No, my night. Please don't

My night, you are the succour to the tired

The bewitching goddess for the fatigued

Where the fake stars accept their sham at your altar

You, the calm witness to the struggles of the spirit

You, the bold company of the lonely souls

And you my night, why do you chase the Sun?

The lowly Sun that only bestows fake masks

The inhibitions of timidity are all what the Sun presents

Sun is a world different from yours

Curious you may be; but chasing the Sun for what?

What has the Sun got that completes the night?

The Sun is what devours your soul

Undoes every bit of peace you caressed

The breeze you tendered becomes a brickfielder

The shams you undressed again get decked up

Isn't it below your essence to chase such a fraudster?

The sinners of the day don’t deserve your love

The respect of your friends; does it count for nought

For, what is a night that surrenders to a day

Chase, if you must. Chase the depths of your soul

Where is your self-respect? My dear night.

My heart cries for you my night!

I Love You, my night

To the night I speak

What do you hide that I don't know?

I know your fears; I know your secrets

Your twinkling smile I ask

What do you conceal that I can't read?

I read your joys; I read your fun

In your silence I wonder

What sounds you suppress that I can't hear?

I hear your moods; hear your anger

In the thick of your presence

What is the darkness that I can't tame?

I tame your worries; channel your vices

In the depths of your stare

What do you want that I don't have?

I have the love; I have the eyes

Here I am, the cicada singing for you

That glow-worm is me tickling your gaze

I am also the wolf howl announcing your moods

Slithering snake for you protecting your honour

The mist is my sweat missing you as sun arrives

Moon, my dear Moon

I keep waiting for you to arrive 

Keep waiting through the day for the night to set in 

The clouds when in their playful mood blanket the Sun, I get excited you are about to appear 

I keep waiting for the Sun to depart


I keep waiting for you to arrive 

Keep waiting for the night to catch your gaze 

The stories in your absence; I keep framing how to tell you what events occurred 

I keep thinking of you, my dear Moon and what you will ask of me


When you do arrive; you come along with those twinkling stars 

And keep chatting with the stars; jesting, jostling with their tinsels 

I know, you are the heavenly moon; stars are your company in the sky 

Did you know, you are closer to me than to any of those fake twinklers


I get jealous of the stars and I did try for a while to twinkle like them 

But I am not a star, I am Earthy mortal with intense life 

And you are not a star either; shine you may but you are not a star 

And you know, I am closer to you than any of those fake twinklers can be

zaroorat nahi

mera dil mujhse kehta hai ki meri zaroorat nahi use

na mere fikr ki na mere khayal ki

hawa ka jhoka sa woh dhadakta hai 

mera fikr hawa ko chedta hai, mera khayal use baandhta hai

mera dil mujhse kehta hai meri zaroorat nahi use

na mere dakhal ki na mere byaan ki

sawaal-hajaar sa woh dhadakta hai

mera dakhal sawal ka nafrat, mere byan sawal ka ghontna

mera dil mujhse kehta hai meri zaroorat nahi use

na mere soorat ki na mere zubaan ki

parinde sa woh dhadakta hai

meri soorat zamin pe kheenche, meri zubaan pankh ko jakde

mera dil mujhse kehta hai meri zaroorat nahi use

na is zamane ki, na mere vajud ki

aazaad sa woh dhadakta hai

zamane yuhi takrata hai, meri vajud aise hi tok ta hai 

You can invite me!

When you feel like visiting a cafe. Sit there staring into a book while you sip your hot cuppa

When you feel like walking on the pavement into the woods of nothingness

When you feel like scaling a mount with the sheer love of your sight or the hard trek

When you feel like feeling the sea like you are one with it and stay salting your skin

When you feel like couching and watch lives in a movie and ooze songs and drama as you reflect

When you feel like staring into files and not read anything. Just smelling the mould

When you feel like lying down and let the window show what it feels through the day

When you feel like feeling the floor and staring the ceiling to see the vastness between floor and ceil

When you feel like gazing the clouds through the drizzle and speak the Sun as it lurks

When you feel like blank in the crowd of thoughts and dazzle of worries

When you feel like time for action
In the spring of budding art and deeds

You will love to know there is a friend who feels just the same. May be a call?

