The deep dark thing that is Man

Oh what a face!
Wonderful clothes,
matching shoes
and watch.
A fragrant deodrant.
Oh God! What a man.
But is he a man?
If the face was an impression of heart
I am sure
most of us would be dark.

If only

One day, I will go away.
I will die,
never to come back again,
ever.
I wish, for me,
she cries, when I am gone.
Its so vain, of me,
to think, that she will,
but if only she would,
it would be like
a world of roses,
even in the fire of the hell.

If only I am missed,
for all the times
I wasn't there,
even though it is,
but for a second,
that second, would be like,
a million years of bliss for me.

If only, I get a reply,
to the thousand of letters
I didn't send,
even though it be a silent one,
that silence would be worth
more than a zillion words.

If only she loves me….

If only…

moon

My most recent.
and rather heartfelt........

Not all can get the moon,
She's bright,beautiful
and enriching like some mountain spring,
the elixir of life;
and all the stars in the world
fade in the light of her face.
Yes, she is something which shouldn't have
come to the earth.
The envy of a thousand princesses,
lovely. the desire of Gods.
And yet, for all she is,
She is, but in my head.
Real, and still she doesn't exist.
An image, idolized.
An ode to perfection.
Yes, she is not true;
but a beautiful lie
I have spoken to me.
A moon that is mine
but which I can never have.

Do I love her?

I was smitten by the teenage love.
I wrote it when I was younger.
And I post this one today
for I am still full of that hunger.

Do I love her?
Do I love her?
Of course not.
Can't you see,
She is not what I want.
But then,
Why in the spring,
when the flowers are
blooming by my side;
When the wind is
smoothly caressing me
with its hand.
When there is so much to see,
Why am I still
lost in her thoughts?

Why in the winter,
when all around is snow;
when no living soul
would dare venture out;
Why then I spend my mornings there,
Standing in front of her house
to see, but a glimpse
by that window side?

Why in the mornings,
When the sun is baking all;
And the hot ferocious wind is
sucking energy out;
Why then would I come to,
come to her at noon,
When all I would be getting,
just the moonlight
not the moon.

Do I love her?
C'mon are you mad?
I still insist that
I love her not.

Right ho!

People change as the time changes. And nobody can be a meaner man than the one who forgets his friends at the time of their troubles. Don't help if you don't want to but the least you can do is talk to them.And they will be happy till the end of their days.

Right ho!
Hey! I am here.
Hey! Come on!
Can’t you see me.
Have you lost your eyes
Or is it your will
To talk to a ragged poor man.
Yesterday you were at my doorsteps.
Bringing flowers and what not
And yesterday I answered you
With a valet
and a carpet on my floor.
Today they are gone,
And so have you.
But at least talk to me.
Don’t you remember
The keys that I had given
And today you have bought your car.
You can lower the glasses at least.
I won’t come and ride you,
I am not like that,
And moreover,
my legs are still intact.

Fighting.....till the end

I am rather morose these days...I have not been keeping well...rather strained emotionally. but I am not losing it. I can't. I just can't hope to survive if I do. and then the life would be more torturous than the death.

In the darkness lives a light
And deep within the wilderness,
a hope.
And when all seems lost,
You can still see a small opening
In the solid brick wall.

The wall is sturdy and tall.
And yet the opening is enough for
the poor worker to chug along.
Success may look vain,
Or way to far,
but for the brave,
no battle is too difficult
& no path too long.
And if it is still too much to aspire
The least you can do is die trying

wasted spring

Whenever I see the girl I feel like that something is missing. Beauty is not meant to be gloomy and yet I feel gloomy. I dont know what is it or how is it but may be its bcoz I havent seen that heavenly smile.

Your eyes,
so melancholy,
abrim of grief unknown
and sufferings untold.
Your lips,
Red, and yet not rosy,
Like blood, clogged in the flesh.

The face,
An expression of despair.
A fire unburnt,
But long extinguished.

The stature
Could have been graceful,
And your beauty praiseworthy,
But you look
like a wasted spring,
where even the flowers are not fragrant,
and even the birds not beautiful.

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..........