Love - Again

I felt touched,
for the first time in years.
I felt love
And it wasn't the
teeny weeny bubble-gum type -
It was love
as I knew should be.

And I felt
the heart throb overtime -
anxious, elated.
And the dreams
came back to my eyes.

Suddenly, I was no more
aloof to the world
and i could see -
love, tears and suffering around.
And I could feel -
Joy, fear, anger again.
 It was as if
I was in love again.

Hitchhiker's tale

Ramblings from today...It feels great to update after so long.

I hop from one to the other
to reach, where the lady is waiting.
I drink from the milk of human kindness
and I drink hard
to get drunk
but my feet won't stagger,
I won't fall,
I won't throw up.
I have a lady waiting
I have to go on.

I enjoy the sights,
all that the road has to show.
Green and concrete,
Old and new.
but I am not lost in history
nor in philosophy.
I have a lady waiting
I have to go on.

Diary of an A-League Girl

Day 1-

Ah! he pines away the night,

while I, his thoughts,

stay impervious to him, in my world.

As neutral to him,

as neutral can be.

Amused at his love -

so unrewarding and hopeless.

Sympathetic....

Sympathetic - nothing else.

Day 20-

He looks at me funnily,

longing dripping off his eyes.

I pretend not to see him,

his face, his sad drooping eyes.

Poor soul,

so hopeless and waste-

Why dream of stars

you know, you'll never get!

Day 101-

And he never looked at me,

whole day,

I passed by him thrice.

The hypocrite -

he had promised to love me

all his life.

Any way, it doesn't matter

I am way beyond his league!

Day 120-

Hey, its a month now

and he didn't look at me -

not one day.

I know it for a fact coz

I was looking at him

all these days!

What does he think of him, that moron,

the vile, wretched man.

So, suddenly his love is over?

that lying, ass of a man.

Its good, I could see through him

didn't fall for any of his lies.

What do I care?

Oh no, I don't.

He is just a dumbass,

vile, wretched man.

a drunk man

Dedicated to one of my drunk friend at a certain drunken night.

And the night

he gulped a bottle down,

the galleries trembled

at his madness.

the stairways swayed with him.

His rocking motion,

to and fro.

No mortal soul dare come near him-

No man, no dog

and not even a fly.

The moon hid back in terror,

even stars trembled at his sight.

The night he gulped the bottle down

he looked a man possessed -

exorcists were called.

the saddest love story

It was the saddest of them all-

the stories of love

that ever were writ,

except she never once had said

Oh dear, I love you.

A day of love

My love - one day long,

One day of madness,

One day of song.

With crack of the dawn

and parting of the stars,

there goes my love too -

Long Live the Scars.

Glowing like a hot neon light

I had been to Kolkata this summer. It is a product of that fine trip.

I had come to her,

from far,

and a long time too.

Her eyes were burning with passion.

The spirit was aroused, inflamed

and she stood there blindling,

glowing like a hot neon light.

The gloss of the night was hers,

as was the glamour

and she stood there illuminating

a thousand passers-by.

Moonlight faded in her presence

and night took heart from her soul

as She stood there bewitching,

a world ensnared by ghosts.

The honey kept dropping from heaven,

the fireflies coming up to light...

Somehow something in me had turned -

though I kept looking afar.

You

And You

in my solitude,

my thoughts for nights at stretch.

Yes You,

in company,

where all I see is you.

Just You,

in frolic

but all I think is you.

And You,

in tears,

the tears making dew.

A love that lasts?

I will bring you a rose everyday

for years.

one day, your face will wear down

and will have lines on them

unlike the rose.

But will I go away from you that day?

Not at all,

I will be old too

and you will be all I will ever want.

I will walk with you

to the garden every evening

and one day,

our love will not be fresh as it is today.

You will not giggle at every word I say,

I will not turn my head every few seconds

to see your radiant face

but our love will have grown,

ripened with age like wine

and i know I will love you more

than I will ever have before.

The tiger and me

I met it in the vast greens

just beside the dark of the jungle.

It was crouching –

Its striped soul shining

against the dazzling sunlight.

The tall grasses

hid its tales of terror,

the sharp fangs and even sharper claws.

It was crouching,

moving, crouching again.

Closing onto its hapless prey

who looked about with timid eyes.

One leap would have ended it all –

One step from freedom,

One step from God.

The canines flashed

and claws shone into its eyes.

Just one stop from heaven,

Just one step from God.

My guns bammed first

and bullets found shelter in its heart.

With flashing eyes the tyrant looked

and limped at me unarmed.

In that raining sunlight,

with its blood stained coat,

and it fell thud to ground.

That night, we celebrated –

with chicken and lamb chops

and after countless retellings of the story

I was born a Demi-God.

The saviour of men

The hero of the land.

But deep within me

a little something was wrong –

In my plate was the same lamb

I had saved from those cruel claws.