warmth
of soul,
in my cup
of tea.
and a beautiful friend
to share my life with me.
a hungry glance
an intense longing
the touch that consumes all memories
that heart that has all belongings.
everything i own, is yours to take
and everything i have, is yours to break.
there is a freedom in loving...
in non-possession and giving.
you can take it all away
and leave me poor to the hilt,
but wealth is not a concern
and loving is never guilt.
to say it nicely,
i need nothing this world can give.
the only thing i need
is you, till i live.
after all,
living is when you love the best
and then giving everything else a rest!
spirituality and society
can not affect,
when all that i want
is all that which your eyes reflect.
me in you
and you in me
and an unshakable faith
in all that is good and right.
this is love.
you.
this is you, my love!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
An ode to Hope
On 14th November
was born a young child.
He sought no reasons
to be rich and thrive.
Instead he studied hard
and went to college,
where he embraced liberty and socialism
and thrived in its knowledge.
He came back to his country
with a determination to succeed.
He was a young barrister
having a tryst with destiny.
Under the guidance and principles
of a humble man,
he led a nation to freedom
and the country, he ran.
Our first Prime Minister
was a champion of children.
A caring uncle
to lots of young women and men.
Fondly remembered
and revered throughout.
His philosophy was deep,
his smile left no doubt.
And on his jacket,
a rose he wore.
A symbol of love
and the hope to do more.
And so on 14th November
it is respect we pay.
On Jawaharlal Nehru’s birthday we celebrate hope,
we celebrate Children’s Day!
was born a young child.
He sought no reasons
to be rich and thrive.
Instead he studied hard
and went to college,
where he embraced liberty and socialism
and thrived in its knowledge.
He came back to his country
with a determination to succeed.
He was a young barrister
having a tryst with destiny.
Under the guidance and principles
of a humble man,
he led a nation to freedom
and the country, he ran.
Our first Prime Minister
was a champion of children.
A caring uncle
to lots of young women and men.
Fondly remembered
and revered throughout.
His philosophy was deep,
his smile left no doubt.
And on his jacket,
a rose he wore.
A symbol of love
and the hope to do more.
And so on 14th November
it is respect we pay.
On Jawaharlal Nehru’s birthday we celebrate hope,
we celebrate Children’s Day!
The Triumphant…
Dearly sought and well fought
the fight for justice and self governance
had finally borne fruit.
And yet the spirit of the many
could not overshadow the pain
that stabbed the heart of a just born nation.
The foreign yoke left us
with their ‘divide and rule’
which was possibly, the heaviest price to pay.
Our many freedoms have been paid for
by the paradox of non-violence and blood
and now in the quagmire of corruption we stay.
What does it mean to be free as a nation?
To forsake our brothers
and divide a land by borders?
But now, celebration is the order of the day.
After all, we successfully fought
the English onslaught: a fight without the savagery and rage.
This is a revolution, as unique as it gets
Without blood spilled on our hands
and with soaring spirit and guts.
We are a nation proud
that serves as a beacon of hope
in a world full of violence.
And this is the triumph
we capture and celebrate
on our Independence day!
the fight for justice and self governance
had finally borne fruit.
And yet the spirit of the many
could not overshadow the pain
that stabbed the heart of a just born nation.
The foreign yoke left us
with their ‘divide and rule’
which was possibly, the heaviest price to pay.
Our many freedoms have been paid for
by the paradox of non-violence and blood
and now in the quagmire of corruption we stay.
What does it mean to be free as a nation?
To forsake our brothers
and divide a land by borders?
But now, celebration is the order of the day.
After all, we successfully fought
the English onslaught: a fight without the savagery and rage.
This is a revolution, as unique as it gets
Without blood spilled on our hands
and with soaring spirit and guts.
We are a nation proud
that serves as a beacon of hope
in a world full of violence.
