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.

Haunted Hippocampus

I opened a memory lane wishing for some fond nostalgia
but demons of treachery and betrayal were reincarnated
Hippocampus, you are the reason for my insomnia
Your monstrous oceans leave me frustrated
For I am battling alone
To atone the haunted memory stones 

True Companion

Me and loneliness,
We are friends a companion true
No pretense Feeling down Or depressed
She's always there My loneliness
Back from work Tired and worn
She sits by me And adorns my home
Eating dinner, A book by my side
She indulges me With a smile
Snuggled up at night I turn out the lights
She lays down beside
To empathize
Exhilarated or unhappy Fretful, anxious or snappy
Forever present, always at hand
No matter how preoccupied I am
What would I do
How would I cope
Constantly by my side
Me and my loneliness

लाल

लाल सी लालिमा किसी और रंग में है कहाँ?

सुर्ख सा मदिरा में खुशी छलकाता हुआ

भोर में सूरज को जीवन देता

ये लाल रंग, वो लाल रंग

सुहागन का स्वप्न अपनी गोद मे समेटता हुआ

दुर्गा के दुर्ग की चारदीवारी को रंगता

ये लाल रंग, वो लाल रंग

अचल सा शव में खौफ़ दिखलता हुआ

क्या सौभाग्य की निशानी, या है जंजीरों का रंग

ये लाल रंग, वो लाल रंग |

तब और अब

धरती से जोड़ती थी,
आलती-पालती और खाने की थाली
आष्टा-चंगा-पे और लंगड़ी-पुआ
नानी का घर और छत का बिस्तर |
अब बस ज़मीन के कुछ ऊपर है,

कुर्सियों से लटकते पैर और Frozen food
SAP और Solitare
Sleepwell का गद्दा और निद्राहीन रातें |

Deception

We live in a deception
Faces we see ain't any true than light of moon
Everyone pretends to be someone
Some try being good, others bad
Look at me I am pretending to be a poet
Even when my poem doesn't rhymes
Never can one peel this mask off
I laugh at me and others
Who see them as they are
But none is able to look inside and face the truth
Bcoz truth is ugly and scary
So lets get back to our false lives, fake smiles and alias personalties

Dark Night

I have become lost
All i did is turning wrong
Every time i make it right, it comes back at me
its hard to see the time slip so fast
And I try to clean up this mess
it tries to run away from me
Please make it stop
Give me a rainbow in this dark night
To paint the sky in colours i like
Make a beautiful sunrise out of this dark night.

New bLaH bLaH

A web of strings
A controller of web
A desire of controller
An execution of desires
A flock of expectations of execution
A mould of expectations
A wish out of the mould
And hence you get what others want
A captivated soul of their dreams
After protracted years of scolding and punishment
Your ideal Jeanie

LaZy

I am lazy
Sleeping on couch so cozy
Don't touch my comp's wireline
Coz its pumping blood and keeping the lifeline
Oh kiddo that's not a ball
Its my belly which you are kicking in the wall
I watch and I eat Sometime work like a comp geek
But this is nice and cozy
Because I am so lazy

Why?

It started with the movie Schindler's List. Thought it is on IMDB top 250, rated 8.8, must be good. The movie was great, but it blew my mind. Picturisation of Holocaust was so dreadful it caught me on my nerves. And Oskar Schindler despite of his alcoholism and womanizer, became a saint in my eyes. How he risk all his life and hard work for saving 1200 jews touched my heart like anything. The film made me cry, made me think how perfect my living is. In nutshell, I was totally moved by it. As the Talmudic saying "Whoever saves one life saves the world entire.", I pondered upon the fact that war has never left humanity. After experiencing two world wars, it is not enough for us to learn that this is it. We still create examples of Afghanistan, Iraq, Israel-Palestine. I wont say further, you ponder on the situation.

Why these boundaries

Why these religions

Why so much restrictions

I wonder Is it a crime to breathe?

Or is it to speak?

Or to eat?

