Picking up pieces like verses from broken songs withering daisies losing hope, knowing they will be gone Dying freshness like on death bed, of a pale old monk Withering sunflowers losing sunshine, knowing they will be gone A cracked glassware waiting to be broken and torn, I hung by a thin thread tied to a sharp edge losing faith, knowing i will be gone. Like there is eternal silence before a storm Everything precious in my life was dying their silent pain preceding the death of my dawn the day had come, it was a dark night as and when i jumped to death giving up on life, not wishing to live anymore it took me a nano second to make my life end what happened soon after was nothing but pitch black no pain no sensation, deadly blankness at me just simply stared While the world thought i had killed them by deserting them and my baby, my Iris, was also almost already dead; as the world thought i was selfish living for myself, i was actually fighting a battle of my own life and death The jump didn't hurt me surprised i was as much as you are forget about killing me, the jump offered me another chance like rising sun, and the twilight before, my eyes opened as my body laid on the road i got up, and checked my hands, legs and nose everything was in a perfect piece, telling me i would still go on. never ever had i thought before that i would be where i was that night scared of my own self for repeating the same mistake, i ran again from myself trying to save my soul, my mind and my head. My baby, she was away and lonely on her own quest, i had nowhere else to go, but until she came back i ran and ran and ran again, from the world, from myself, and from a repeted potential self inflicted death like zombied frankestien, i was a body, nothing rest awaiting my baby to return for she had the heart that would fit perfectly in my chest only then would i be really myself again, i knew so i ran back in circles waiting for her plane to land. today as i write this, you know alive is my hand nature has this stern rule of life, where the dead is not allowed to come back and yet i am here, having fought all odds, trying to reclaim my place, a palace of cardboard box have i defied nature? or has nature broken its own law? i know your love has protected me goddess iris, i was and i am, your lover reborn.
Tag: Poetry
Her Bed’s cold.
She escaped,
Flew away,
With a dream
A step away
Unknown to her
Slaying cold
Washed away
All her gold
Now she lay
Clothed in bed
Naked and cold
Naked but Clothed
That’s how cold
My summer girl feels
She grew up in sun battling heat
World’s apart
She battles cold
The least I could do
Is warm her bed, and defeat the cold.
Once upon a ‘Kerela Coffee’
Good Morning ‘Mumbai’!!!!
Kasa Kay? Bara aahes?
The sun isn’t shining
The weather is weird
The sky is cloudy
When You are not near
Love is like Acid
The one you trip on
Your are that handle
I would love to grab on
To hold you and kiss you
From a distance of miles
I pour a cup of Kerela Coffee
In every sip I drink your smile
To hold you and kiss you
To the North I will fly
Will bring aromas of Kerela coffee
On the wings of butterfly!
“Days like today”
Babe, good morning!
You wanted to wake up to a poem,
I prefer waking up to you.
Here Is what you wished for,
Hoping my wish would come true soon.
“From the starting of the week
I would kiss you on your cheeks
And it’s a good day…
I would bake you eggs and toast
It’s a lovely day to host
And it’s a good day…
I would kiss you on the head
And then snug you on the bed
And it’s just your day…
We would just lay on the bed
From gorgeous morning to sunset
And it’s just love ways…
Beyond the farthest corners of this reality
Beyond the kingdoms of humanity
Beyond the sense of existence
Beyond the rhyme of ecstasy
I’ve got this soothing tune
It will take us to the moon
And we would dance on…
Floating high up in the space
We travel cosmos up in gaze
And we would fly on…
And then we would find our home
A bed of twinkle,Roof of stars above
And we would live on…
To the last of our breaths
And to the first of our deaths
We would dream on..
Beyond the farthest corners of this reality
Beyond the kingdoms of humanity
Beyond the sense of existence
Beyond the rhyme of ecstasy
It’s you and me
Forever to be
Travelling galaxies
We were meant to be. “
Good morning to a dream girl in Denmark…
“When Mumbai lost it’s heart to Aarhus, Here without you, Mumbai is To-Let”
Cravings I pluck
Red roses Scent of Musk
Hanging legs
Over promenade
Here without you
Sun refuses Dusk
Now the Sun don’t set
Arabian sea don’t wet
The clouds don’t fly
And Mumbai don’t sweat
Cravings I collect
From abundance I select
Dry footprints
On the shoreline
Here without you
Marine drive is To-Let
Now love birds won’t love
And the cops won’t shoo
High waves won’t splash
Nobody would morning walk too
Nothing is same
Yet nothing has changed
City of dreams
Awaits the landing of your Plane
“Grab a bite of the sun in Aarhus”
Greetings to my Queen, for her first Morning!
