Sat away from you
Because I wanted to touch you,
Avoided eye contact
Because your eyes ignited mine,
Walked opposite to you
Because I felt vulnerable,
Wrote verses about you
Because I never had the courage to tell you straight,
Kept quite about the sleepless nights
Because I wanted you to sleep peacefully,
Now that I have come a long way on my own,
I understand that the walk was beautiful
Because I thought you would follow me,
But when I look back at the crossroads now,
I see just me and the signboards
Which tell me that I have come the wrong way,
I should have chosen to follow you instead,
Now that I have chosen my own way,
I prefer walking till I reach the dead end.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense.
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense.
- Rumi
Friday, April 29, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Blue Venom
Ink,
Your are my poision,
My pen sucks your blue out from my veins
Through its nibs you bleed onto my canvas,
Giving me a haemorrhage of thoughts,
Sometimes you blot,
Sometimes you smudge,
Sometimes you make an abrupt halt,
You are all over the torn off pages in my dustbin,
You are all over the surface of my diary,
You drip onto my white night dress,
You make my neat nails blue,
You flow away from me at times
But return to philander on my page,
Like the blue sea on the reef,
Drown me in your blue,
Bleed on me,
Drug me,
My nocturnal counterpart!
Your are my poision,
My pen sucks your blue out from my veins
Through its nibs you bleed onto my canvas,
Giving me a haemorrhage of thoughts,
Sometimes you blot,
Sometimes you smudge,
Sometimes you make an abrupt halt,
You are all over the torn off pages in my dustbin,
You are all over the surface of my diary,
You drip onto my white night dress,
You make my neat nails blue,
You flow away from me at times
But return to philander on my page,
Like the blue sea on the reef,
Drown me in your blue,
Bleed on me,
Drug me,
My nocturnal counterpart!
Friday, April 22, 2011
Pilgrimage of love
Take me to a pilgrimage of love,
Let me place myself at your feet,
Let me dip my soul in you serene waters,
Shower on me the smel of burning insence sticks,
Wrap me in holy saffron,
Make me walk around your sacred fire,
Behead me at the golden dawn and
Accept my bleeding love as my holy sacrifice,
Burn my body in your sandalwood pyre,
Press my ahses onto your forehead,
Inhale my smoke into your solemn self,
For I am entangled in your thread of divinity,
My diety,
My sigh of relief,
Grant me this one last wish,
Bless me with eternal bliss,
Take me to a pilgrimage of love!
Let me place myself at your feet,
Let me dip my soul in you serene waters,
Shower on me the smel of burning insence sticks,
Wrap me in holy saffron,
Make me walk around your sacred fire,
Behead me at the golden dawn and
Accept my bleeding love as my holy sacrifice,
Burn my body in your sandalwood pyre,
Press my ahses onto your forehead,
Inhale my smoke into your solemn self,
For I am entangled in your thread of divinity,
My diety,
My sigh of relief,
Grant me this one last wish,
Bless me with eternal bliss,
Take me to a pilgrimage of love!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Familiarity
The secret meetings,
The hurried kisses,
The intense looks,
The long hugs,
Those increased heartbeats,
The beach evenings,
The restlesness within
That fueld my soul,
Everything is gone now that we are togather,
The love is gone,
The spark has died,
Blame it on whatever but now its too late,
Because as they say familiarity sure breeds contempt!
The hurried kisses,
The intense looks,
The long hugs,
Those increased heartbeats,
The beach evenings,
The restlesness within
That fueld my soul,
Everything is gone now that we are togather,
The love is gone,
The spark has died,
Blame it on whatever but now its too late,
Because as they say familiarity sure breeds contempt!
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Red
The red of the gulmohar is the red within u and me
While u are away to bring red i stand here,
Not knowing the changing seasons,
Ignorant of the moving time,
Passers by come and go,
They try to make my gulmohar bloom
But mine will blossom only in the warmth of ur red...
And here i wait... not knowing the change in seasons...
Bring me my red
Because the red around me is no longer red...
While u are away to bring red i stand here,
Not knowing the changing seasons,
Ignorant of the moving time,
Passers by come and go,
They try to make my gulmohar bloom
But mine will blossom only in the warmth of ur red...
And here i wait... not knowing the change in seasons...
Bring me my red
Because the red around me is no longer red...
City Lights
The city lights have gone off,
Roads are deserted,
Stars have slept under the black silence,
I stand here, looking through my half open window,
Sleepless, restless.
My long loose white robe flies in the breeze,
It uncovers my hidden fear of solitude,
The hustle of the city has died down,
People are sleeping behind the comfort of their closed doors,
But I am here, staring at the nothingness,
Trying not to feel miserable without you,
Wondering where you might be now,
Are you even thinking of me?
I don’t know, but you are missed!
Roads are deserted,
Stars have slept under the black silence,
I stand here, looking through my half open window,
Sleepless, restless.
My long loose white robe flies in the breeze,
It uncovers my hidden fear of solitude,
The hustle of the city has died down,
People are sleeping behind the comfort of their closed doors,
But I am here, staring at the nothingness,
Trying not to feel miserable without you,
Wondering where you might be now,
Are you even thinking of me?
I don’t know, but you are missed!
Shabby You
The morning rays wriggle through our white curtains,
I open my eyes to a sleeping you next to me,
And I stare at your serene face,
Its sharp nose,
The closed eyelids,
The pricky moustache,
The dimple cheeks,
The shabby hair in a mess over your forehead,
The neat border of your beautiful lips,
I see a sleeping child,
A mind at peace,
And I get up cautiously trying not to wake u up,
You open your eyes then and clasp my hands,
And I hide the love bubbling within me and say
'look at you,shabby creature!"
Ill never show,
But you are the best I can have!
I open my eyes to a sleeping you next to me,
And I stare at your serene face,
Its sharp nose,
The closed eyelids,
The pricky moustache,
The dimple cheeks,
The shabby hair in a mess over your forehead,
The neat border of your beautiful lips,
I see a sleeping child,
A mind at peace,
And I get up cautiously trying not to wake u up,
You open your eyes then and clasp my hands,
And I hide the love bubbling within me and say
'look at you,shabby creature!"
Ill never show,
But you are the best I can have!
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