It is in your eyes that I find endearance It is in the fall of your chiffon dupatta. When you dipped it in the sky, You stole it's myriad of stars. In the slenderness of your fingers I find tranquility You paint Durga, but everything about you is Saraswati. You are the Saraswati that never was; Yet you complete Triveni. Such is your grace, it is in the fluttering of your eyelids. I am a man of simplicity. I swoon with every curling of your tresses Jealous of the wind that teases you. I appreciate you from afar, I think that suits me Yet if I were closer to you, I'd breathe your breath I'd eat out of your hands like a bird, I am your bird and It is in you to decide, what you want me to be.

Never, never did she wear a watch. Some thought she was afraid of time passing her by, while she maintained that she liked her hands bare. "It's just weight", she said "A wait for whom?", they asked. Maybe it was the burden of ages that she couldn't bear, when she said she liked her hands bare. Amidst her poignant nonchalance, lied a weight she couldn't balance. She got breathless with every passing minute. The failure to keep account                                             of the hands which made her, this fragile creature who never understands. Never, never did she wear a watch. Drifting through time was her speciality. 

When the night was laid on a mundane sky My saffron curtain did abhor A whiff of wind, that cut it's waves And slammed open the door I heard the sound of the wind Hark hark, she ushered me inside And as I glimpsed in front of me Wind had death by her side So stop in your tracks, do not deplore The wind that brings companions uncalled for Slow down your breathing to the core You have death waiting by your door You have death waiting by your door.

I'd like to dream in vermillion and fuschia Paint rhythms in my mind, grow warmer to the waves But these hands, they can tear the most fragile creations Even though it may not seem so. I'd like to ruminate over the tendrils of time Bit by bit, all of it's intricate meshes But this soul, it takes pride in blissful ignorance Even when the heart says no. Sometimes I dream with my eyelids Sometimes, I don't have the right track Except for occasional bursts of vermillion and fuschia Always I dream in black. 

Her voice is like crackers on a quiet night Every atom in my body shudders as she laughs. I lie by her shapely mouth outlined against the moon and I know that she's the noor of my eyes, the woman of my soul. I feel like she will save that soul which doesn't beg to be saved, and she will heal those eyes which don't need healing, after all. And yet when she will trace the contours on my face with her slender fingers, even the moon will watch, by this very window. Her mouth is a casket every word, a Jewel. And as she speaks her astonishing, crackling language the words wrap themselves around my ears, my neck, binding my hands together. It's a bond I don't want to break This is a night for my soul. And with every passing moment I wish for her to keep speaking, I wish for her to keep breathing. It is me who hasn't let go of a single breath, Hoping for her to love me again Even if she does not see me.

Through your painted walls There comes a shining It hits the stained glass and gazes in fury Casting over me a green shed. Out beyond your little talks Lies my bewildering whisper It ends with a whimper And you say you didn't hear? Eyes that wondered about the precision of your blunders and the heart that sank into the volume of your tresses Look at me and say nothing. Can't you read it on my face, can't you feel it in my skin? I tremble in the waves you conquer I shudder when you love me for longer If paint fails you, I will rise from it.

Jude To lure was on the nape of her neck Drops of fire slid down her waist The taps of the tango set the mood Such was the sensuality of Jude. To desire is evil, she said with a smirk She was a liar, far away from chaste Embracing darkness in it's cover and nude Such was the sensuality of Jude. Primavera Gliding along the waves of infinity She doesn't swim, she doesn't drown Her feet belong to a different era Such is the beauty of Primavera. Smiling in the heavens of the unknown She doesn't dim, she doesn't frown Her voice is mightier than the opera Such is the beauty of Primavera. 

If you knew You'd know just enough To believe me when I said I'll come back home. That all the dreams I spoke of Were not tall tales And all the smiles we shared Were bright enough for my days. If you knew You'd know just enough To not question my temperament And let me sail for sometime. You'd know that I didn't need a hand to hold Or a pillar of support But you'd know just enough To linger on anyway. You'd not debate with or fight me With every opportunity And make me feel at fault For something I couldn't help You wouldn't blame me for being indifferent Immune to your concerns, ignorant too For you'd know I had a whirlpool within me And you'd know you simply had to remind me of You To pull me through, part by part Without expectation Because I didn't expect from you Nor did I ever accuse you For I knew too much to ever raise a finger I knew enough to let you be. If you knew You'd know just enough To

I'll love you for the rainy days The rush that came with darkness Exhilarating your skin, filling your hair With depth Light rain, a heavier you I never knew where to dump What you couldn't contain.

