just like your beer
Your favourite beer
You keep on sipping
One after the other
Never wondering why?
The seconds exchange glances,
With minutes and the hours stand by.
You are dead drunk.
Guys asking you–
"You are the drunken poet? Are you?"
"Haaahaaahaaahaaaahaaaahaaa...
No, mister,
I am just drunk."
"You sure? Ask they?"
"Yeah, just a poem sir,
Nothing else."
A damsel with coffin nails in a plate
My girl might
My family might hate
But my neighbour pulls one.
The nail looks cool in his lips.
Never feared for the salvation.
Nirvana never known.
"Am I high?"
Who cares?
I never do.
The nail sticks to my lips, too.
My neighbour has that smile–
You look drunk?
Do I? ... God Almighty!
Please!
I want to be in this place
And be away from it at the same moment.
The smoke still kills.
Who cares?
Not my neighbour—never.
The smoke follows.
The vodka shoots all left and right.
The music vibrates my tee.
"Am I drunk?"
I ask thee.
I don't look like one.
It's a hell of an experience
Under the table.
I still manage to scribble.
Nobody cares. Nor do I.
I just scribble a drunken monk's tale.
Totally conked out, I look for my neighbour.
To him I show my wristwatch
The speakers bang my heart
They pound my head.
Everyone looks so happy.
So do I.
Why?
The Father of all sins.
The Devil smiles in the corner.
Making everyone drunk.
This is not what I wanted.
"But you don't get what you want, do you?"
"And you don't want what you get, do you?"
Control, control... go for a pee
Oh! no! will I be
Able to pee?
I wonder, how long will it take.
My neighbour smiles again.
Do I love him?
You bet I do.
Forget the commandments
It's the whole religion flowing in a glass.
The ice is cold, so is the way of life.
The projector, crowded by people–wondering
I don't know, let's see–what's in store?
Heeeeeeeee...
But baby, I still love you...
love you...
love you...

Monday, September 06, 2010

TAKEN FOR LOVE

WHEN LOVE GETS ALL OVER YOU
ALL YOU FEEL IS THE GRIP OF THE ATTRACTION,
THERE IS AN UNFULFILLED DESIRE IN WAITING,
TO HUG YOU,
TO FILL THE EMPTINESS CREATED BY YEARS OF IGNORANCE,
THAT SOME THINGS IN LIFE ARE FOR GRANTED,
LIKE THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE ARE ACTUALLY,
BUT, BEING HUMAN IS NATURAL,
AND NOT TAKEN FOR GRANTED IS NATURAL, TOO...