Carnations

A flower slowly that hugs the air,
Opening up its petal for the outside world,
A melody that catches ears adrift,
And makes them wonder the soil it stands in,
Clenching the little pebbles like the hands of a newborn,
Its almost miraculous that nothingness creates something spectacular,
Out of things extraordinary,
That mingle around the dust settled,
A similar kind of love,
A man brings for his woman,
Sweet, discrete, wrapped in layers of lavender,
That slowly unravel and fills the air with fragrances eternal,
He holds her hands with the utmost sincerity,
Gentle and firm like the tendrils of Fuchsia,
How hard a man can love,
They are quick to ask,
Just like the oysters buried in the sand,
They bear pearls spectacular,
It kills them to love her,
They rejoice as she comes out pristine,
For the world to see,
Admire and fall in love,
He lies on the ground motionless,
For his love is complete,
For the world to see,
A man loves discretely,
Just like the air that hugs a flower slowly,
Its fragrance that travels around the globe,
Like carnations in the sea……..

Amateur

He slowly kissed her lips,
As she dissolved in his arms,
For time slows down in moments like these,
An eternity lasts a lifetime,
And silences become music of the universe,
It was their first,
The first time their lips met,
Etching the moment in their memories forever,
Their First kiss,
Amateur and sweet…..

My first love…..

My mother lives in a dream,
Everyday she wakes up,
She watches me run for her ankles,
For they bleed of her smiles,
That she lost while bringing food for me,
Only to create castles in stone,
The foundation of which her desires,
I will always be her prince,
The one true worthy of her love magnanimous,
But I sometime wake up,
From slumbers of years,
The inertia that pulls me down,
And growls at me when I wear my shoes,
I work with all the force thats left in me,
For I want her smile never to fade,
And widen with each passing day,
She will be the first love,
Always be and till the eternities,
Till I can remember,
And do the stars,
The castle she etched in stone,
And the dreams she cast in thrones…..

My eyes shall always see,
The hero of my dreams,
The one that carried me in his arms,
And took me to places high,
I rode his shoulders,
And sometimes his heels,
I was his princess and will always be,
He brought me daisies, tea pots and ponies of wood,
The little escapades away from the school,
And cried when my heart broke alongwith the doll,
He carried me and my dreams,
On his shoulders wider than the world,
He will be my love the first,
The one who could never break my heart…..

For a boy his mother is and will always be his first love. The one who understood him even before he could say anything. She cared for him when he wasn’t easy and when he might have taken her for granted. No one can replace that position. A mother will never ask anything in return. Just a smile and her day is made.

For a girl, her father is and will always be her first love, her hero, her prince charming. She will always measure the amount of love that she gets from the world by how her father portrayed for her. No one can love a girl more than her father because he never expected anything from her.

From my experience, if both the partners can understand this simple fact, life would be so much easier for them. A girl can never take the place of her partner’s mother and a boy can never love a girl the way her father did. They can only try to replicate what they get from each other and if one is lucky, maybe she gets a man raised by a queen and he gets a girl honed by a lion. Just respecting, taking each other’s parents as their own will do the trick. Together they write the perfect love story, imperfect though perfect. Loyalty comes from both ways and it stays if we work for it, put in effort, sometimes easy as saying that I love you and sometimes difficult when the real, true face without any masks, any mascara, uncensored, real comes knocking you out. But we stay, for our mothers and fathers taught us, good things come when you work for them. Rome wasn’t built in a day….

Me with my mother..

Memory….

Drifting aimlessly through furrows of my past,
If someday I get lost,
Call my name with all the love you got,
For anything less wouldn’t reach my heart,
Breathe the winds slowly and moist,
The warmth will drive the frost away,
And sing me lullabies as I become deaf,
Melodies mixed with a tumbler of blood,
The dry veins and the sunken lungs,
I will if not today reach you someday,
Feet burning, stubble in a disarray,
The rivers, they carry my body,
Tries to sink but stays afloat,
I will if not today see you someday,
Meet you over plantations of coffee,
To bury the scents of my crimes,
Take my hand, do not refuse,
And guide me to the lights supreme,
For I am lost or will be soon,
Is it today or tomorrow or a year ago,
I will find you someday,
Lest my memory doesn’t betray…..

Dam

For centuries the dam had held in the water,
Standing tall, Majestic, Strong,
The storm came with pebbles small,
And struck the dam in ways unimaginable,
Water now above its flood point,
As she struck him with a smirk obscure,
Sluice gates to his heart opened,
Villages destroyed on the way down,
Cracked at places the dam went weak,
For small lavenders grew in its crevices,
The storm, she filled his reservoirs,
With waters of seven heavens,
His senses, mind, consciousness,
All went numb,
As he tried to close the gates to the dam,
He forgot he had any control…..

