Love

Is it just a word

You chew in your mouth?

Or a keen sword

To tear apart

A touchy heart

And all the happy thoughts?

Is it all you have got before you lose

Or is it all you give

When you have nothing to lose?

Are you just a tear

Swaying sadly on a pale cheek

Or the very sweet flower

The turbulent fingers of a lover pick?

Are you just a ladder

Growing glorious and high,

Lovers mounting your pain

Jump over the truth with a sigh?

Are you the shoulder life weeps on

When the harsh wind that sweeps away

Those who come and those that are gone?

As a child forgets his mother’s womb

And the sun sets and rises without repent,

Are you here to set sorrow free?

Love! You are a mystery to me.

Sorrow

Tonight my sorrow,

Is only for you.

Not for the sky,

Who weeps soundly

On the shoulders of earth.

Not for the wind,

Who moans like a hunted beast

In the rain.

My sorrow is only for you.

I walk in the streets in the very shoes

I was wearing when I left you.

And spit myself

On the diary

I have left on my desk.

I smoke you

And leave your eyes

In every pedestrian’s face.

Tonight my sorrow

Is only for you.

The streets are only excuses.

This is you I am walking into.

I stop to tie

The lace of the same shoes

I was wearing when I left you

With the same gentle hands

You loved to stroke.

My sorrow is only for you

And I try to swallow your sin in vain.

I am choked with tears

Like a man bearing the pain.

Now I have got Adam’s apple too.

Enigma

I will never know

Whether the doors are to open or to close,

If the closet keeps things from me

Or me from things,

If I hug coincidence

Or it hugs me.

I will never learn

Why kindness is fear’s shadow sometimes?

Why do flowers die when they wake?

And why is not the sun tired

Of rising and setting everyday?

But I know why I write

Good enough.

Every word is an orphan

And I am a rich generous lady.

ONE LAST WISH

You have stolen me from myself,

So kidnap me from here too.

I am not eager to plough the rough seas

Or to sail helplessly on wind and in rain.

You will find in me no love

For marble palaces and fabled kings

And no desire

To see the crowded pyramids of solitude

Or listen to the stories of silence.

I just wish to be an incorrigible aimless wanderer

For he is the painful infant of long roads forever.

With an endless mother,

Who drinks milk from his own foot

And is adored by the friction of his own wander.

Eternal mother, endless love.

All day long

Each day I walk into my sorrow.

Shake hands with my fear.

And make love to my silence.

In my happiness,

The rising sun sets with desire,

As I kneel by the solitude which is not mine

And feel death’s hands

On the shoulders which happened to be mine.

Every day, all day long,

I feel like night

And search for the stars up there.

My sorrow has coloured my soul grey.

Every day, all day long,

The windows

Stare at the doors

Waiting for each other to open first.

Every day, all day long

I fondle with my fear to sleep

Then I run to meet happiness in secret

Alas! Sorrow comes, holds her hands

And they walk into nowhere all day long.

I sit by the sighing fire

And mend my doll’s clothes

My doll is silent

Silent and loyal

Broken but lovely and dearly

Everyday, all day long,

I think how I should wake up,

I think how should I tell them that

My doll is not just a doll.

Just because her dress is pink,

It does not mean that she likes pink.

Just because she does not breathe,

It does not mean that she does not have a heart.

Nobody

I’m nobody,

And that’s my great happiness.

No chains of existence,

None of personality,

No faith to stay.

And I never get bored.

Cause I live,

As if I ll never die.

And I’ll die,

As if I’ve never lived.

I cry when

You tell me:

I have no heart to be broken

And no eyes to get wet

But my dear

I cry when I am showered with pain

So that u’ll never know

Whether its me or the clouds.

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I can swear

I have lost you somewhere

Maybe down the road

Which ends in destiny

Or in the tender looks of elegance

Somewhere by the shores of emotions

Why?

Why should my pockets be always have holes?

You seem so far

But I can feel the very beat of your breath

So soft,new and friendly

I don’t care

I ll row all the seas

Wander all the lands

And trace the moments of faith

To find the lost music of my heart

There is a new shade of blue in my horizon

Forget the barriers

I was born to meet you

Either here or there…

But I was born to meet you.

The scarecrow

There,a man stood on his voice

And stretched out the loneliness of his arms

He was crossed to the wind

Wisdom came

And put an absurdity hat

On his proud head

Love tore his clothes’ faith into rags

And as the mocking birds

Were drowned in the pleasure

Of pecking into his cold eyes

In his marshy truth

He stood still, upright and fable.

Now, he was nothing but

Just a mere scarecrow.

Amnesia

Sometimes I forget the very smile on my bro’s face

Even the music in the rain drops

That disturb the dancing petals in the wind

The whispers of silence to solitude

The very beat of love

In faith and fate

And all the lovely things

I could still wish and appreciate

Somehow I forget to get sick

And forget all that one could

Or could not forget

And all this happens

When I just try to remember

Why I am living?

Still in love

Now every night,
I hear my heart beat,
Spelling out your name,
And i breathe in
All the memories
You are breathed into.
The hands you had kissed,
The dreams we had dreamt,
Are away, so far away.
Like a story,
The story of
A deep wound.
Oh! how can words say
What love can do?
Every night
I try to touch the truth,
your five lettered name,
Without shattering it to pieces.
The conscience was getting crushed between the walls,
Told me that I was being prosecuted,
Right or wrong?
Will you ever forgive me for the sin
I have not committed?
And curse me
With the spell you have not casted?
No, I dont want to figure out my pain any longer
And the tears I have drowned myself in,
I only wish I were someone else.

Pun of love

Whenever the wind blows,
I know that you have sighed.
Whenever the clouds dash,
I know that you are in a turmoil.
Whenever the stars dim,
I know that you shed tears.
Whenever the trees sway,
I know the moon was covered.

I know the moon is what you desired.
But how could forget
The might of the sun?
There would have veen no moon,
Had there been no sun.
You are entitled to bow in front of sun,
Orelse, how could love have any pun?

Note: this piece has been written by me out of the mere thought of a friend of mine who desired to attain the moon. he vowed that the moon is his. but yes..as life takes its turns..the moon is of no fascination to him now..as he claims..his world has just three colours: black, white and grey. i would love to ask him ...is not hte moon white in colour?

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Its day,
I write about night.
Its joy,
I hold sorrow tight.
Its clear,
I pervert my sight.
I know its wrong,
But i claim it right.
I heave a heavy sigh,
standing below the studded night.