Warm night

It slowly creeps towards my head,
The thought of you eating away my pains,
While fighting the ones you deal with,
As the nights go and days knock my door,
I crave for your body,
The very skin I am comfortable with,
Not even my own,
And the soul that primes my senses,
For they indulge in ecstasies unknown,
Mystical, once in a century,
The touch of a similar kind,
Like the rain on a warm night…..

Petite…

Days like these,
When the winds fumble around the trees,
And brings back the messages lost to the seas,
I see you smiling at me,
From distances beyond the curvature of earth,
I kiss the air these days,
Little, warm, moist pieces of my pulsating heart,
And send them wrapped towards you,
The rays carry them to the dark of moon,
The penumbra under your skin,
I kiss the wind,
I kiss your lips,
The petite universe of my being…..

Bed…

It slowly takes over me,
The melodious cacophony of the night,
Dorned with scents velvety,
It pierces my heart,
Into many pieces,
The few I bleed everyday when I wake up,
Onto the side of the bed,
You are not here,
I plunge myself into oblivion,
The brothels sometimes hear my stories,
For my mind knows those bodies aren’t you,
This wretched vessel still needs a beating heart,
A touch not even remotely close to as yours,
My eyes deceive me often,
And I see myself falling into abyss,
Every time a figure resembling you,
Touches me, comes even close,
For a sweet serenade the night sings,
I hold onto strangers,
They kill me softly,
And I close my eyes,
As breath becomes my only enemy,
The other side of my bed,
The only side of my bed……..

Woman enjoying foggy mountain morning from the hotel of Sa Pa, Vietnam

My Book..

With great pleasure I announce the launch of my first book on Amazon. It is now available for purchase.

Would really mean a lot to me if you could grab a copy, give out a word and be kind enough to leave a review or even a feedback for me to improve and give me an opportunity to omit any errors in the future.

Link For The Book- Symphonies of a Curious Mind

For the readers outside India please drop me an email at Kumar.harshcg@gmail.com and I will get back to you with an update very soon.

Thank you all for showing your support.

Your guidance and support is always necessary.

Thank you so much.

😇

To Sunsets and Beyond…

The seed that germinates in the soil so warm,
The ancient carriers of messages in dust,
Hugs it tight and brings it dreams,
Of fields green and the skies golden,
The seed slowly pops out the ground,
A baby before and a tree now,
And accumulates within the enigmas of the world,
The beating heart and the formless soul,
That travels the annals of time,
And the waves blue,
It survives and brings shade to the little on the ground,
A thousand years and countless memories later,
The seed it completes its life here,
For one last time it sees the Sun going down the Horizon,
The wind that will hit it not again,
The birds that will nest on branches other,
It closes its eyes and tries to sleep,
As slowly it dissolves into the ground,
The dust, the Earth, The Universe its very own……

With tears in our eyes and trembling hands, we bid goodbye to Joy on this 16th. It was painful to see him go and it won’t be easy. Seeing him everyday was a habit and now that we cannot see him anymore, pains us beyond repair. Some would think how can an animal who cannot talk or express their emotions can become someone so special, maybe I cannot explain that to you. It is a privilege to have witnessed a life grow in-front you and become something so special. Dogs(for me) will always be more than many people roaming this earth because they love you without asking for anything. They don’t need any branded clothes or any clothes for that matter. They will eat the simplest of foods and still come to you wagging their tails. It’s something that words can never do justice to. Pets complete our lives in ways that many couldn’t. 

We tried our best to help Joy recover from whatever ailed him but to no avail. It was like his life was serious to us only. But none of that matters now as he finally has found peace and we hope that he rests in peace. 

He was born of dust and now maybe the soil will bring him dreams of fields that have no fences or borders or people that want to chase him away. He can live his dreams that we saw him dream as he ran in his sleep and moved his legs. 

I thank you all who had shown empathy towards Joy and I thought it was deserving of you to know what happened with him. 

Joy shall always remain the perfect family member. 