Language

She anxiously searched the drawers,
As angst took over her beautiful face,
Tell me how does it look,
He asked as he stood up,
Don’t worry I’ll find it soon,
She said without battering an eye,
He silently crept towards her,
As she tried to ignore him,
Grandma’s button, she meeked,
He had in a way calmed her little eccentricities,
The storm water had slowly started to recede,
As brightness came back to the city,
Let me look for it in the attic,
He said, adjusting his spectacles,
You don’t have to, you must be tired,
He smiled as he slowly walked towards the attic,
What’s important to you is important to me,
He had silently acknowledged,
The ocean sometimes needs to meet the shore,
To realise how calmness feels,
The slow murmurs of the wind,
Gently kissing its cheeks,
Soothing it to a slumber sweet,
And sings to it of melodies ancient,
The ocean slowly closes its eyes,
He came back with the box that had held all her memories,
She saw it and came immediately running,
The box had her Grandma’s Button,
And the one that held her had her heart,
The mind and body came much later,
As they had already dissolved into one being,
An organism of romantic times,
She wanted to cry as moments like these were overwhelming for her,
She looked him in his eyes,
As her oceans touched the shores,
And rain had started to pour,
Her heart was pounding,
Like the way they had first met,
And sat silently under the Banyan Tree,
Reading books of their own,
He smiled at her and went back to the bed,
What happens when two souls learn the language of the universe,
Words lose all their meanings,
And voices become so mute,
Come back to bed when you want to,
He lied down on the bed,
Took out his book,
Smiled back at her,
And had started reading…….

Tides….

The Moon had asked the Earth one day,
What do you see in me?
I am full of craters deep,
I cannot support life,
My heart is cold and dead,
The Earth smiled,
Pulled it closer and said,
The life on me will be enough for both of us,
I’ll warm you in nights cold,
My heart will beat faster for you,
A promise from you is all I ask,
The Moon was stunned,
For long she had been all alone,
My days will be yours,
Your nights mine,
The Earth had said,
You rise my tides,
And I bury your dead……

Him and Her….

As his hands mapped the curves on her body,
Untouched, unkissed, unexplored by any being before,
She skirmished with her sensuousness,
The righteousness that had prevailed with her,
Just before this moment,
He slowly tried to moisten her fields,
Rain had barely touched her,
Barren, unkept, unused,
Water eroded her,
Brought floods, upheaval, destroyed her everytime,
She had closed her eyes,
Never before something had touched her,
Without an intention to unravel her,
Only to leave her in pieces thousands and more,
But his touch seemed different,
Or maybe the moment felt a little translucent,
She wanted to be touched,
Not because she needed it,
For long she had lived in a dilemma,
Her needs had been since buried six feet deep,
Her heart wanted it,
So did her mind,
The body allowed him to continue tethering her to himself,
The distance crept between them,
Until an atoms thickness,
Till the union of time and space,
Him too had started to lose his consciousness,
She was too powerful for him,
But he knew he could drive his sails through her storms,
Her needs had started to become his,
Her storms his,
In a way the Sun meets the Earth,
The Horizon turns red,
The stars twinkle,
And the Moon witness of them,
A fusion of two celestials,
An affair of the ages,
A story to be told a million times,
And maybe more,
Her and him,
Him and her,
The story of the day,
Her geography became his art,
Her body his biggest canvas…….

Galaxies Undefined….

She wished for the stars,
Each night as she slept,
He would bring her flowers each day,
And messages enclosed in small doves,
She wished for the stars,
And dreamt during the day,
He was just ordinary,
Ran on her call,
Focused on her sight,
But he was a star,
Ordinary couldn’t find,
And Of galaxies not defined……

Hopeless Romantics

The night was young,

So were they,

Out of the few mundane, lonely nights,

They decided to venture out,

In the wild,

Where they had heard that,

The predators roam in hides of beauty,

Hush Now, Watch your steps,

They had told themselves,

Every time someone tried to come closer,

What may become of me,

They would say to themselves,

What if a monster lurks in the dark of the night,

They crawled into the blaring lights,

Only to shy away from all the glory,

A quick glance across the gala,

They saw each other,

A coincidence in million years,

Some would say,

A war was waged between the heart and the mind,

Something had changed,

They began to close the distance between them,

A quick handshake at first,

Glasses clinged the next,

Escape into the wild seemed a better choice,

And they took off to the places,

Where silence met the sound,

The stars danced in passion,

The Moon smiled at the Earth,

They talked and listened,

And laughed and cried,

A soul recognises another by the sensation,

Celestial and Ethereal,

The stars sometimes nod in approval,

The Moon hears their laughs and cries,

And a love story is born,

It isn’t that complex,

Not even complicated as such,

What is meant to be will find a way,

We hopeless romantics tell to ourselves…….

