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……
Category: Him and Her
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…….
Kashti…..
Infinity…..
And as she fell on him,
he was bound to her,
Infinity seemed their only home……
Sound…..
If only sound could travel through nothingness,
We would have known,
The pain the Moon feels,
Distance would never reduce,
Between her and the Earth,
Maybe that’s why its craters,
Tell a story,
Perennial, endless, infinite,
Sound can be underrated sometimes……
Where are you?
Dear Miss yet to come,
How are you? It’s been a long time since I wrote to you. Seasons have changed, the birds have flown from their nests, the old dilapidated house at the corner, remember? That couldn’t stand longer. It fell down. Everything’s been fine with me lately and I hope with you too. But we are too humans and as humans and the perfect law of nature, we change.
I don’t know why there is this feeling inside me that’s not letting me do anything. Usually it doesn’t make its presence felt. But when it does, I find sadness in almost anything. And you know how I rarely get sad, a little too emotional yes but rarely sad. Even the guitar lying next to me doesn’t inspire me to play it and get over it, the writing pad too, just growls at me with this I don’t know, a face that just doesn’t seem friendly. I sometimes wonder what it would feel like to share with you all this in person when you are lying along me in the open sky and wondering why the stars fall, who holds the moon up in the sky, why does a doughnut have a hole, or maybe why our hearts beat so slow when we are together. Remember the day, when you were sad about something that you didn’t remember. It’s something like that. The funny thing about it is that, how much I try to avoid it, it just comes bouncing back. The only thing sometimes I need is a your touch and not just physical, the intimacy we shared, mind, space and later the body that really was just another tune that we together create. I don’t know what’s difficult. Waiting for you or this thought that there is somewhere you as well, maybe waiting for me. Or have you found someone too good……
I wish you have that palm for me so that I may fill it with sometimes my hand, the flowers that your body absorbs so spectacularly or maybe sometimes this universe, our universe, our little world….
Waiting for you….
With lots of love.
Kumar Harsh
I want to live…..
I don’t want to die.
Rather live with you.
Everyday, each moment,
When I get to live two lives,
The one that’s meant for you,
And the one for us,
I want to live with you,
As long as the day shines,
And the days after them….
The beach……
What happens when two broken souls come together?
She had asked him while they walked along the beach.
I don’t know. He said.
Maybe that’s why the sea touches its shores,
Only to bring back messages unread,
In bottles left to float,
Sometimes shells sealed with tears of the sea,
Nothing ever stays in its belly,
Nothing is ever broken,
They all fit someplace,
He had said.
