Assimilate this rivulet in your expanse,
Unburden these tresses and unloosen this passion.
Kiss these eyes for once,
And open them for ever.
Encroach towards this body,
And set it to fire.
Crumple this warmth
And extinguish it to ice.
Engulf this soul and fill these insides;
Turn this world into a salt lake,
So that no one enters this isle,
And disturb our solitude.
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Thursday, March 20, 2008
What is this?
At each beat, this heart springs like a simpleton,
Hugs and kisses in the air like an idiot,
Blushes and giggles when nothing lies at sight,
Broods and cries at some invisible sprite,
Dreams and wishes like a toddler,
Flies like a baby,
Sighs like a woman.
Scales all ages in a second,
Reaches eternity at the very next…
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Hugs and kisses in the air like an idiot,
Blushes and giggles when nothing lies at sight,
Broods and cries at some invisible sprite,
Dreams and wishes like a toddler,
Flies like a baby,
Sighs like a woman.
Scales all ages in a second,
Reaches eternity at the very next…
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It is twilight
It is twilight
The city is lit up; but not my home.
I am sitting under a candle, yet in darkness.
The candle light only illuminates the darkness around me.
And the lights outside, are trying to subjugate me.
I hold a cup of tea for a long while,
(That is not made for me.
It is only ‘almed’ to me)
And then I have a snack,
But I am disinterested.
For the light that dances before me
Is like a prostitute working for money.
It doesnot illuminate my insides,
It only makes the darkness visible
And, yet, it can not be seen on the outside.
And that is what my problem is.
I am pining for my beloved,
And they think I have become insane,
Just as I was,
Before meeting him….
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The city is lit up; but not my home.
I am sitting under a candle, yet in darkness.
The candle light only illuminates the darkness around me.
And the lights outside, are trying to subjugate me.
I hold a cup of tea for a long while,
(That is not made for me.
It is only ‘almed’ to me)
And then I have a snack,
But I am disinterested.
For the light that dances before me
Is like a prostitute working for money.
It doesnot illuminate my insides,
It only makes the darkness visible
And, yet, it can not be seen on the outside.
And that is what my problem is.
I am pining for my beloved,
And they think I have become insane,
Just as I was,
Before meeting him….
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Any date, any day, any month, any year
Smoke shoots from the factories,
From the trash,
From the grass.
A dim sunlight unveils itself
At the planned hour, reluctantly.
Ants crawl out of their forts
To earn material ends.
One looks like the other,
The other like another.
Each one crawling in and out
And up and down
And back and forth,
Like a corpse.
They settle before machines,
To work like machines,
To undo the feat of their forerunners.
Not realizing,
When it is day
And when it is not.
When the clock summons
The planned hour,
They go back to their ant-hills,
Tired, melancholic, sleepy.
They crawl into their beds,
And die for a few hours.
And the world dies with them.
The next morning comes,
Awakens them at the planned hour,
To pull the same burden for the next day.
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From the trash,
From the grass.
A dim sunlight unveils itself
At the planned hour, reluctantly.
Ants crawl out of their forts
To earn material ends.
One looks like the other,
The other like another.
Each one crawling in and out
And up and down
And back and forth,
Like a corpse.
They settle before machines,
To work like machines,
To undo the feat of their forerunners.
Not realizing,
When it is day
And when it is not.
When the clock summons
The planned hour,
They go back to their ant-hills,
Tired, melancholic, sleepy.
They crawl into their beds,
And die for a few hours.
And the world dies with them.
The next morning comes,
Awakens them at the planned hour,
To pull the same burden for the next day.
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Hail!
Hail! Sweet zephyrs, fan my beloved,
Let her sleep like the mistress of the universe.
Hail! Sensous west wind, caress her tresses.
Let her experience the warmth of my touches.
Hail1 soft rabbits, cast off your skins,
Lend me your soft covers
To bed my darling princess.
Hail! Scarlet roses, jump into her cheeks,
Let her blush amidst her sleep
To set the universe on fire.
Hail! Sweet angels, transform me
Into a handsome beaux,
Let me peep into her dreams
And see her smile and glow.
Hail! Fays, fairies, guard our moments of rapture,
Guard us against wicked coughs,
And guard us till eternity.
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Let her sleep like the mistress of the universe.
Hail! Sensous west wind, caress her tresses.
Let her experience the warmth of my touches.
Hail1 soft rabbits, cast off your skins,
Lend me your soft covers
To bed my darling princess.
Hail! Scarlet roses, jump into her cheeks,
Let her blush amidst her sleep
To set the universe on fire.
Hail! Sweet angels, transform me
Into a handsome beaux,
Let me peep into her dreams
And see her smile and glow.
Hail! Fays, fairies, guard our moments of rapture,
Guard us against wicked coughs,
And guard us till eternity.
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Sunday, January 20, 2008
Make Me not your Muse
Make me not your Muse
Make me not your Muse,
Who stands like a portrait in your poems,
Lifeless and public.
Make me the energy of your poem.
Let me flow through your thoughts.
Let me be omnipresent in your works,
Something that can’t be seen,
But is there.
Let me breathe through your creativity,
Something that is continous;
A constant process which when stops
Takes life out of a thing.
Dont make me your pen;
Let me be the ink that writes,
The one that leaves a footprint,
That fills in an urge to be traced.
Immortalize this tiny sprite
As a bliss for
Loving you honestly…
Make me not your Muse,
Who stands like a portrait in your poems,
Lifeless and public.
Make me the energy of your poem.
Let me flow through your thoughts.
Let me be omnipresent in your works,
Something that can’t be seen,
But is there.
Let me breathe through your creativity,
Something that is continous;
A constant process which when stops
Takes life out of a thing.
Dont make me your pen;
Let me be the ink that writes,
The one that leaves a footprint,
That fills in an urge to be traced.
Immortalize this tiny sprite
As a bliss for
Loving you honestly…
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Wake Up...
Wake up…
Wake up at a rainy morning,
The world awaits you.
An earthly lover lurking inside your heart
Wishes to kiss you.
Open your eyes at this lush greenery,
And shiver at these happy zephyrs.
Uncoil yourself out of your cozy bed,
And get ready for a happy day.
Put your hand out of the window,
And hold these aqueous pearls,
Gulp them across your throat,
And efflower like a rose.
Come out under the same rains,
And enjoy the same sky as the lover,
Enjoy the same parrots hovering above,
And the same crows and quills.
Share the same mountains across,
And share the same hills.
Find, thus, nature in your
Concrete apartment,
Find some more love in your
Concrete attachment.
Blink your eyes and destiny
Will blow a spell,
And you will reach paradise,
And find no way to hell.
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Wake up at a rainy morning,
The world awaits you.
An earthly lover lurking inside your heart
Wishes to kiss you.
Open your eyes at this lush greenery,
And shiver at these happy zephyrs.
Uncoil yourself out of your cozy bed,
And get ready for a happy day.
Put your hand out of the window,
And hold these aqueous pearls,
Gulp them across your throat,
And efflower like a rose.
Come out under the same rains,
And enjoy the same sky as the lover,
Enjoy the same parrots hovering above,
And the same crows and quills.
Share the same mountains across,
And share the same hills.
Find, thus, nature in your
Concrete apartment,
Find some more love in your
Concrete attachment.
Blink your eyes and destiny
Will blow a spell,
And you will reach paradise,
And find no way to hell.
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