Love is not enough

It is a story of many a heart. The boundaries, the seas of separation, things that divide the people, that kill many a love story even before it is born.....

All I am saying is ..........give love a chance...............

Is love not enough
of a reason?
Why walls come between
the high flying hearts?

I love a girl
and she loves me not
and thats b'coz
I m not like her.
We share similar tastes,
I can read her heart;
And still I am different
'coz I m different by birth.

Years I have spent loving
all the while making me more of a man
but how can I undo the past
and how can I change the way I was born.

I am good
and it still ain't a reason
good enough for the love to unfurl,
And she would have loved
I am sure of it ,I know
had I not been different by birth.

Decades after the freedom,
are we still free enough to choose?
Where the shackles of stupid tradition
bind us, our bodies and emotions alike.

I am talking not of a village
where may be, light has still not come,
But a city, where all are literate
and still not educated enough.

The lady meets again

This is the sequel to my earlier poem 'The lady in the reservation queue'. All these 'accidents' kept happening to me in the year I was preparing for the IIT-JEE after completing my 12th.Hope you enjoy it as much as I liked writing it.

Remember the eyes
i told about, afore,
Well, i saw them again
and I leapt once more.

They were the same
my eyes can't mistake.
I can bet the were,
my sanity at stake.

Well, I had been to the post office
to post a mail,
I saw the set there,
sitting on a chair, their owner, in a veil.

U can think of my astonishment,
and elation, and surprise
The world I had searchrd for them
and they were there, in front of my eyes.

I advanced towards her,
hoping to get some small talk.
But even before I could reach
she stood up for a walk

I remember commentng on weather,
and then bollywood, and then Iraq
But she kept her own company
and I kept groping in the dark.

The time was slowly trickling
My desperation furthur mounting
I decided to take a final risk
Although dangers I kept counting.

Just as she was to go,
I went to her and said.
My heart was pumping overtime.
Sweat flowing through my forehead.

"Mam I had seen you before too,
And I love your eyes since then,
And I have been half mad, in search of you,
All laughing at me, those men.

Fully aware of the troubles that await me
I propose to you my love
In your hands I leave my destiny
Plz accept me, me, my love."

She looked at me surprised,
One not knowing what to do.
All the people present were lookin at me
as one look at a monkey in a zoo.

Unperturbed I stood t here,
waiting for some reply.
I had steeled my heart for rejection.
I just prayed, my luck would apply.

She stormed out to a waiting car
Her emotiond I couldnt see.
The carbegan to move forward
My heart sank to some deep sea.

The window glasses were lowered
A paper thrown out, all crumpled.
the car went away as IO rushed towards it
I picked the paper, by now completely trampled.

A phone number was scribbled on it
The handwriting beautiful, curly.
My elation, excitement knew no bounds
I started making air castles, although it was a bit too early.

I have yet to go and call her
a day, although has passed.
But I am taking things very cautiously
I dont want to miss this chance.

Why are there wars?

Well, sometimes I wonder. Why does a man kill another man?
I wonder about the wars, about their futility. Aren't there enough troubles already without them. And still we have them. Every day pictures flash on the tv screen. A war ravaged land; hungry children; dead cattles; fields becoming graveyards; And still there are wars...........

Why are there wars?
events, so gloriously horrified.
The battles, horribly glorified.
the seeds crumbling,
the plants dying
and the majestic trees falling;
and the mighty mountains flattening.

Why are there wars?
Princess of Death
smiling everywhere,
kissing the children
that have barely crawled out of their teens
Seducing those

with the families and children
and who should otherwise
never have been unfaithful to life.
The king of the army of the departed
coming to take more for the army it has made.

Why are there wars
which leave the houses haunted
and futures barren
and a present so pompously out of fate.
And that, knowing all
the words of God and his son,
with numerous others that martyred in his cause.

And still there are wars..........
And still there are wars..........

You wanted me to write about you and I can write a thousand things and my pen won't stop. You know what I feel about you............and still you know but naught.

I tried to write about you
and a sea of emotions
flooded me.
A wave taking me elsewhere,
You know, in another world,
away from the shore.
I saw a rainbow
and I saw some clouds,
but mostly it was the Sun.
And when I saw inside
I found everything in the dazzling blue,
a brilliant hue,
and a great contrast to the world I had come from.
You know,
You filled colours into
what was a grey potrait of a man.
And now I can feel the radiance
beaming out of the picture.
I would have said you are a great artist,
a maestero,
but no, you are not
just limited to that;
a magician
would be more like it.
Yes, had I wanted to commit
blasphemy,
I would have compared you to my God.
This is you for me, my dear,

this is you for all you are.

A troubled soul

It was the time I said something................and I say this.

I always wondered
what it was to have friends.
Oh Yes! I had friens.
I would move around with them,
play cricket
and talk God knows what shit,
but still I didnt have one.
Things would remain
buried in my bosom,
ailimg me, itching me,
but finding no expression
until I switched to words.
I didnt know
what it was to have a mate
who could talk things other than cricket
and the lasses.
I had none
who would try and venture
into my world.