To You

Lekhiba lagi chanhe na chanhe ....

kichi kahi kichi rahi jai....

Tate kichi kahibaku chanhe...

kana kahibi....

Seithi hi katha rahi jai....

Kichi katha nahin,

Na mu acchi......

NA tu..

To saange mu...

Tu nahun mu kauthi ...

Bahut bada bada ei duniya...

chhota chhota kichi katha...

janini kemiti kana kahibi

..kahe na kahe...

Mu acchi...

Au kana kahibi...

Ghosts

Too far do these star lie

Far for me to feel the depth;

Walls I can climb ,but love,

How can one mar this death!

These winds do of a tale sing

of those nights,myriad dreams;

Nights I may belie my love,

Memories do wear ,it seems !

Pebbles do these waves wash,

the rocks yet stand still;

marks we made,my love,

But marks even do waves heal!

Faith may lose;hope stands

but with a silent will;

I have closed my eyes,love,

Seems the ghosts stand still !

Straying away

Contemplation is a sin.It brings up questions that take you nowhere.

Oblivion for a change would be bliss.You soak in a state of thoughtlessness.The worries of existence were never farther.Those inhibitions are shed.Them , the layers and facades cease from their deceiving existence.How you wish everybody would see you then !How you wish to be loved!There the long lost smile returns.

You return to being the same child.There you start appreciating the fact that everybody around you was in fact made for you.Then you know that you are the one that the universe revolves around.Remembrance flows.Those smells , those flowers and those memories flood back.

You know the child you missed all these years lay dormant within.It was just that you built walls such high that the child within cant scale them.Let him through.You will see the child appreciates a lot more than you do.So very childish these thoughts are.

Again wasn't it me who said contemplation is a sin, you can ill afford.Go back to your existence.

One night at hustler's Part 1

I concede I feel tongue tied with the irrational female species of humanity, but vocal infirmity is a new low I may have to contend for myself.Here we are acting normal in a not so normal place.The heights of ineptitude is trying to look not like a person who frequents this place.In the due course I was proven to be a Hustler virgin due to being normal.Huh that's a nice epithet to get from a girl who seems to take joy in my condition.She didn't give me moments of respite throughout is needless to say.


Okay here I am with my JD and ice, acting non-wide eyed with the girl gradually undressing at the pole.How normal ! Acting interested in the folk who goggle wide eyed would label me something unwarranted.So I am forced to gaze on screen.'Your friend seems quiet',drifts into my aural sense.Thank goodness I can listen!Too happy with the achievement I miss the rest of the conversation. That smile puts me back to my peg and ahem my place.Hello give me some more time.Time I mean without you on my knees with a most comforting view.Easy tiger!(Tiger huh ..what an inspiring name)


She drifts off and I find that I can breathe too.After so scintillating a encounter, other scantily clad , well versed specimens come parading.I am at my devastating best.Crude and brunt replies are what I pride myself in.So the first wave subsides.But relentlessness is something we need to learn from our better halves.The next wave makes me wonder.Here comes the alter of Socrates.The artificiality makes me sick.The fake lines.The praise of grisly creatures.But hello Socrates , if you wanted a fair conversation why not try out a normal place.I feel enlightened.Buddha must have felt the same; on an entirely different plane though.

So I have decided to take the plunge.My arch nemesis is back.This time talking buisness.For heaven sakes damn you girl.Don't you realise with your clothes you make me so uncomfortable ! I decide that talking with eyes would be the safest option.I nod my head.Anyways I was pretty unsure of my vocal chords responding to my distressed call.I choose another girl.Did I choose or went with the flow.Heh that is for you to decide!
Hand in hand or should I say cheek on cheek i march to the temple of insanity or should I say ....
To be continued.....

The sands...

Never wanted to walk this sunset alone,
Never to walk roads that stretch so long,
What if choices were made in heaven,
On this cold beach you and me along.

What the winds blow to this shore,
We dream not to the day that dawns,
But of this night that grows so long,
I keep but memories to walk alone.

Incomplete..WIP

Three lines to heaven

This day I cross the rain washed bridge,
I feel not the stream that flows beneath.

This day I pass the burned brick house,
I feel not the fire that burns within.

This day I row with lost broken paddles,
I feel not the ripples in my dream.

That day.......

The hills have a silent will,
These winds will not let me be,
Walls I see but would they fall,
How can the blind find a way.

A will is a way , they say,
But these paths do not lead,
Nor do hedges, wills heed;
Oft the heart finds a way.

With winds may minds sway,
Smiles glisten the eyes grey,
Some tales are better lost,
Some lives better this way.