Verses' Trail

Unwitten

2010-09-12T19:00:00.002+05:30

I wrote this
a long time back
in my mind.

Before we even spoke
or touched each-other
with our thoughts.

I wrote of the flight of you
to my heart,
the music of me
in your words.

Today when i looked
through my archives
i found it faded,
slightly.

But i could still pick
the unwritten
from its memory,
and here it is.

Can you read it still?

Revisit

2010-07-07T12:14:00.004+05:30

Running trees,
illuminated for only a second;
Fixed moon
old, but determined
to witness the night till dawn;
Impatient I,
yet strangely calm
in this speeding train.

A stranger -- you,
to my real world;
A friend, a mentor, a muse,
long forgotten?
Na-aan!

You are there,
right here,
somewhere between
dreams and reason.

A lovely place to be.

Vague

2008-10-23T17:46:00.001+05:30

Something evaporated yesterday
right here, in front of my eyes;
I think they were thoughts.

I want to close the new world and find the old me,
who could see, feel, breathe.

I want to write,
or at least find my pen.

Again. Another beginning.

Numb

2008-07-28T09:46:00.000+05:30

On the pages of time these lines will fade
And so will you and i.

This pain has burned up a part of my heart --
In the wind of time its ashes will blow away.

The frailty of words has numbed my trust in them --
In the story of time it'll hopefully restore.

And, perhaps, so will you and i.

Life goes on

2007-11-15T08:35:00.001+05:30

I want to gather all my thoughts on my past and put them aside in some box which would slowly ebb away. In the meantime I can carve my new life, with new experiences and new thoughts. Is it possible to let the past stay and still be at peace with the present? Doesn’t your past have a bearing on your present? I’d like to believe not, in some ways.

For now, just shush the mind and live in the NOW.

Or at least try.

ps: this inspired the morning ramble.

Dreamy nights

2007-09-23T19:26:00.000+05:30

I found a little love on my pillow this morning
(Did you leave it there when I was asleep?)

It stroked my cheeks crimson and gave a twinkle to my eyes
(Did you whisper silvery-dreams to me when I was asleep?)

It wrapped me in your voice when I was cold last night
(Or was it you who held me when I was asleep?)

Touch

2007-08-14T10:05:00.000+05:30

In your touch
I live a hundred lives.

When you, your soft words
Reverberate through my being
I’m flailed into a turbulent sea
I’m calmed by the you in me.

In your touch
I find a hundred worlds

All my own.

Illusions

2007-07-30T13:40:00.000+05:30

Last night
In the pool of moonlight
It was easy to imagine
That it’s my calm
Reflected in the face of the moon.

Today, again
The sun is a bane
Flinging a familiar smoke
Into my breath
Of comforting fancies.

Midnight verse

2007-07-15T23:44:00.000+05:30

You make me smile
Innocent as the first slice of crescent moon.

You touch me the most
Where thoughts of you emerge, settle, and live.

You gather me in your embrace
When I hurt and collapse.

You make me feel beautiful
Even on a bad hair day.

You make me feel.

Blog-things

2007-07-09T12:39:00.000+05:30

Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.
An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.
You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.
A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.

You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

One rainy afternoon

2007-06-08T15:06:00.000+05:30

It was too dilusionary -
The warm words
Cocooned in your voice.

Even the lunch seemed surreal
Strange afternoon, that was.

It was pouring through the sunlight
Moisture in the air,
On the skin.

How easily our lips had melted
Into each-other.

Almost two years stand
Between us now,
And life goes on.

Some more time

2007-06-04T12:43:00.000+05:30

Emptiness spreads across
This vast expanse
Weighing heavy on me.

I know,
You feel its weight too.
If I induce it with words
It’ll burst and rain,
Drenching us both to our bones.

Let’s keep dry
For a while.
Time will stretch itself
And the void will fall into it,
Crashing to bits.

And there’ll be room for us
Again.

Drifting apart

2007-05-18T16:19:00.000+05:30

The words have run cold
Like the hearts.
Such distance
That can’t be measured just in miles.

The hearts shrank as well
Squeezed out all the past they contained,
All the warmth,
Till they got minuscule.

It’s so easy
To not see each-other
Anymore.

umm..

2007-05-05T16:39:00.000+05:30

The dream is asleep
Its gossamer eyes are peaceful,
Happy.

The dawn is yet to break
It’s approaching,
Slowly.

I want it to wake up
Open its eyes,
Breathe.

In your arms.

What do empty words contain?

2007-03-24T19:03:00.000+05:30

There was a pause
A sentence gulped
A hope submerged
Into the fear
Of uncertainty.

And then
A series of silence
Followed a series
Of empty words.

And fell into the
Void
Between us.

Making us
Part.

Further.

Wait

2007-03-21T13:51:00.000+05:30

One dream
Weaved into many others-
Tiny, precious, making the whole alive;
It breathes through my emotions.

There are falls after peaks
What comes after heightened limbo?
What remains when broken pieces
Evaporate into thin air?

One breath
Weaved into many others-
Tiny, precious, filling me with life,
It yearns through my emotions
It yearns through..

It yearns,
For you.

Shhh..

2007-03-08T22:38:00.000+05:30

When do words cease to matter?
These days
My words seem to speak for themselves
I half listen.

I like silence-
It speaks so much more
There’s room for words around it,
And for touch.

But if I could read yours better
(For I can’t read your eyes),
I would’ve asked for something else
From the wishing star last night.

Parting

2007-02-14T12:35:00.000+05:30

I haven’t written to you in a long time
The lines have dried into a dull ache
Which has stretched itself upto you,
But not quite.

My love is as simple as breathing
And you, as immense as life
Yes, you know that you’re missed,
But not quite.

Jaded

2007-01-29T10:33:00.000+05:30

I surged towards the sand
Time and again,
But it failed to soak me in.

Your spell

2007-01-04T14:33:00.000+05:30

Images dance across my silent canvas,
The backlog of my unwritten thoughts:

Your voice,
How perfectly it hugs my name
I almost smile, helplessly numb.

The elusive sensation of touch
Beyond the physical
That you evoke.

You flirt with my *Dancing Princess,
Wave a few stars aside
And make room for us.

Somewhere along the way
I must’ve slipped you the key to reach me,
I see you opening the door.

*Dancing Princess is a constellation I made. She can be seen this time of the year flowing her ball-gown in the eastern sky.

2006-12-14T21:33:00.000+05:30

the sky is full of stars
i hope that some are mine
but when i stretch out my hand
they shrink and break apart
disintegrate
and i shrink back
afraid to hope again
and break again.

Fake smile

2006-11-26T20:37:00.000+05:30

I could say
In as many words,

I know this molten hurt
Like an old friend.

My heart
Is split in two,

I ain’t ready to kill it
I ain’t ready to pretend.

Your city wont be the same

2006-11-19T12:43:00.000+05:30

Delhi is your city for me
You are leaving,
Whose city would it be?

I wouldn’t want to go there anymore
Its air would prick me
The places would go sour.

For all its history, walled and new
Why should I care
When it wouldn’t have you?

Either make it just another city for me,
Erase the past,
Or don’t leave Delhi..

Nostalgic

2006-11-18T21:56:00.000+05:30

I wrote this a long time ago. While leafing through some of the poems on my previous blog, it gave an odd sense of deja vu..

Love, who?

Your touch
Lays bare the fire within,
I burn
On blackened embers of sin.

In shadows
Our whispers take shape,
Desire flows
From your lips to my nape.

Your hands
Rummage about reckless,
Hot trails
Of wanton madness.

I surge
Into you to cease,
A blank..
A void dug.. and peace.