Killer sadness

Originally published in Triond on May 2008

Nothing can make me cry
Nothing can kill me
The way your sadness does.
I can brave the bitter world outside
I can live the life as it comes
I know I can
You know I can.
So why are you sad?
What makes you lost?
Why do you ruin the moment?
By reasoning about things I wish to forget?

I forgot

Originally published on Triond in May 2008

I forgot
I forgot to ring you
You had been waiting
Waiting lonely and distressed
Waiting could be killing
It’s more killing to know, I have made you wait!
I pretended
I pretended that I forgot
I missed death by seconds
I might not have lived
Lived to ring you
To say that I am sorry, I have made you wait!

You came to me

Originally published in Triond on May 2009

Being in love is an endless story which is better when remains unexplored….

You came to me
Like a storm
Like a torrential rain
Changing my dusk to dawn
You came to me
Like a freshness
Like an angel
Changing the alphabets of my life
Stirring my internal organs to a strange sensation
You came to me like an endless story.

What is love

Originally published in Triond on May 2009

Love should be transparent and immaculate or else it’s not love at all.

You wish to go to a river side
Work doesn’t amuse you anymore
Filthy politics took the place of credibility
You had always wished to go to a river
It need not be blue, picturesque
A river – immaculate and transparent
The water fuller and not much rippled
The lucidity in which we can see each other
We can look into each other’s eyes
And understand what we want.
Yes didn’t we always want that?
A transparent love!

My love kills me

Originally published on Triond on May 2008

Your words kill me to death. Why do you doubt my love?

You told me that I was being smart!
What made you think that?
How can you question my integrity?
My righteousness, my love?
Don’t you know how much I love you?
Don’t you know how much I care?
I am mere cadaver without you.
Your words are like sword
That aims at my soul direct
Cuts it to pieces
Sometimes it shreds my heart
I fail to revive.
I fail to live.
But I never fail to love.

Dilemma

Originally published on May 2008

To follow my heart or my brain
To go or not to go
I went I had to

I am growing old

Originally published on February 2008

My eyes are growing old
With the bleaks I suppose not to see and less of shines I must
I wonder if you will like me with old eyes.

My ears are growing old
With spurt of falsities and less of solicitous symphony I must
I wonder if you will like me with old ears.

My lips are growing old
With the fake guilt smiles and less of squashy love I must
I wonder if you will like me with old lips.

My nose is growing old
With plastic breeze and less of essential fragrance I must
I wonder if you will like me with an old nose.

My heart is growing old
With sopping up blots, blues, blames, growing big and supple
I know you will love me with an old heart.

You May Now Kiss the Bride: Haiku

Originally published in AC on February 2009

Color, pomp, prose, fun
Grandeur, giggles, glitters
Hopes sewn in I do

Hurting hurts: Haiku

Originally published in AC on December 2008

Life is but funny
You still live after being hurt
You hurt, you just die

Death of a dew: Haiku

Originally published in AC on November 2008

A crystal dew pearl
Bobbles on the glossy green
Dies to the dazzles

Pride Haiku

Originally published in AC on May 2008

Spurting tall through sky
Eyeing down with fake conceit
I'm not belittled.

Your smile

Originally published on Triond on May 2008

Your smile kills
Kills the bad spell
Bad spell of obscurity, dinginess and solitude
I get revived instantly
Just like breathing in more freshness, more newness
More lives, more of your magic charm
More of you

What is divine

Originally published on AC on January 2008

I saw a scruffy man shorter than a short man
Scraping hard climbing onto an enormous tree
To untangle an insignificant kite
That was flowing fluid with the wind
For an infamously petite girl

Who was stretching back and up
Staring straight with two sparkly keen eyes.

Suddenly the man became humongous
I saw a halo around him!

It's but life

Originally published in Triond on May 2008

I sit alone with my friend – my solitude, my destiny
With no one to soothe me, no one to excite me
It’s only intricacies that make up life
Life is but complacency
Life is but obscurity
I am killed to life

She is a mother

Originally published on January 2008

Her lavender hair covers me in golden morning sun
She comes with the flavor of darjeeling tea
I grasp her tight, I am still in dreams
She pats me gently on my back, I know she is curious.

I haste through my shower, it's terribly cold, the water is colder
I get a shiver on my spine, the water is frosty and cutting
She tinkles to make sure the hot water flowing all right
I sneak out half done with my job, as always.

She forces my savory lunch into my carrier unstruggling
I rush out to the traffic outside, devalued, delayed by minutes
Her face grilled, curious and concerned
Yet wearing the most adorable smile.

It stays with me all through the day
Through the bleakness, through the sun
Through the falsities of the big bad world
The smile is but a magic wand, troubleshooting the unpleasantness.

I come back to the tranquil lap, she soothes me of all that do not matter.
She never retires, she is there always, no time out for her
She is my mom, she is our mother
She is a mother.

A Wish

Originally published in AC on January 2008

The pomp, grandeur, festival
All the fun, frolic, merriment
I don't understand.

I just heard that 2007 has gone by
And we need not carry the pains, despair, regrets
No cries, tears, aches, this time
All are but past.


Let's usher the new life
A year filled with hopes and happiness
Let's live instead of getting ready for it.
Live you dreams, your thoughts, your time
May you have the-way-you-want-to-have-it life ahead.