दो पंख

मुझ में कुछ तेरा भी था,
तुझमें मैं सारा सा,
ना जाने कहाँ से आया था तू,
ना जाने कहाँ गया तू,
अब उम्र जो रह गयी है मेरी,
बस सोचूँगा हर रोज़ ये,
अगली मुलाक़ात शायद होगी जब,
फ़िर से खिल उठेंगे हम दोनो,
सूरज नहीं ढलेगा कभी,
और उड़ने को होंगे हमारे दो पंख…..

Ishq

The almighty rarely crosses my mind,
For I believe in empathy that balances the earth,
My being is the carrier of dreams dissolved,
In enigmas of the world,
Love me till the day My mind conspires,
And makes me feel,
The Sun has come up due to some divine will,
Leave a little love for me to spend,
The rest of my days in peace,
I grovel and break into pieces,
Let me not bury this deep…..

Symphonies of a curious mind

With excitement that knows no bounds, I present to you my first book.
The beautiful cover has been designed by my younger brother @kumar.shrey95 who has adorned this hard work of mine with his art.
This book is the result of endless sleepless nights and my thoughts that have come to me over the years.
Symphonies of a Curious Mind will be my first book and I need all of your support and blessings for the same.
Coming this 2020.
Thank you.

Memory…..

I collect ages in my eyes,
The slow songs Autumn plays,
Whenever this wretched heart of mine,
Weeps for you,
I surreptitiously etch the days of my glory on the veins my father cast in gold,
On himself, the house, the kisses he gave me each night,
For him I am his biggest reward,
He tells me each day,
This mind becomes a grinder of sorts,
Memories that bring me smiles,
Of places, the faces lost and that stayed,
Behemoth it becomes and takes over my body,
Sometimes when I lay in the sand,
The cold water of the ocean washes my feet,
Heals the wounds that kilometres brought me,
The messages that never reached me, 
The things I could never say,
Nature sings a lullaby to me,
I am her son lost to the routine,
I seldom close my eyes,
For I want to become redundant,
Impractical, impatient, ignorant,
As I become weak,
For someone to carry me,
But I beam of sunlights when darkness dissolves my being,
My mother she brought me food that she couldn’t eat,
Bruised and still working till her breath,
I collect everything in my eyes,
My memory rarely eludes me,
The firsts, the birthdays and the lasts,
It’s satanic and angelic,
The two sides of a coin,
And as I creep towards the things still not in shape,
I talk and pull myself together,
My memory becomes my biggest weapon,
And the partner that helps me craft poetries sublime,
Makes me smile again,
Live that moment once again,
And I etch it on paper,
The ink it bleeds for me,
The hues of skies,
That day,
And I become one with myself,
The memories rarely eludes me……

Demons…

I don’t need words,
For words sometimes betray the meaning,
My inhibitions carry in their belly,
Mixed with scenes of confusion,
They belch out my insecurities among people,
That pretend to know me,
And mock the serenity that seldom touches my chest,
I would for a moment want the coherence of my mind with my body,
My fingers shake as they kiss the paper,
Drenched in sweat of my vulnerabilities,
The slow poison that visits me at night,
Sometimes even in the light of day,
And I put on a mask,
A suit perfect,
Bvlgari in my neck and wrists,
I face my demons,
For they are my very own…..

जाम….

मत पूछो ये हाल मेरा,
है थामा ऐसा जाम मैंने,
की सच बोल गया तो,
उतर जाएँगे ये चेहरे सुनहरे,
आज चुप हूँ तो शायद देख रहे हो तुम भी,
कल जो बोल पड़ा इस मेहफ़िल में तुम्हारी,
फिर कहाँ छुपाओगे वो दाग गहरे…..

Do not ask for how I am,
My glass holds a wine dear,
This mouth if calls a name true,
Shine will shy away from faces white,
You look at me for I am mum,
My lips if will spill the secrets in your gala spectacular,
Scars will follow till the memories testify….