Why I Write

How much can a heart hold?

Is it boundless, limitless infinite?

Such emotions swell out of my being

Like the pot is full and can't hold anymore

Force me to hold it all

I may implode in the swelling emotions

Force me to express

I may whistle out; choke on my feelings

Let the thoughts, my pains, my joys

All escape me gracefully as the melting of snow

These my words pour out of my being - bit by bit

I flow out of these on to you, your world - drop by drop

Like the moonlight that wraps the night - you see or not

my words kiss your world – you read or not

So I think

I can't get enough of you!
You can't give much to me
Should make do with what I get
You will do what you will do
What is it inside me pushing me to get little more - crumb by crumb
What is it inside you pushing me away only nudge by nudge
Can devil be cloyed my dear?
Can angel be annoyed my dear?
Devil me is a stay put prick
Angel you is a forever moonlight
Can moonlight soften the prick?
Prick has it to hurt moonlight?
Prick is thirsty in its gory
Moonlight holy in its glory
What is a wound without balm?
What is balm without the wound?
There is joy in wound getting healed
There is a design in balm kissing wound
You see my dear - in the grand scheme of things
I should stay devil and you should stay angel
Deadly wound I shall be
Heavenly balm you shall be
Then, should I not seek more?
Then, should you not give more?
That's the resolve of the lord
And the comment of the prophet

Night View

the night walks through the stray shack
into the night, the night walks
onto the shore the night swims
then sails through the stranded ships
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

the night flies through the clouds
colours the sky in the colours of night
leaps to the stars and gazes at the moon
squeezes the hills in its embrace
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

the night sings to the silence of sleep
dances to the twinkles of the stars
rests on desert sands baked by the sun
kisses the jungles, tickles the grasses
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

the night is restless looking for the day
that dwells on the other side of the Earth
night has the moon, aping sunshine
Is moon the message for the night
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

night can never have the day
yet the sparks fly high when night sees the day
the dawn, the dusk and the eclipse
the night has to die for the day to arrive
searching the missing day, lost sunshine

delayed

There are things I should have said but did not say
unsaid and unheard they dwell in me as if jailed

There are sights you should have seen but did not see
unseen and unwelcome they dwell around you as if a shadow

There are moments we should have shared but did not share
unshared and discarded they are lost in such a way as if found

There are mountains I should have scaled but did not attempt
unscaled and untouched they stare at me as if aloof

There are depths you should have dragged me but did not
unfelt and untouched they pull you down as if quicksand

There are roads we should have taken but did not
untraveled and pending they invite us as if made for us

Yet, there are things I did say and you did hear
Yet, there are sights you have seen and I did point
Yet, there are moments we did share and we did enjoy

Yes, there are mountains unscaled. can't I attempt now? mountains still exist
Yes, there are depths untouched, can't you take me down? the depths unexplored
Yes, there are roads untraveled, can't we begin the journey now? roads still fresh

Day - Night

A day, a sunshine day whispered to the night, the silent night
That a day will come when you will feel the sun
And walked away wishing good bye

Night would say sleepily, hoveringly to the day, the vibrant day
That the Sun will go when you slide into the skyline
And gazed the departing rays, good bye

The day has company. Chirping birds and virile stags on prowl
The night glitters in the twinkle of stars and the song of cicadae

Only the dawn and only the dusk where day meets night

The day longs for night after a fatiguing tinselled show
The night looks to day when its secrets overflow
Its neither the day nor the night when their worlds meet

There lies the hope heralded by the rotund day
There go the whispers that spoke of regards
There stays the night. There stays the day

Sounds of the Sea

The sea sings chorus to the song of the shore
Breeze of the shore, maestro on the podium
The note of music balming all the wrinkles
That charming note is me, my breath of joy
In the kisses from the sea and the passion from the breeze
The breath is mine yet the note transcends me

again again

To turn a new page of a book well-known
To read a new line of a stanza much recited
To write a new word of a sentence by hearted
To utter a new sound of a phrase oft repeated
It's all too expected. Yet, it is told and yet it is done

To witness a new dawn of a shore so familiar
To scale a new peak of a mountain so intimate
To sail a new boat on a sea very close
To take a new step on a road so beaten
It's all too expected. Yet, it is told and yet it is done

For there is a joy that doesn't keep count
And there is a time which is new every time
For there is a view , deeper every sight
And there is a me, different every day
It's all not expected. It's not all expected

puppy love?

