The desert resembled heaps of powdered gold, that night-
As a dune broke away and swept to kiss her toes
To summon the reminiscence of her past life.
The soul of Egypt softly whispered to the moon…
Of the soul of their dead mistress, inside the visitor.

Soon the twilight shimmered on a million cenotaphs
Of the long-dead serpents, the warriors of the sand.
Life soon did befriend, the fleshless half-beasts
To mark the resurrection of their beloved queen.
A swarm of bones then marched towards the golden crypt,
Torches held high, the tongue-less chanted hysterical verses.

Clubs and axes crushed the golden crypt-
As the soul departed from the body of the traveler.

Silver ashes from the crypt flew high and swung…

Flesh from the sand,
Blood from the Nile.
The world awaits
The goddess of destruction.

Dear Violet,

With every burst of dawn,
Greeted me and my bicycle
A sanguine face…
Peeping around this door;
Like a full moon behind the clouds,
To breeze a spell in these eyes…
With its sheer incandescence!

But one day…

Longed to see the same dawn
Yearned to meet the same eyes…
Little did I know-
My ill-fate felt the urge
To bestow itself to me.
What greeted me that day;
Was a stark locked door.

You were not there. The sky overcast. The moon was gone, the door was locked.

And Here I am…
Sitting at your porch steps
Staring at your locked door…
A silly lone soul
Waiting for a prodigy.
Won’t you return?

With Love,
Newspaper Boy

05:30 p.m

“Enjoy yourself, sir.”

The coffee was warm.

I yearned for warmth.

06:00 p.m

Not a snip of the cookie.

Not a sip of the coffee.

Just a stirring spoon,

Just a secluded soul…

A one-of-a-kind:

Amongst a million love-birds.

06:15 p.m.

Not a word spoken.

Not an eyebrow rose.

Just-a crave for love.

Just a need of a soul:

A soul to adore…

A hand to hold.

06:30 p.m

The soothing evening vespers

From the holy chapel near-by…

Accompanied the sly zephyr

Into the coffeehouse.

The Almighty had a solution.

10:50 p.m

Sitting in the coffeehouse,

I Saw the unattended coffee,

The stirring spoon-

But,with a faint reflection-

Of a smiling face,

Of a beautiful soul.

I was living a beautiful dream.

A temporary relief.

Sand felt mellow.
Sun felt mild.

Lying hushed on a beach,
With arms stretched wide
Basking in the subtle sounds-
The ballad of the forest orchestra,
The poetry of the comforting breeze…
Allured by me, inched towards me
The shy blue sea.

While I relished every breath,
Gentle fingers ran through my hair…
I saw her face…
As pretty as she was in our school days;
Donned an exotic velvety gown-
Hung off her shoulders by a thread…
She smiled and eased my mind…
God was kind.

“You look so divine, Jade…”
Words came out, involuntarily.
“Jade???”

The words were loud enough;
I shuddered with shock…
To realize
That all those good things
Were not for real…
To realize
That all this time;
I was dreaming on my girlfriend’s lap…

So laugh along!
As life, for all its complications,
Happiness, Success,
A destiny to caress
Shall gradually, eventually,
Fade away…
leaving behind a present;
A gift-
A coffin.

My Sugarcoated feelings

I’d never thought I would be

So lucky, I’m with you…

You bring the best out of me;

My days are brighter with you.

When I was down with pain,

My days were all insane…

You came and held my shoulders

And I was back up again.

Now my wounds seem to be healing…

Here are my sugarcoated feelings.

I want to stare at your fingers

Forever, never bid adieu;

Come place your head on my shoulders

I’ll sing this song to you…

A delicate touch, so soothing…

A keen love,so pure;

You leave, I stand here brooding

It’s more than just a lure…

Not my heart, it’s whole of me you’re stealing…

These are my sugar coated feelings,

For you.

ना हु मैं तेरे दिल में,
मेरे होठ नही समझते…
बोल ना दे तुझे कुछ,
यह सोच के डरता हु मैं|

इस मेज़ पर गिरे आँसुओं में
दिखती है तेरी आँखें…
अब महफूज़ रखना चाहता हु इन्हे,
ईस रूह के हर कोने में|

समझ ना पाएगी तू,
दुःख से काप उठता हु मैं…
छाती थरथरा उठती है मेरी,
जिंदगी से यूह रूठा हु मैं|

बस…
अल्लाह से अब यही दुआ है मेरी,
रो दे ना दर्द से कभी आँखें तेरी…
सुख की बन सहेली,हरदम मुसकुराते रहे तू,
मुकम्मल हो तेरा जहान|

Lounged beside the window…

with a cup of coco

feeling nostalgic.

‘

Comes the Cloudburst…

Wouldn’t the sun shine?

Because there were monsoons…

When you were mine.

‘

Bestows,the Cloudburst…

A bag of feelings,

A bag of letters…

Which I never wrote to you.

‘

Makes me remember,the Cloudburst…

we sat in our concealment;

Talking our hearts-out…

While the radio played our favorite song.

‘

Oblivious,the Cloudburst…

How messed up my inside is-now,

All I can manage now-is

a blank stare,a bland smile.

‘

The remains of you..

remain untouched.

A prized-possession for now;

Amidst the ruins.

‘

Sways,the Cloudburst…

And slays the anguish…

Washes away the debris;

My woes languish.

‘

Aftermath,

‘

My tears cried;

I disowned them.

My cries died…

Healed,the mayhem.

‘

Period.

In a state of peril and pain

Do you give in to fall?

Like a candle in a hurricane

Do you squirm to stand tall?

The mirror of future

Shows a blurred reflection…

The little shrub you nurtured;

Why do you want to scorch it?

You find your opinions hampered

By the untrue words on the streets;

And become one of the many

Who dance to the same beats…

Living someone else’s life

with your name on their door

Learning how to let go,

Which ever way the wind blows

and keeping in dark

what you always pined for.

A star in the city skies..

an eye didn’t even see,

Now flow through the lows and highs…

Reminisce about all you could be.

So take off these jackets;

and fly towards the battleground.

Success will kiss your feet soon,

as the lord plays the drumroll.

A bundle of joy,

Is what we used to call him then;

We found him in the garden one early morning when,

Eyes closed tight and a face of the size of my palm;

His presence itself lighted up the realm…

Everyone who saw him would bless their existence!

He was such an adorable little thing.

As days passed by and seasons came and went,

The playful puppy was named Blubin,whatever the word meant,

As Blubin felt homely,in our blue dustbin,

Water-blue coloured it was;cylindrical and made of tin.

Black spots around the shiny black eyes,

Would leave everyone who passed by,completely hypnotized…

The tiny brown nose,would scan everything seen around;

And one day,he was gone.

HE WAS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.

Everyone in the family felt his absence,

The barks,the squeaks,things that didn’t even make sense;

were so full of life,so heartfelt,

that every single worry,would burn down and melt.

Then something happened,that never should have happened.

Something so dark,that everything white blackened.

We found him on the road,

Bleeding and mowed,

With folded legs held upright,

It was such a disturbing sight;

The tongue had rolled out,

He was lifeless throughout.

The day he died,

Every single individual cried,

With no emotions to hide;

We had to bid him goodbye.

It was not supposed to end like this!!

How could sorrow overshadow such a bliss…

This painful fact still fails to settle inside me,

That even I’ll have to leave like Blubin someday,

You’d agree.

So,here I resolve that however dreadful be the day,

I’ll keep living my life large;right throughout the way,

As death will come,I’ll welcome;

But will never stop spreading joy till that very day..

Whatever be the god,The almighty has to say.