Neither me nor you

I don't find you attractive
My heart doesn't melt away, when I see you
I don't lose myself in you, I'm positive
My my face doesn't turn blue, without you
You were the lost piece of me
I am imbibed in you
The unified soul of we
All that is left is
Neither me nor you

Our seven

Seven days in a week
are seen
Seven colours of a rainbow
at the
Seven wonders of the world
spread across the
Seven continents.

Abridging the
Seven seas,
the
Sapt Rishis
sang in the
Sapt Swars ,
the tales of
Seven Heavens

Seven isn't a number
but the cycle of life.
First
Seven of ours just ended,
to begin another
Seven years of love.

PS: In Sanskrit - Sapt=Seven, Rishis = Sages, Swars= Tones of music.

Seeing Love

I see
I literally See
With my own two eyes
With a surprise in those two eyes
Love in Sadness
Love unlike that in Happiness
He pours his heart out
Proving his love is devout
I see it with my eyes
Love that’s almost dripping from his eyes
The tiny black dots below his brows
Tell me more than the promised vows
The ones he has tried to articulate all our lives
But this silence amidst us strives
Silence that adorns love
Between the hardships of life
Evinces that I could live without
Clutter of noises our chats make
I know it beyond a doubt
If I could just look into your eyes
For every moment for the rest of our lives. 

Gravity

You are the free fall
You are the few seconds joy
You'd break my every bone
You'd shatter my organs
You'd tear me apart
And yet I dangle myself at the cliff
Despite the promises of gravity
Despite the attraction....
.... the pull which keeps me aground
I'm curious about you....
About those few seconds...
About the distinctions in..
Fall in Gravity and Pull of it 

Every time

I don't know how you manage to be so adorable.
So adorable that I fall in love all over again 

every time you make me laugh, 

every time you stand besides me like a rock protecting me from falling down, 

every time you wipe that tear off my eye, 

every time you believe that I can conquer anything in the world, 

every time you say that I'm beautiful, 

and all those countless times 

when you listen to me whine 

and say that every thing is going to be all right.

But there are days when I don't want to talk to you 

or listen to you 

because you make me mad. 

And in all those times 

you manage to pull us out 

stronger than every other time.

Restlessly perfect

There we were, a ton of acquaintances, him and me. They were all about to say goodbye to me, to wish that I fare well. Everything seemed pompous, I sat there listening to their stories about me, flattering but somewhat discomforting as well. I was never a very warm person, but yeah I did help people. 

In that moment of restlessness, he got up and through a call gimmick shifted his chairs. I had a crush on him, for a while, but it was never serious and there was nothing between us. 

In those plethora of people, he took my reluctant hand and just placed it between his. I never thought holding hands would leave me breathless. Our eyes met for a fraction of second, as if he was saying it is ok. 

It suddenly made me realise after all I wasn't that aloof, I was going to miss all of these people. The share of memories with them would never fade away. This warm touch would be his memory, my memory and a beautiful snapshot of a beautiful year. 

In that moment of restlessness we found our perfection.

A work of fiction

I and She

She used to come late
I tried hard to be awake
I tried harder
I slept sooner
I woke up
She used to sleep
I wanted to talk
I wanted to hug
I went off
I came back
She came early today
I pretended to sleep
She wanted to talk
But I still slept
She wanted to hug
I continued sleeping
She went off
She used to come late
I used to sleep
She is far now
I can't try hard to be awake
I tried to sleep
and never I got.

Inspired by a scene of 'Saving Private Ryan'

To mom with love

Everything seems all right in her lap,
Every tension fades away with her touch,
Every tear turns into smile with her words,
Every thing she does for us takes me near to God ......
I don't know what to say ...
I am ashamed that I hurt her sometimes,
I am a fool that makes her cry,
I am sorry mom ....
but you are my god ...
I wont hurt you I will try ...

A mountain of Assurance

I climbed a mountain
the mountain had hard rocks, deep troughs
A trough was waiting for me to fall
I struggled a lot
But in midst there came a storm which held me back
I stood there silent and still
I cried and the mountain too
When I decided to go back
a hand came and asked me to push myself
I gave my hand in his hand
He held my hand tight and together we climbed
We fell but that hand lock wasn't broken
We got on the top and the view was very beautiful
And that hand was still there to hold me
To prevent me from falling
It gave me an assurance not to worry
I slept in his arms and thanked God for that lovely view and him in my life

I had a dream

I had a dream yesterday
of walking on the clouds like a fairy
of spreading my hands and flying like a bird
I had a dream yesterday
of walking in rain 100 miles all alone
of weeping in that rain
I had a dream yesterday
of going to the roof
of shouting how much i love him
I had a dream yesterday
of dancing with him
of sleeping on his shoulders
I had a dream yesterday
of being locked up somewhere
of being lonely for years
I had a dream yesterday
of losing my family
of crying in my mom's lap
I had a dream yesterday
of Today
of enjoying every moment of life
of praying to him to thank for everything
of having a dream today of tomorrow
I will have a dream today
of forgetting my yesterday

This poem was developed into a song by my dear friend Avinash and was sung by a talented team of vocalists and musicians at National Youth Festival, 2008 (Ranchi). It bagged us first prize in the competition.