I think of you...

As sunlight gently kisses my eyelids,
And morning breeze lifts my blankets,
I think of you.

As warm water streams over my skin,
And freshly washed clothes caress it,
I think of you.

My hot morning cup of coffee,
2eggs, bacon and a toast,
I think of you

I may be in a intense meeting,
Or maybe solving a problem or two,
I think of you.

My lunch, salad, soup or chicken,
Or maybe I didn't get time for lunch,
I still think of you.

Work, more work and even more work,
Discussions, arguments or working alone,
I think of you.

An hour of gym after work,
Running on treadmill or lifting weights,
I think of you.

Television time or video game,
Maybe an early dinner,
I still think of you.

Sometimes some unfinished work,
Or time for music and some reading,
I think of you.

Every waking moment of the day,
I think of you, And as I close my eyes at night,
I dream of you.

Missing You

Its your voice that wakes me up,
Its your face that brightens my day,
Is your scent that opens my mind,
Its your eyes that show me the way.

My ears won't listen if its not your sound,
My eyes are longing to meet your eyes,
Worried is my heart, restless is my mind,
I stare across the sea, I look at the skies.

Be it a cloud that has passed you overhead,
Be it rain that drenched your ground,
Be it a gentle breeze that touched your face,
To tell me that you are safe and sound.
 

For Old Times Sake.....(Poetry)

Old times sake...
Just the way we used to do this,
And remember when we did that,
A near miss, a close call,
A grand entrance or a clumsy fall,
I remember it all, you remember it all.

The times when you made me laugh,
Times when I made you cry,
Times that flew by before we knew it,
Yes, the time really does fly.

Oh! The prank we played,
How much did we laugh,
And that one time we got caught,
Which one of us took the blame?

Well we may not be so crazy now,
But I know each one of us,
Left a part of us in those times,
And we visit there alone,
To meet our former selves...
For old times sake...
 

I Took The Rainbow Apart....(Poetry)

I took the rainbow apart,
Watched it through the watchglass,
I chased it beyond horizon,
I picked it up from thin air.

Every color I touched,
Dispersed in thin air so fast,
Every time,
I outstretched my arm,
I caught vaccum in my hand.

The pot of gold it promised,
Is as elusive as this band of hues,
It gives hope in rains of despair,
But I know it can give no more.

I know now that rainbow lives,
Only in my mind,
Yet every time I see the rainbow,
I believe.

Illusion..... (Poetry)

Its a dazzling night,
Gold encrusted and bright,
I am drunk but yet in my senses, I see you,
In front of me, My eyes do not decieve,
I do not need anymore reason to believe,
There are many here, But I see you.

Yet so unreal, so surreal is this vision,
You are right here, but you are an illusion.

You smile, you wink, you even whisper in my ears,
I see in your eyes and you show me unshed tears,
I know of a heart that beats for someone out there,
But in that heart I know, I have a place somewhere.
You voice lost in the noise, but I know I hear you,
You seem to be far away, yet I feel I am near you.

Yet so unreal, so surreal is this vision,
You are right here, but you are an illusion.

I know you are reality for someone, somewhere,
And I am an illusion for you in that world there,
Our worlds so different, so separate,
In my world, your boundary is the wall of your prison,
In your world, My footsteps are constrained by reason,
And though we both are made of smoke for each other,
I see you, I hear you, I feel you like none other.

Yet so unreal, so surreal is this vision,
You are right here, but you are an illusion.

Monsoon Tales

The shining silver drops from sky,
Glistening gold in sunlight bright,
As rainbow unfolds in colors of glory,
And stars wait their turn to shine in the night.

The wet velvet night it would be,
Hearing distant rumblings from the sea,
Do clouds bring lore from far and yore,
As ship raises anchor and sets sail,
This monsoon has a story to tell.

Alone

The crimson is still settling on the silver horizon,
The sparkling white dots taking shapre in the sky,
On this crumpled ochre beach I am sitting all alone,
Dare I ask myself atlast, how and why?

