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…..

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……. 

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