A regular man

I am a regular man,
Who feels the wind on his face,
The cold soft breeze,
Hot and thorny sometimes,
For I see through small viscera,
The fabric of time,
The minuscule, timid that intimidates me sometimes,
As I lay down to relax,
On my bed, my abode,
But I am a regular man,
That sleeps sometimes through the terrible storms,
And sometimes pick up a hammer to nail the wriggling seasoned doors on my facia,
Nothing much to hide,
Not much to show,
A plaid, straight old rhythm,
Somewhat like the Beethoven’s Für Elise,
Regular, easy….

Happiness

I smile through the days and nights,
When the Sun rises slowly through the dark,
And Winds bellow loudly amongst the trees,
The fruits fall over the heads of passengers,
The water that touches feet of the unknown,

I smile through seasons and rains,
The summer makes me dance and shine,
The songs the little caprices play,
Over mountains laden with snow,
And the skies that paint with clouds,

I smile through mysteries and the uncontrollable,
For man rarely has control over them,
The twinkling of stars,
Life on a distant Moon,
Somewhere its day and the other nights,

I smile for smile is what I have,
The little creeks on my cheeks,
The wrinkles of the ages when the Sun wasn’t up,
And I slept for days weren’t kind,
The nights smelt of disappointment,
And I was never hungry,
For I know now what it means to be happy,
A bag full of sunshine and a grain of night,
A drop in the ocean and a flight amongst the planets,
It is everything and nothing at all,
A perfect oxymoron,
Isn’t happiness just a state of mind……………..

Boots

I see through right your cold heart,
That seeps when love tries to fill it,
With emotions soft and fluff,
And I wash my feet with solace of the night,
As I wear my boots…..

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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Balloon…

I see dreams wrapped in satin wraps,
Those speak of places filled with gold,
The roads where are always straight,
And speak of plenty and plenty more,
Once a while I too see,
Little packets wrapped shabbily,
Sometimes an old newspaper,
Or a filthy old bag,
They speak of insecurities and helplessness,
That birth fighters among those that have cracked heels,
Might be them that still maintain the balance,
For dreams aren’t saved for those wooden floors,
A balloon might pop once a while……

Ballad…..

I bleed of the color pink,
The rose withered and mixed with dirt,
Of sometimes that brew a sharp cacophony,
That meddles with my mind,
My body already numb,
My eyes often plays games,
My fingertips as they lose their prints,
Sensations of crisp mahogany,
The freshly cut lavender,
That blooms over the crescent of the moon,
I sometimes hear your name,
And see a mirage over the oasis you left for me,
Water made of gold,
I am always thirsty,
As I bleed of the color pink,
My clothes drenched with my nerves,
I slowly bury myself,
With sand over my nostrils,
And ask my eyes to take some rest,
I dream of you,
And your dancing ballad……

Cold Brew

My words brew a cold stillness,
In the mornings when I am sore,
As insomnia scares away my sleep,
And insecurities cripple my legs,
I drip onto parchments made of skin,
My blood, my sweat and the ink in the color of my eyes,
I find you in my kingdoms of prosperity,
As reality burns me down…….

Peace

The wind that carries in it,
The cold of the distant glacier,
That melts everytime it hears your name,
A ballad of sweet symphony,
And the Oh so petite heart of mine,
Why do you beat so more,
The wind that carries in it,
Your perfume made of gold,
It breaks the chains ancient,
Rusted and crippled with dust,
The wind brings me peace,
Just like that kiss of yours……

Sweet

I splurge myself into pools filled with roses of all colors,
For they bear a fragrant stillness,
That incoherently drives me to sleep,
Something auspicious,
Divinely,
When they call my name,
And I close my eyes,
A melody sweet……

Curves

The rain slowly falls down your curves,
Those able enough to turn the sanest insane,
I hold on to my nerves,
As I fall out of breath,
Maybe you are the cure,
Maybe my end,
I might not know it now….

Heart

I dream of things,
Not tangible sometimes,
The wind so cold,
And the sun so warm,
That slowly rivets to my lungs,
That berefts me of senses sometimes,
My world constricts itself easily,
I dream of little,
The things that my heart can see…..

Melamine….

I fall down the stairs of melamine,
Slippery on the way down,
That broached of a feline capacity,
Something sticky, made if to fail,
It calls me by name sometimes,
And grabs my hands the other,
The fake, forged feeling of warmth,
I seek in the living that sometimes touch me,
My eyes close seldom,
For they wish that this was over,
A peace they want,
Not something described in words,
A feeling of dancing lilies on the forehead,
The slow breaths of your love,
What more can one desire,
The fall usually never leaves much to imagination……

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……..

Places…

I dream of places laced with ice,
That preserved the summer jiffy under her robes,
And bears snowflakes that speak of seasons,
Drenched with the morning glow,
Where the wind slowly clears up the grass,
The tiny lives it protects,
And waters them with a thought nascent,
Burned with an incense golden,
The sky has hues of the skin,
And bleeds whenever the land does,
Gallops of horses merry the ears,
The lions guide them home,
I cherish the little things in life,
That come to me as I sleep,
The warmth of my bed and the color of my walls,
Slowly caressing my head,
I dream and dream for dreams are dear to me,
They speak to me in languages new,
And bring me news of the seas,
I close my eyes and lay down for a while,
As thunder knocks my door,
I wear a mask this time, 
For it doesn’t know who I am,
It says hello and chats for a while,
And passes away to the next known,
I close my doors as I wash my hands,
Maybe a new handshake they say,
I dream and dream of places the old,
My friends and all those hay………

Best friend

I wish I could hear you speak,
A sweet slow symphony,
Music to ears, the orchards that bloom,
Fruits incessant over the ledges of rainbow,
Brewed eloquently, just like a perfect rhythm,
But I carry you in my heart,
That sometimes remind me of you,
As I caress the winds and lay down my palm,
Thinking of you,
My old best friend……

Distant Star….

I dissolve into the night,
Surreptitiously, just like the mist with the fog,
Pieces of caprice, bits of a malady turbulent,
My nails grow slowly and curl around it,
I wish sometimes that this stays,
Embedded in my memory factual,
For it brings me relief,
The coldness of a distant star………..

One Step at a time….

I shiver with the cold incense,
Sometimes that light up my petite insecurities,
Brewed slowly inside of me,
In places secluded from the obvious world,
And tether me onto a thread minuscule,
Almost invisible,
It becomes a daily conundrum,
The blanket doesn’t warm me anymore,
And the fan spews spitfire,
I drift steadily,
Sometimes away and the other to,
The goal I had seen in times ancient,
My timelines still blurred,
Although I move, capture and achieve,
One step at a time……

The little ant…

This little ant was the inspiration for the above poem. I captured this one as I was sitting in my garden, trying to admire the little things in life…..

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………..??