Don't they have a right to live

So what they were war prisoners

Did they become rodents because of it

Does a human life has no importance

Or is it a game of shooting for fun

Cause I find no more humans

Long ago a saint came, rescued them

But now we are again on the same standstill

Where it is a crime to be human

I shall not be a jew, a muslim, a hindu for this

It is just a crime to be born

To expect hope

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'

आरक्षण की महिमा

गुर्जरों ने किया फिर से धमाल, जिससे हुआ सारा देश बेहाल
कर्नल ने बोला चलो यारों आग लगातें हैं
आरक्षण के इस मुद्दे पर जातीवाद फैलाते हैं
आओ साथ मिलकर बंधी का त्यौहार मनाएं
रेल की पटरी पर चलो मिल के आशियाना बनाएं
तालों का लटकना, रैली की बहार
बसों को आग लगाना, मार-पीट के समाचार
रेलों को रोकना, ना होना आम लोगों का विचार
मुबारक हो गुर्जर भाइयों आपको बंधी का त्यौहार
हैरान हुई दुनिया सारी, करोडों का नुक्सान हुआ
आरक्षण की इस महिमा से सारा देश निहाल हुआ
गुर्जरों की इस जिद के आगे "वसुंधरा" को झुकना पड़ा
जनरल में से 5 फिसिदी आरक्षण देना ही पड़ा
बड़े गुर्जर नेता तो अभी भी महलों में रहते हैं
अधिकतर गुर्जर अभी भी झोपडों में सोते हैं
आरक्षण से भला क्या होगा लाभ?
जब बालक आज भी पोथी-पाठी छोड़ गाय-भैसों को चराते हैं?
इस आरक्षण की पचडे में
कही उच्च शिक्षा वाला ना पिछड़ जाये
और गंवार इस देश का शासक ना बन जाये
क्या आरक्षण से ही होगा इस देश का उद्धार?
फिर भी "धन्य! धन्य!" आरक्षण तेरी महिमा अपरम्पार

लाडली

लाड़ों से पली कलिओं सी खिली
होती है ऐसी सबकी लाडली
माँ की दुलारी, मैय्या की प्यारी
पापा की आँख का तारा लाडली
चूडियों की खनक से सबको मुस्कान दे जाती है
पायल की झनक से आँगन महकाती है लाडली
आता है जब विदाई का समय
आंखों में आँसू लिए सबको खला जाती है लाडली
परायों को अपना कर हर रिश्ता निभाती है लाडली
इतनी कुर्बानियों के बाद भी
क्यों जला दी जाती है लाडली
इतनी मासूमियत के बाद भीक्यों छीन लिया जाता है उसका आँचल?
क्यों मार दी जाती है उसकी आत्मा?
क्या है कोई जवाब इसका की क्यों
अब भी वो दरिन्दे फिरते हैं सड़कों पर खली
और कहाँ खो जाती है हमारी वो लाडली

The Namesake

Naming myself, but I ask is that me?

I'm lost somewhere in this sunlight

somewhere in darkness of night

Somewhere in noise of world

somewhere in silence of ocean

Somewhere in wrath of a devil

somewhere in warmth of mother

Somewhere in materialism

somewhere in spritualism

Somewhere in you

somewhere in me

I'm gathering all parts

but don't get a name for me then

I think its better to be lost

so atleast I have a "name"

In parts I have different names

But together still looking for a name for namesake

After reading 'The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri' and watching the movie based on it.

She

Silent are her lips, silent is her soul
Grief, love, happiness, she locked them inside
She locked "her" in her.
She stands in crowd as a deaf and dumb
just pasting a "chee" on her face
Making everyone around happy
Missing her past, hating her love and grieving for happiness
In midst of a festival there she stands trying to cope up
I bet she is not alone, not even a bit
There world awaits for her to come
She is yet to smile and laugh aloud
There is a hope and sugar for her,
just she needs to look around.
I know I will see her again
Banging the doors
Dancing to tunes
laughing her heart
Dying to see "her" in "her"

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 ...