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…..
Category: Him and Her
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….

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

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
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……….