Paths

As tears fell from his eyes,
Words trembled in his mouth,
Why this has to happen,
This is what that has always been true,
She had remarked,
Our paths were meant to cross,
Only to be apart again,
But will they meet again,
He tried to compose himself,
I don’t know,
And she left on the last train,
Leaving him behind,
The rain had washed all their escapades……

ख़ामोशी….

कुछ ख़ामोश में था,

कुछ बेरुख़ी शायद उन्हें थी,

बारिशें हो तो रही थीं,

पर कुछ नमी कम थी,

कुछ ख़ामोश में था,

कुछ बेरुख़ी शायद उन्हें थी…..

Fall

Cant help falling for you,

And as I begin to gasp,

Of air, of life, of something else,

A look of you shows me wonders,

You will be the end of me,

And I maybe a new beginning…….

Morning

The Earth had slowly moved,

Days somewhere,

Nights elsewhere,

Commotion someplace,

Serenity everywhere else,

Sunlight slowly grazed upon the motionless earth,

Moonlight over the back,

The golden light had fell over her heavenly eyes,

Just like a spotlight over a dark stage,

She glowed like the brightest star,

The ones that could shine through galaxies and time and space,

She opened her eyes,

Good Morning I had said,

A smile had just adorned her face,

Like the ones they write about in novels great,

The ones that are satisfying in their very own ways,

Those that give you the reason to believe that you have everything in the world,

And why wouldn’t it,

She is the star my universe had ever needed,

My end and my beginning……

Dear Miss yet to come…..

The Perfect Dish

How do you know this the perfect relationship?

The young asked the elder while they prepared the dinner.

This needs some more pepper,

The elder said as she tasted the soup,

Will you be a doll and pass me some? She had politely asked her,

You see dear,

Relationships are like cooking,

There  might be days you create something awful,

Or days when you feel like there’s nothing in the world quite like this,

Sometimes you might feel something is missing in your preparation,

Or you may feel that you overdid it,

But you see dear,

Every dish you make,

Every new recipe you try,

There would come a day,

You’ll find the best balance between all the ingredients in your dish,

Maybe it is too spicy for someone else’s liking,

Or too blant for some other,

But remember it is perfect for you,

The one that races your heart on fire,

The best drug of all time,

And calms the storms inside you,

Brings you home,

Makes you smile at the smallest of all things,

All at once,

Remember dear whenever this happens,

Its perfect for you,

But as all masterpieces take time and trust and respect and energy to build,

A dish requires the same,

We all are artists in some way or the other,

She smiled as she poured the soup in bowls,

Take this one to your grandfather,

She said,

He likes it hot,

She had smirked…..

पैमाना

कुछ इस क़दर गये थे तुम,

आज भी उन सिलवटों को काग़ज़ पर उतारने कि कोशिश कर रहा हूँ,

ना जाने कैसा ख़ुमार था कशिश में तुम्हारी,

मैं आज भी अपना पैमाना ढूंढ रहा हूँ…….

She fell from the stars….

She fell from the stars,

Right into his life,

Who says miracles dont happen,

An angel loved a man,

For what he was,

And he loved her,

The imperfectly perfect she,

Do forms matter,

Do souls seek each other by physical,

Or is the energy that attracts,

He had always asked,

That day he got answers,

She fell from the stars,

And stayed forever…..

Forever and after…..

As the wind lifted their fragile bodies,
And pushed them far into the rainbow,
Two stars had just born,
Physical and the metaphysical,
Forever and after……….

Yesterday I Saw Her…….

Yesterday I saw her, 

Drenched in the morning drizzle, 

Yesterday I saw her, 

She was thinking, 

Not looking,

Just walking, 

Yesterday I saw her, 

As the tarmac stick to her shoes, 

The shirt that was a bit loose, 

Yesterday I saw her, 

And she walked as the skies turned greyer, 

The clouds growled louder and laid their chest open bare, 

Yesterday I saw her, 

She needed no one, 

Or maybe it was the with her, 

She sailed through the freefall, 

Of the thousand microneers, 

Yesterday I saw her, 

And saw her near, 

The winds had guided our little vessel, 

Onto the lands of the sun, 

The moon and beyond, 

Yesterday I saw her, 

As she walked away, 

Slowly diminishing in the growling rain, 

I sailed a boat in her direction, 

Hoped that it might reach her, 

Boats of paper seldom reach, 

The oceans wide and blue, 

But who could take that from me, 

Yesterday I saw her…….