The Sun
Has risen
So high
It blossoms
Hung in between
Set and Rise
It radiates brilliance
For you it shines
It’s the same sun
That is over my head
The sun that is going to greet you
The best morning you ever had
We are not away,
No, not us
The Magnificent Sun connects us,
And keeps us close
And if in the northern winter
You find yourself cold..
You grab a bite
Of the sun in Aarhus
I will trace your bite marks on the sun
And etch it like a tattoo on myself
For you are my universe
My sun is inside you
My world my soul,
They reside deep inside you
The Sun
Has risen
So high
It blossoms
It’s the same sun
That is over my head
The sun that is going to greet you
The best morning you ever had
We are not away,
No, not us
The Magnificent Sun connects us,
And keeps us close
And if in the northern winter
You find yourself cold
You grab a bite
Of the sun in Aarhus!
Lover’s Block!
Two weeks
plus one day,
You will be gone
someday.
I was to write,
verses hundred
before you flew
far and away one day.
Could write nothing
as if stuck in quick sand
Letting love go is like
Waves parting ways with bandstand.
I will still love you
dry, parched or dead
You are the beats
my heart never had.
Tears flood,
on missing chances of building life with her
We could have been together
only if i had listened to her
Every morning i wake up
i feel her hair on my face
She will be long gone soon
Yet i would wake up drenched in her trace.
A Pain that’s Welcome
Like a wave it rises,
Small and tiny at first
Soothing it sounds
Love is mirth
With closure it hits you
Like a refreshing splash
You wish to lay in the ocean forever
Swim in the ocean of love
With news of distance
Comes wave of Tsunami
The ocean is now roaring
Engulfs me in it’s core
Without love I don’t want to be on land
I will rather rest in the deepest trench
In solitude I will romance her memories
Without her I just don’t wish to live
The pain of love
Is a sign of true love
Anything from this love
Is purely welcome
The pain of this love
Is the sign of pure love
Everything of real love
Is purely welcome.
Why have I started this Blog?
Love has been the greatest of all desires. Since ages, man and woman have fought for their love interests. Some fought for the woman they loved, some for the men. Many fought for their love for their mother land. I have had my share of battles. Battles I fought for my love. My love that was randomly cheated upon. My love that I handled carelessly. My love that never got it’s love back…only until I met this lovely girl who could love me back.
It’s been more than a thousand days, and I am still in love with this girl. She is my best friend. She is my company to the doctor. She is my movie going friend. She is my beer buddy. She is my GoT friend. She is my Avengers friend. She is my horror movie friend. She is my travel buddy. She is my co explorer. She is my Road trip buddy. She is my queen. She is my girlfriend. She is is my guide. You get the gist. Now this girl is leaving to another country, and it’s bugging me right left and center, and up down and middle. She was the only one I could manage to hang out with. I have no good friends otherwise. What would I do when she is gone ?
What bugs me more is that I only have a 100 days left before she finally takes off, probably to never come back. How will I love without her? This, my friend, is the greatest test of love. And I have finally reached this phase.
Day by day as I inch closer to the day we depart, I cannot stop to wonder and ask myslef how much love have I not expressed yet to her?
And so, to reduce the intensity of my pain and to express my love in lieu of channeling my emotions, I write this Blog .
She loves when I write her a poetry. Earlier I used to send her the poems I wrote for her through emails, hand written letters, text messages, digital posters, etc.
But that makes it a lot of poems un-segregated.
Here, I can share what I feel with the world, on a log, called a blog, that will stay for eternity, at an access of her finger tips. I don’t know if she would still love me when we are away. I don’t know if I would be able to bear the pain of our separation. I don’t know if she would still be mine or move for the sake of getting rid of her pain of being away from me.
Nothing is certain, other than this moment, where I know I have learnt to love her unconditionally.
So knowing these are my final, last 100 days with her, I will try, with my heart mind and soul, to make it all special for her, through what she likes the most, poems.
Last 100 days Through Poetry 