What does one get Waiting, arms stretched wide For raindrops The clouds are not in the sky The clouds aren't there at all. The arms remain, the palms hope. What is hope, then Is it any different From creating clouds? More rain. But Never did rain harm Rain just knew one thing It had to fall, so It fell, knowing not whom upon Or where, road or marshland Wanted or unwanted It fell, not knowing what it did It knocked on doors, formed tributaries On window panes Extinguished thirst, inspired poetry Destroyed oil lamps, facilitated growth And then It submitted itself with old friends Puddle of joy and mirth With an open invitation To feet and boats. 

Give me a chance to submerge you in the past Let’s start with your smile that caught my eye, Or we could start with my eyes, that meddled with your concerns. From comforting walks and easy talks To hours of dicephering what the other meant. I remember you placed a leaf on the back of my palm And ran your fingers repeatedly to trace my veins And once You sat there looking, absolutely still, at my head, and how the wind put my hair in a state of Chaos. I never understood what you were, and when I asserted very proudly that I did, I was lying, only lying, just that. You became a yearning, one that I urged to hold in the morning For even my coffee reminded me of you, the way your scent blended with it’s aroma. You were meticulous in your ways and I was hounded by imperfection. We had been churned together for a long time, to form something different That was the intention, to differ, to vary, which soon became the cause For much ado, and worry. And the story gets gory, w

Create some ripples in my daydream already Although shooting stars and fast cars are keeping it steady Slap me on my back or tease me by my name Your old jokes  do  all  the trick s  all the same Your shadow gives a soft sigh, crawling away Eyes that are a deep trench with no words to say You’re clouding my diary, what I’m jotting down is fiery Love disguised as loathing the whole of May.

Mismatched, unthought of Leading me through waves of doubt Waves of you, reverberate as they wash me over, wash me over again. Patient murmuring, hindered buffering, Obstructions in thought, obstructions in action A tingling feeling clenches my spirit. A rising rises in a heart that is so used to beating, worn of loving, but continues to love, with the same capacity. Eyes start to close, gradual and simple, you can't help this now. Eyes start to close so you can sleep again, rest a hassled heart and impatient legs, A confused mind with little to contain.

Eventually life teaches us that everything has a way to backfire. The fire in our backyards, the hope in our thirsty minds. Eventually, we realize that we spend substantial amount of our lives unlearning the things we learned, stories we grew up with, lessons we abided by. That forever is best said in the end, when ever has been reached for, and when the glamorously styled words 'The End' flash on the last screen in our series. That promises and commitments are best made occasionally, and taken care of promptly. That Love is not a sacred word, and we have and will love people despite acknowledging it's tremendous power and the things it makes us do. That thunderstorms are better than little trysts with happiness, and that they swivel into our lives only later. That we pretend too much, and do the things we advice others to cut loose from. That we advice too much, and know too less. That we believe we know a great deal, with life stepping in each time to flip the entire ga

Easy breeze blows above my head, nonchalant, surprisingly gallant. "Let me take your hand and lead you to a place where phases end, and thoughts fly away." Romancing my spirit and breathing into my hair, the breeze whispers words from another time, rubbing calmly over my scars, sugarcoating my wounds and promising me, A Better Reality. The sun is wiser, the sun knows better. "Do not trust the breeze", it fires from within. "But it feels easy, it feels right", I say, and I lay my hand in the winds hands. So permeable! "I'm still holding them", the wind smirks.