The allure of glittering gold holds no more,
The silky midnight blue nights,
Softened with muted cyanine lights,
Hightened senses drenched in sparkling red,
Of brightly painted lips and pink on the bed,
The clatter of coins and velvet of cash,
The laughter of arrogance and fake smiles,
Short lived relationships held together,
By thin feeble thread of desire.

I wonder did I miss the innocent white,
That shone in your blue eyes,
Did I miss those soft pink hands,
That could have held mine under the skies.

Naked Baby By The Road...(Poem)

The naked baby by the road,
Like a supine feline or docile canine,
Permeable and porous,
Vulnerable to vultures,
Discombobulated by the barbarousness,
Of honking honkers going bonkers,
Eyes flittering like tadpoles,
Groping for parental attention,
From beings busy with survival instincts,
Left alone for acculturation,
To the world outside the womb.

Romeo and Juliet

O! Romeo, A heartbeat and a wink,
A length of a breath, A lifetime,
Did you wait ages, to live a moment,
Or die in a moment, to live forever,
A dazzling diamond teardrop, a silent revelry,
A Golden Champagne, A silver moonlight,
O! Juliet , A soft pink silk, A sweet strawberry,
Velvet sands beneath, A starry night,
Did you weep in dark, or let a deafening cry,
Or tears ran dry when you saw your love die,
A story of love told and retold, a countless times,
In innumerable pages of prose, and countless rhymes.

Thank You....

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you,
I would never have realized the hypocrisy,
Thank you for breaking my heart,
Thank you for making me cry,
Now the no one can tear me apart,
Even my tears have run dry.

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you,
I would have carried on through the pretense,
Thank you for smashing the illusion,
Thank you for getting me out of day dream,
Now I will never fall prey to hallucination,
Now I will never run behind any delusion.

No....(Short Story)

"No"

She had said just that. One word. It was so potent, so poisonous, it was eating his insides. He knew it was a lie. And he knew that she knew it.

"Don't you love me anymore?" He had asked.

"No."

That one word was enough to wipe away five years from his life. Those five years in which she had become an inevitable part of his life. He knew that her sacrifices in these five years far exceeded his. He only wished she had a little more patience. Now the things seemed to be changing. He was changing. He was no longer the idealistic and adamant young man that he had been. Age and agony had mellowed him down.

For five whole years she had supported him. They met at a bus stop on the day he had run away from his house. She had taken him in when they were strangers. She was staying alone and knew that her neighbours would react unfavourably to her letting in a young man. But she braved the opposition, fought the odds. Maybe she liked him from the first day she met him. As days went by she had fallen for his charm and his firebrand idealism.

She worked as a waitress in a hotel during the day and some nights sold her body to uncaring strangers in some cheap hotel room. He stayed at home all day, wrote poems and essays, went out and discussed politics with whoever he met. She didn't mind. She was deeply in love with him. He loved her too but he loved poetry too and literature and humanity and animals and environment and so the list was endless. She loved him.

First sparks appeared when he first slapped her. She wanted to go for a movie with her friends while he wanted her to stay home with her. "I am not your wife." She had said. His answer was a slap across her cheek. It was the first time they did not speak to each other for more than a day. That night for the first time since they met, she slept without him reading a poem to her. Next day their fight had ended with mad passionate love. She could not bear to stay away from him any longer. Nor could he. She admitted it. He did not.

"Why don't you take a job?" She had asked. It took her four years to ask this.
"Why?"
"So that I can stop selling my body. So that we can get married."
"Why do you want to get married?" he had asked. And did not understand then whay her answer was only mute tearful eyes. Her look had made him feel guilty. But his idealism was still alive.

After that day, almost every day was the same. Everyday till today.He found his bags on the doorstep when he returned from a stroll. Through closed doors he had asked "Don't you love me anymore?"

"No."