The Night Poetry Knocked

It was such a night when
Poetry came knocking at my door
The crevices were laden with musings
And piers sodden with rhymes
To the core.

He bemused with an uncanny smile
Made of metaphors and hint of a lie
And truths brutal,wrapped in verses
I laughed with a few,some made me cry.

He recited to me the colour of summer
And we pondered over why love hurts
Few reminded of battles and bloodshed
Few just spoke of a world that was.

I was awed and raged,in spirits again
And some would repel,yet felt alive
And as day broke and mundane struck
Consoled myself,solace,another time.
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Thinking Of You

Today seems a long day
Like a trail of ants,
Pounding their way,
Like the granny tales
Invariably far far away.
The thought of the conversations
We never had,
Always feels like candyfloss,
That dissolved halfway,
And left me pining for more,
Like pride pines for less.
And my poetry,
Kept getting heavier every passing day
With the weight of the hidden lines
That described you,and you say
How you hate love poems
How you'd rather have a childsplay!

 

ODE TO ALIVE.

I hope I be out of breath,
A day ahead of my dreams
As water flows so drab until,
Sunlight kisses and it gleams.

I hope mirages keep calling me
Like butterfly tempts a child
For alive ain't you,but when your heart,
Thunders with passion wild!

I hope my fingers find the snowfalls
As feet drown in the seas,
And eyes,the desert sun they stare
While soul secures the feels.

I hope my hopes survive all despair
Overwhelm outweighs achieved
And someday through my dying vitals,
I can claim, no regrets,I lived.
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WILD

 

How do you define, a hint of wild,
A bit of a woman, a bit of a child,
A bit of restless vagabond dreams,
A bit of the confusion
That crossed your mind.


You left me a saga
Of  viscous pain,
I spinned it all, into lucid rhyme.
We searched for drugs to diminish an ache,
You found it in alter,
I found it in time.


Yet I lived through it all
I felt through the bane,
And retrieved a looking glass,
Never had I seen.
Like dark clouds fetch,
Wet toes that shiver,
Before colouring your backyard
Into a brighter green.


Its all in the mind, nothing forever
We start many stories,
Trust them to end.
Some do, some don't,
Some conspire to footprints
That silently bore us,
To wherever we stand.


Wild is that confines
To the lines that it chose,
From a mind of its own
However tame it may seem.
So that's what it means,
A speck of the wild,
That came,that lived
That left on its whim.
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Kuchh dhoop gira do jaate jaate.

Ek batuni hansi,

Kuchh ziddi khushbu,

Aur unse bhi ziddi tumhari yaadein.

Ek lamha bachpan sa,

Aur ek sadiyo si samajh.

Aur unke beech kuch soorkh,geeli

Tab ki bani,ab bikharte vaade.

Lavso ka mohtaj,ek faisla tumhara,

Aur kuchh ankahi,humari baatein,

Sahi galat ka ek fituur tha jaise,

Woh hissa le jaana

Rakh jao bas vaade.

Rango mein tairti ek khamosh sham.

Aankho se keh jaana tumhara,

...hu main.

Bante bante ban jaate hai aas,

Aas jo toote,ban jaate yaadein.

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