This the common slumber doesn't clinch me. I don't let it
Lest I may miss the chance of your banter

This the reasonable blink, my eyes can't have. I hold them
Lest these eyes may lose your wink just in case

These the news of the world don't reach me. I lock them out
Lest they dilute your thoughts that dwell inside

These the friendly talks of my pals. My ears are deprived. I restrain their power
Lest they fail to savour your giggles when they rain 

This air under my wings can never fly me. I suck it out
Lest I land on a branch away from you

This night approaching fast can't hide me. I create lightenings
Lest you may wish to stare at me just in case

These things that I do. I don't ever express. I shut my mouth
Lest you may not reciprocate and hold yourself back

Silence

My silence is my own.
To tell you things I don't speak
For, the speech may not reach you in a gift wrap

There is people staring at these my vocals
The sounds so touch-me-notesque may lose their wit while in transit

Silence is my means to convey sacred glory gems
Isn't it a sin to sing and sully thoughtful lyrics

What I say, secret it is not. Not a gossip fodder also
Such is my silence. Reaching you pure; Untouched pristine holy

This is for you. Only you can hear or let's say feel
This silence is not alone. It has my eyes, your eyes
Nor is it shallow to be overcome by any stray wave.
The depth of cosmos, the breath of time. All held in its grip

This is not a coward fearing every spoken word
Words don't last. The courage of silence does
Shall we think eternity or the momentary kick

Do you want to receive me sans a gift pack
And invite friends to partake in the voice shrill shy
I should keep quiet or you will hear things never meant for you.
My silence is my own. Your own

Court

I sit waiting for my turn to beg.
Yes, there is a queue. A process and and a way
The queue is long, the neighbors are restless
The process is arduous, the decor is all of pomp
The way is sloppy deadly and dark
As you pick my brain through this waiting
I give up on my wish to beg. Let me go, so time can heal
Give it to me, snatch it whatever I have
What else, do what you want to do
Is my mind tender enough for you to pick ?
No, almost dying for want of succour
Yet you will ask. You will poke. You will hold me in limbo.
So yes I admit. can't give up on my wish to beg.
Beggar I am. Beg you to put an end to this

Put pen to paper

To put pen to paper when mind not attentive
Is an art surreal when boredom babbles
As the sounds of speech loiter around
The far away thoughts arrive as guests

The long lost rest knocks at the eyes
Warm assuring breeze caresses the hands
And I take a ride through the cozy unknowns
Present in this absence and absent from the present

Your attention

So, what all to catch your attention
To catch your attention in such a way
That you respond with a smile
Or you react with a question
May be at least a receipt of "noted"

To what end is your attention
To seize your attention is such a thing
Smile is a joy healing my soul
Question is a massage healing my psyche
Notice is a hope endorsing my life

But what magic is your attention
Unknown to your senses, I still exist
In the drought of those smiles, soul still survives
In absence of your queries, mind still mends
But it is the loss of hope that bleeds the heart

As it turns out, it's my attention that's caught
Caught by you and yours that is free
So, is it an attempt - at - revenge to grab your care
Or a show of spirit to salvage a win
Rocks that refuse to flow. Sea that refuses to hold

Take my pen away

Take my pen away

I long to write what I feel about you

I may also write what I assume myself

And you may like what I write

Yet, you should not know it in ink on paper

I should not use paper to vent

Take my pen away

I have inhibitions. I don’t need to preserve

What about shyness that you flaunt on my paper

And you may like what I write

Yet, you should know it only in abstract

I should hold things close to my chest

Take my pen away

For I have reflections begging to leave my body

You hold mirror catching every ray

And you may like what I write

Yet, you should not see my heart naked

I should guard our shared castle

Take my pen away

I fancy the sea to dance in my waves

While the veil of clouds adorns your moon

And you may like what I write

Yet, you should let the night hold sway

I should have my sea respect the beach