And this is the triumph
we capture and celebrate
on our Independence day!
yin yang
one to another
subduing and rising
like flip sides
falling one way or another
each one complete
and yet incomplete
without the other
choose one or the other
and you get both
that's the beauty
of the whole being greater
than the individuals
and moving from independence
to interdependency
there is a me
without you
but that me
cannot be
without you
simply put
the we makes
the me
like that!
subduing and rising
like flip sides
falling one way or another
each one complete
and yet incomplete
without the other
choose one or the other
and you get both
that's the beauty
of the whole being greater
than the individuals
and moving from independence
to interdependency
there is a me
without you
but that me
cannot be
without you
simply put
the we makes
the me
like that!
the coleridge-bohemian
in the broken house
a stifled silence greeted him.
long stretches of blur
it's a life!
smoke up,
drink up,
live to die.
the growing sense of unease,
numbed down.
a functional dystopia
a life lived in a hurry
to get to the end.
to make another beginning
or so he thought.
the stifled silence screamed.
nothing moved.
bob said,
the answers were blowing in the wind.
nothing moved.
when you didn't ask the questions,
the answers didn't matter.
numbness
vegetative
insipid
a life to live.
and nothing moves.
day after day, day after day
we struck no breadth no motion,
as idle as a painted ship
on a painted ocean
water, water everywhere
and all the boards did shrink
water, water everywhere
nor any drop to drink
a wry smile plays.
tomorrow is another day.
a stifled silence greeted him.
long stretches of blur
it's a life!
smoke up,
drink up,
live to die.
the growing sense of unease,
numbed down.
a functional dystopia
a life lived in a hurry
to get to the end.
to make another beginning
or so he thought.
the stifled silence screamed.
nothing moved.
bob said,
the answers were blowing in the wind.
nothing moved.
when you didn't ask the questions,
the answers didn't matter.
numbness
vegetative
insipid
a life to live.
and nothing moves.
day after day, day after day
we struck no breadth no motion,
as idle as a painted ship
on a painted ocean
water, water everywhere
and all the boards did shrink
water, water everywhere
nor any drop to drink
a wry smile plays.
tomorrow is another day.
My Name is Red
A carpet of white
under endless sky.
Cold is the season,
that pervades my!
Stretched to the boundary
the starkness of white..
Still...frozen..
a motionless night.
The moon rises high,
the landscape glimmers.
Think of your warmth...
when my body shivers.
And then, turn a corner
into a spot of red.
The blood surges
into my head.
Out there and solitary
in the white.
Delicately folded
like a possession, prized.
And still unfrozen,
the dew drops shine.
So pure, so beautiful...
uncut diamonds and wine.
Amidst the weariness and cold,
found the gleam of life.
A rose in the snow,
I miss you so much, my wife.
under endless sky.
Cold is the season,
that pervades my!
Stretched to the boundary
the starkness of white..
Still...frozen..
a motionless night.
The moon rises high,
the landscape glimmers.
Think of your warmth...
when my body shivers.
And then, turn a corner
into a spot of red.
The blood surges
into my head.
Out there and solitary
in the white.
Delicately folded
like a possession, prized.
And still unfrozen,
the dew drops shine.
So pure, so beautiful...
uncut diamonds and wine.
Amidst the weariness and cold,
found the gleam of life.
A rose in the snow,
I miss you so much, my wife.
awake7
pure energy
wafting through early morning.
an easiness of being
alive...
uplifted.
rock hard,
for you.
mmmmm....
you fill my senses
unearth desires
and latent drifts
rough and smooth
the interplay
and friction...
a bond of love
and incense.
wafting through early morning.
an easiness of being
alive...
uplifted.
rock hard,
for you.
mmmmm....
you fill my senses
unearth desires
and latent drifts
rough and smooth
the interplay
and friction...
a bond of love
and incense.
a love song for a princess
Your lustrous hair
weaves tales of fascination.
Your deeply expressive eyes,
mark the beauty of creation.
