Poem#18

You think

restless I am like the wind:

I blow defying whatever stands by

ravaging the trees and the waves!

You fear I will escape your bondage of love!

You fear you will lose me in my pace!

But can you bind the wind ??

Can you stop its pace??

The falling leaves

the robin's melody

the smell of you
your earth
and everything in it

blows with me all along;

To be with the wind

blow with the wind!

My love

do not bind me

blow with me till the end!

poem#17

As I push you far and far

And you push me far and far

Across the fragile touch of time and memories of massacre

I see,

I see bit by bit:

It is not love that I am after

But the absence of it!

It is absence that

drives my pen

spills my verse

coins my glory

subdues your curse!

I hail your absence!

I hail the absence of love!!

Poem #16

He was what they called a loser

He didn’t have the money

the power

the look

the fame

and he didn’t get the girl!

He thought why should all that matter in love!

Today he has all that,

he is all that:

the money

the power

the look

the fame

and he has the girl

and he is in love.

Why should all that matter in love!

poem # 15
You dig out my grave
So beautiful it is;
I want to die
I want to sleep!

Poem #14

What is the color of confusion?

I am color blind- I do not know;

But I am scared of the answers

I want to remain confused: let it be so!

poem#13

My love,

It has been ages that I have not seen you,

Kissed you,

Fought you!

You blew away like the wind off my arms never to be eyed

Melodized,

Despised!

I made a terrible mistake!

I made a terrible mistake!

You may never forgive me!

You may never forget me!

I am hunting you for ages;

Storms have changed courses and blown

Zillion roses have fallen and grown

And the ‘love’ that you knew: reborn!

I go looking from place to place, from door to door

My sole long rusted, my foot rotten sore

I knock every house, ask every living thing

Some do not answer, others have not seen:

I look for you,

By every flowing river

At every floating cloud

Through every tree green

In every bird that sing

All the rivers say no

All the clouds say no

All the trees say no

All the birds say no

All the doors say no

All the souls say no

The heart says yes

poem#12

Some shattered soul seeking somebody sulks somewhere

she smiles she smirks she sleeps she snores – she seldom stares

sufferance sorrow sadness slowly sore

she spins serene soiree strumming Santoor;

solitary soul seldom sought, suffocates silently

she spins, she sings - she sees scarcely!