Sleep

Bereft from the identity accorded to myself,
I slowly dissolve in the middle of the night,
As waves of malign sincerity infest me,
I keep my eyes shut,
And clench my wrists over the sheets drenched with my sweat,
Rarely and remotely my body derives a mind of its own,
For it behaves in manners strange to me,
I see clouds in my room,
And valleys over my head,
I slowly dissolve into an oblivion,
As something vicious pulls me down,
That doesn’t come to me in the day,
But as the day sets and moon knocks on my door,
It becomes a part of me,
Something necessary, like the saint who needs his daily whiskey,
I close my eyes and shut them with my bare hands,
Maybe sleep will make it better…………….?

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ज़मीर

कहीं से तो छू लेना मुझे,
शायद पत्थर ही हो चुका है,
तेरे दिल सा,
ये ज़मीर मेरा….

You

This irradiance that pierces me,
Through the miles of unknown silence,
If not you then none can see,
The loneliness that stays in me…….

Shayad…

मैं देखता हूँ कुछ उलझे से सपने,
हथेली मैं जो लेके चलते हैं,
वो कुछ खुरदुरे से टुकड़े गहरे,
जहां मैं हूँ , जहां तुम हो, जहां सब हैं,
शायद मंज़िल की तलाश है,
या ढूँढते है ज़रा साफ़ सा आसमान,
शायद कहीं जाना नहीं,
उड़ना ही है शायद……..

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……..

Sheher

Coin

I sip slowly,
For my mind is a catharsis of the fast,
Purging with the intense music,
It sometimes hear,
Up in flames,
Or the mask of entitlement,
It bears fruits drugged with immaculate perfection,
That bereft my senses of their glory,
Same as the wind that sometimes settle,
After a storm,
Aren’t destruction and construction the same sides of a coin………..??

Shoes

It’s the days when the air is too thick to breathe,
And the water denser than the dead sea,
I realise how far I have come,
My shoes don’t fit me anymore……

Sober…

The slow music that pierces my ears,
A soft serenade, the symphony of the night,
Bodies clinging to one another,
No fear, one night is all they have,
And I am here,
Sipping the oldest whisky this bar has,
Still sober…..

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…..

Focii

The Sun kisses her on days,
Clouds veil the reality,
And bring serenity to the distant village,
She lights up and the rays rejoice,
The golden strands of her hair,
Like tails of comets,
Celestial, Mystic,
The focii of my being……

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.

😇

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…..

माँगने की आदत….

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.