Your grace and style
are the cause of envy.
Your gracious smile
is as beautiful as can be.
Your royalty is plain
for all ordinary mortals to see.
I give you my heart
and I give it to you for free.
You will always be
the salt of my life.
If I should be so lucky
to make you my wife.
And in pain and tears
and happiness and joy...
I beg you to be the Queen,
of this ordinary boy.
weaves tales of fascination.
Your deeply expressive eyes,
mark the beauty of creation.
Your grace and style
are the cause of envy.
Your gracious smile
is as beautiful as can be.
Your royalty is plain
for all ordinary mortals to see.
I give you my heart
and I give it to you for free.
You will always be
the salt of my life.
If I should be so lucky
to make you my wife.
And in pain and tears
and happiness and joy...
I beg you to be the Queen,
of this ordinary boy.
smile
her head hurt like hell.
bleeding.
fuck, that hurt!
she sat up a little dazed..
how long was she unconcious?
had she been raped?
her recollection was hazy.
she looked around...and saw the disarray.
then she saw the body.
he smelled of whisky.
and he was blue...
hard, cold and blue.
yes, he'd come at her.
almost every night, he'd come.
fetid and limp dicked, he'd come at her.
while her mother was out.
while the world slept.
he'd come at her.
screams and moans...
the bruise on his head
he wouldn't.
he wouldn't anymore.
that fat sodden bastard wouldn't.
and after years, she grinned a broken toothed smile.
bleeding.
fuck, that hurt!
she sat up a little dazed..
how long was she unconcious?
had she been raped?
her recollection was hazy.
she looked around...and saw the disarray.
then she saw the body.
he smelled of whisky.
and he was blue...
hard, cold and blue.
yes, he'd come at her.
almost every night, he'd come.
fetid and limp dicked, he'd come at her.
while her mother was out.
while the world slept.
he'd come at her.
screams and moans...
the bruise on his head
he wouldn't.
he wouldn't anymore.
that fat sodden bastard wouldn't.
and after years, she grinned a broken toothed smile.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Pain
The tears that drop down your eyes
can sting a heart half a world away.
This is pain.
The first fall of a child
moistens the parents eyes.
This is pain.
When an animal succumbs
as a victim to fashion.
tis abuse and pain.
When wars are fought
leaving behind hollow, human shells...
...the mindlessness is pain!
When failure is promoted...
and labels decide your fate.
Shamelessness is pain.
When God's precepts
demands blood and violence.
Pain is a game.
And when you are hurt, my love,
and I can't squeeze you tight.
My verse is...
can sting a heart half a world away.
This is pain.
The first fall of a child
moistens the parents eyes.
This is pain.
When an animal succumbs
as a victim to fashion.
tis abuse and pain.
When wars are fought
leaving behind hollow, human shells...
...the mindlessness is pain!
When failure is promoted...
and labels decide your fate.
Shamelessness is pain.
When God's precepts
demands blood and violence.
Pain is a game.
And when you are hurt, my love,
and I can't squeeze you tight.
My verse is...
Sugar!
Listen here to a story,
a tale of passion and intrigue.
Where many young men laid their lives,
for a maiden as fair as thee.
In her honour they cast their lots
to slay a giant mighty
But soon it was known
all across the land, the giant killed with glee.
Neither sugar, nor spice, nor anything nice
would bring a smile to her face.
But along came one fine prince,
who led they giant astray.
And with just one swipe of his enchanted sword
He slew the giant, hurray!
She laughed and smiled and said to him,
"Take me…as you may"
With a sheepish smile, our prince thought a while
And then declared "I'm gay."
a tale of passion and intrigue.
Where many young men laid their lives,
for a maiden as fair as thee.
In her honour they cast their lots
to slay a giant mighty
But soon it was known
all across the land, the giant killed with glee.
Neither sugar, nor spice, nor anything nice
would bring a smile to her face.
