Nothingness ...

In a high static state ...
She flies here and there ...
The clouds her carpet ...
The breeze her companion...
She moves in and out,...
Up and down ...
Testing her threshold each time ...
Flying fearlessly is all she knows ..
Now boosted in drugs ....
She flies higher ...
Limitless space beckoning ...
She propels her streamlined body ...
Countering the friction of Gravity...
Surface and Space ...
The heat ...
The Enthalpy Moment ....
Her passion and his blatant lies ...
Sleepless she watches his every move ...
What next is his ulterior motive ...
For once a cannibal ...
You remain so forever.

Nothingness comes out of Nothing ...
His passion for her shows ...
His denial to his own feelings ...
A turmoil in HIS Nothingness.

Pretty evident is his passion for her ...
Evident is his pain ...
Yet she craves him ...
The Only one whose heart she broke.

Her Nothingness melts in the dark of the night ...
She becomes one with him ...
Following every word that his pen writes ...
She of course is his ONLY Muse.

Their Nothingness is a tragic tale ...
Of the Twain that never met ...
Yet they love each other ...
Melting into each others Nothingness.

Cheers! To New Mistakes ...

Here is to The New Year ...
Here is to The New Mistakes we shall make ...
Kudos to days gone by ...
Springs, Summers. Autumns and Winters ...
All splinters  of memories.

Long forgotten friendships ...
Long gone by days of happiness ..
Long nights of Sweet nothings ...
Long wait for Euphoria.

Cheers! To the new Dawn ...
The dawn that shall see ...
Life in the fast lane ...
And creeping slowly...
A time worth the wait ...
Beckons the call of Future.

Life ... like a marble

Smooth and round ...
A perfect sphere ...
A sphere of life ...
Life is like a marble ...
Round and perfect and ...
So delicate ...
One hurt and a chip ...
Scars and mars it for life.
A perfect sphere ...
Life comes one full circle.
A great life ...
A screed being ..
Yet, happy and content ...
For all experiences made her grow ....
Grow into a beautiful bird ...
With a thorn in her heart ....
A bleeding yet ...
Perfectly sinless heart ...
Smiling lips and purity in thoughts ...
Waiting upon the one ...
That would never Return.
Yet she perks up ....
Every sound a tinkle ...
The Tinker bell Fairy ...
By her side ...
The Stories of Peter Pan ...
In her kitty ...
he dreams on ...
As a child that she did ...
A child still ...
She dreams on ...
Her Life ...
Transparent as a Marble ...
Scarred and beautiful as a marble...
The Ivory plain Marble ...
She ... walks on towards a new dawn.

I am happy in my Solitude ...

A few moments spent by myself ...
I spring forth ,.
With renewed mirth and laughter ...
A fresh lease of Life.
I am happy in my solitude.


Deep within conversations ...
Intrapersonal dialogues ...
An introspective mood ...
A restrospective attitude ...
That is what sets apart ...
The mood for the time being ...
I am happy in my solitude.

Gone are the bygone moments ...
Gone are the people in it ...
Fresh faces ...
A new life ...
Beckoning glances ...
New vigour ...
New hands to hold forth.
I am happy in my solitude.

Bidding adieu to old life ...
Bidding all goodbyes ...
Life couldn't be better ...
Had you all not been there.
I love my solitude ...
Am happy in my solitude.

It ended ...

The magic we wove together ...
The dreams we had ...
They all ended on a sad note ...
For we are no longer together.

The feelings took a turn ...
None could gather ...
How it all began and ended ...
Yours and mine time together.

Blinded by passion ...
Blinded by anger ...
Love one moment ...
Gone another.

It ended ...
Our dreams of togetherness ...
Our feelings for each other ...
We just drifted apart ...
Till one fine day ..
We didn't miss either.

Bauji ... Not my cup of Tea

My Obelix ... My Bauji ...
A strapping six footer ...
You are my Love ...
Yet you make me sad ...
So, it is best to keep the love ...
Within the confines of my bleeding Heart ...
For am a free bird ...
So are you ...The daily grind of verbal abuse ...
A tall order to fulfil ...
Not my cup of Tea.

लहरों का शोर

मेरा मन कुछ ढून्ढ रहा है
वही एकाकीपन
वही बचपन
वही खुशनुमा गलियां
वही समुन्दर का किनारा
इस निश्चल एकांत मेंभी
मेरा मन अशांत है
समुन्दर के शोर में भी
एक अजीब सुकून है
मेरा शहर मुझसे छूटा
मेरा गाँव मुझसे छूटा
पर मेरा वजूद वहीँ रहा
एक शोर ... एक एहसास
मेरा बचपन
मेरी जवानी
मेरा अल्हड़पन
कहीं खो गया
ढूँढने निकली
तो खुद खो गयी
मेरा मन मेरा शहर कहीं खो गया
मेरा बचपन पीछे छूट गया
मेरी जवानी यहीं कहीं लूट गयी
एक नारी कहीं खो गयी
एक माँ की छवि थी निराली
वो निराली भी खो गयी
बच गया तो बस एक वजूद
अपने होने का एहसास
कल तक जो आस पास था
अब वो भी बिखर गया
कुछ न बचा उस शहर का
कुछ न बची आस
एक एहसास
वो भी नहीं रहा
एक शोर ...
समुन्दर का शोर ...
बस वोही याद बाकी है
और तो कुछ भी याद नहीं...
ना बचपन ... ना शहर ...
ना वो सलमा सितारे ...
न कलम के वोह इशारे
यादें बेवफा हो गयीं
बातें बेवफा हो गयीं
बस बचा एक शोर ...
लहरों का पत्रों से टकराना ...
बस वोही शोर

He ...

He cannot  be defined
He is the sublime
He is the fountain of love
He is mine
He knows, I know
That is all that matters.

He definitely has a mind of his own
He certainly towers above all
He stands tall in all he's worth
He is my Man today and forever
For He doesn't mince words
For him I am the World
For He finds time to please me
My Man, He sure is.

The Uncrowned Emperor of Tomorrow
He stands out even in a crowd
My man .. My Knight
My King... My lover
He is different from the rest
Just like me.

Together we weave fantasy
Together we make love
Together we stand
Together we smile
Together ... We are inseparable
That is the power of love ..
Far apart ...
Yet bound by an unseen bond.

He, the one who rules my heart
The Emperor of My World
Am the Empress he sought
Together we build our Empire.

Calamity brought us together
Entwined in pain
We grew up
Together we join hands and walk
Sprint along the promenade.

The King and I
A story retold
He holds my hand
I look up and in his eyes
He sees love and passion
I see truth and compassion.

He is the Ultimate Truth
My Life & Passion to date
He brings sunshine
He wakes me up from my deep slumber.

He ... he is the ONE.