Marmalade skies are at sea, rowing You're changing without you even knowing Where is it that you're lacking, you stop to ponder, is it because your heart has grown fonder? It's a pity to have come to this conclusion, with it's sharp contrast and twisting illusion. Who is it that you've hurt so badly, is it somebody you have once loved madly? Or is it somebody who falls beyond your arena, flesh and bones, with a  heart and plea. Somebody that seeked your attention, who never asked but symbolized. And, who is it that's changing after all? What is 'Changing'? Is it the shift from green to autumn, your shift from moody to compromising, or my shift from violet to mint? Is it just a Shift afterall? Maybe it's nothing. Maybe all the decisions you've ever made are wrong, that land you in a state you can't seem to escape. Or perhaps you've been making all the correct decisions, you can hope for an award later on. But, maybe, in al

Weave me a story or two already Present it like an arpeggio I know no halts, I only know rhythm Come like a rapid, go like adagio. Today you are a canvas, a gentleman in temperament I am an artist, and I know no bounds You can be difficult, or you can endure We can both smile and hold our grounds Tonight I am a nymph, yes I said nymph I could serenade you, I could disappear Among the broken melodies will you be a constant, Even when I’m not here? Give me a reason or two already You riddle me with your enigma Put my dreams aside, we will talk about yours Intoxicate this story with your aroma Today you are a song, an ordinary song I am a singer and I come to woo You can be a love song, you can be my song We can take to the streets the music of two Tonight I am a synthesizer I will play the tune of your choosing You can drink it down, you can dodge it away There won’t be winning, there won’t be losing And when the stars arrange

I feel like I'm coming to accepting this. From drowning in my self created mazes, from people I tried to escape. I'm still rooted, where I am, and my past will be forever etched in my memory, times I've tried to not only escape people, but myself. I got lost almost voluntarily, almost as if in quest to find myself, on the streets, in shops of nowhere, below my own skies, which seemed so alien. The world that was jelly in my hands, slipping from my palms and I could do nothing about it. I got prone to killing myself, the instinct that still lives on in my being. Still there have been times I've been able to find reason, and I have figured that by reason and reason alone can I move forward and conquer. I see myself a little above the deep unknown, afloat on the water, I'm not moving, I'm not sinking. Complexities surround us, and we usually rub our eyes to misunderstand them. They become threats, and we always look for people to direct us. Sometime

Profound haze, beautiful eyes in the distance So I wait here looking, dropping my resistance My heart emits a rhythm, a reverberating beat It whirls in the air and goes on to repeat You walk with grace, your fluid stride My source of strength, forever my pride I can see you, through the blurry I'm torn apart between patience and hurry That's my girl right there, my dream weaver, She thinks to herself, that's my man My lover, my only We halt and gaze through the haze And all of a sudden I'm lonely. Sunset eyes, what can we do now? I wonder as we pass each other by Should I hold your hand, call out your name? Let out some tears, give out a cry Silence. I turn around and see you walk round the corner Won't you turn around to see me? Didn't the dangerous friction of our bodies bring back memories Good enough for a little glance? I watch you go, it is starting to snow I take off my hat and loosen my tie Your scent is going to choke me,

He knew of a girl on an all time low, She lived and died in one go. He looked for her scent in the potpourri, She had lingered on like an old story. He forgot her name,maybe it was Sera Or maybe it was Lloyd Was it Serena? He settled for Floyd. Shy but outspoken, It amused him a little She declared her worries in his presence, Demanded quick solutions or threw a fit. Her searching eyes somewhat glued to his face, His wandering mind captured by her need. What he loved the most about her undoubtedly was- She never had the answers, and He Always Did.

There are so many people in this world. When we are young, we indulge in picking our best bets among them. We base our choices on petty things like a pretty headband or a funky shoe. Gradually, we are able to label them as our friends which is further based on mutual liking and gelling. If the years are with us, we actually maintain a few of these. If the years are not with us, we tend to meet and greet new faces. New worlds, new smiles, accents, new handshakes. We move beyond headbands and shoes. Some of these people seem like the one's we knew, the one's we should have known. They go on to becoming our friends. As we elevate up the hierarchy to good and best friends, we feel they could be our friends for Life. Now, I wonder if this is a mistake. Definitely more than once have I genuinely considered, more than termed a person my friend for life. There were hopes involved and also a feeling of security, having backs and all the perks that come with everlasting friendship.