But along came one fine prince,
who led they giant astray.
And with just one swipe of his enchanted sword
He slew the giant, hurray!
She laughed and smiled and said to him,
"Take me…as you may"
With a sheepish smile, our prince thought a while
And then declared "I'm gay."
Grrrouffff7
To start with
and not finish.
Must be a dream!
And yet I carry on
with life like usual.
Normal is boring.
Boring because every day
is a routine,
without you.
I work, I sleep,
I play, I dream...
...about you.
And yet this life goes on,
unassuming and dreary.
For to be alone is like that.
Nevertheless,
I carry on.
Actually, we do!
But mirth
has a strange way...
...of turning into joy.
Joy that isn't as fleeting
or as giddy,
as happiness is.
And for that I am thankful.
Who would want to lead a joyless life?
Nobody would or should.
For even when I am alone,
by myself and dreaming...
...I still do everything I do, with you.
In my mind,
the distances have melted.
The paths have converged.
And although reality separates us,
for now.
I take joy in the knowledge...
that all is Maya,
all is an illusion.
Except us.
and not finish.
Must be a dream!
And yet I carry on
with life like usual.
Normal is boring.
Boring because every day
is a routine,
without you.
I work, I sleep,
I play, I dream...
...about you.
And yet this life goes on,
unassuming and dreary.
For to be alone is like that.
Nevertheless,
I carry on.
Actually, we do!
But mirth
has a strange way...
...of turning into joy.
Joy that isn't as fleeting
or as giddy,
as happiness is.
And for that I am thankful.
Who would want to lead a joyless life?
Nobody would or should.
For even when I am alone,
by myself and dreaming...
...I still do everything I do, with you.
In my mind,
the distances have melted.
The paths have converged.
And although reality separates us,
for now.
I take joy in the knowledge...
that all is Maya,
all is an illusion.
Except us.
i love you, today
sometimes it happens.
something...a feeling of mutual tenderness.
a rub...a squeeze.
a smile. a moment.
and i remember you.
and in that moment..
i live like i want to.
with you.
and its a beautiful day.
something...a feeling of mutual tenderness.
a rub...a squeeze.
a smile. a moment.
and i remember you.
and in that moment..
i live like i want to.
with you.
and its a beautiful day.
for you...
sometimes
it's just the rain.
drizzle
makes my love sizzle.
melancholy
it's not.
but
i miss you more, when it rains.
maybe
it's just in my mind.
or maybe
it's just that I'm a romantic.
sigh.
the distance doesn't seem to evaporate.
and yet
how do i feel so close to you?
how
do i tell myself: wait!
how
do i say: just a little bit more...
give myself hope
when all i want to do is hold you.
deny the pleasure
of seeing your smile brighten the world.
but i go on
because you are always worth it.
always.
no two ways about that.
you make my world.
you make me want to be
the better person.
always.
pain
so exquisite.
held
so close.
because
its a gift.
and more importantly,
one that matters more than anything else does.
even the pain
of not being with you
is closer and more precious
than the pleasure that everything else can offer.
because
you are the better me.
always.
it's just the rain.
drizzle
makes my love sizzle.
melancholy
it's not.
but
i miss you more, when it rains.
maybe
it's just in my mind.
or maybe
it's just that I'm a romantic.
sigh.
the distance doesn't seem to evaporate.
and yet
how do i feel so close to you?
how
do i tell myself: wait!
how
do i say: just a little bit more...
give myself hope
when all i want to do is hold you.
deny the pleasure
of seeing your smile brighten the world.
but i go on
because you are always worth it.
always.
no two ways about that.
you make my world.
you make me want to be
the better person.
always.
pain
so exquisite.
held
so close.
because
its a gift.
and more importantly,
one that matters more than anything else does.
even the pain
of not being with you
is closer and more precious
than the pleasure that everything else can offer.
because
you are the better me.
always.
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