Be Alive

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Yes Gujarat, here we are,
To add to the bling of the Western Star!
And to breathe a bit of the Western flower!

To be mesmerized with its hues and color!
To feel the Whiff of Gandhian valor.

To dance and merry in your Ghagra Choli
To relish your world Famous Fafra Jalebi!

To touch and feel NAMO’s Apno state,
A destination that changes business fate.

To see the Camels marching in the white Sands,
To witness the gorgeous Desert lands.

To dwell in the moonlight, and lazy in the tent,
Where peace and Jazz can together be felt.

To Dream about nothing with open eyes…
To re-visit my Life and answer all the Why’s!

To Bond with myself and Friends alike
To Create memories, and once again BE ALIVE!

It was always you

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It’s you who has taken a decision
which I was never a part of

It’s you who thought I am not worth of
what I desire for

I remember the day when you said
you wanted out

I remember me juggling for answers
which I had no questions for

I wonder if it was time or if it was fair on me
or was it only you

I wonder how you left with
no looking back too

For a minute I wondered if it was a dream,
I kept pinching myself with no self esteem

How could I ever let you incharge of my life,
when I knew people always leave me behind

The Promise

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As the moon shone on to its full delight,
She held on to him, hands clasped tight…
They walked on and on as time flew by,
Tears streaming, he wished she didn’t die,
Fighting her emotions, she wiped his eyes…
“I’ll be there, twinkling up in the skies…”
Braving a smile, she assured her love,
Heart aching yet she pretended tough!

“Baby, promise me you’ll find a new love…”
“You are leaving me alone, isn’t the pain enough?!”
Life was small yet she felt truly blessed…
For a guy, who loved her to pieces and shreds,
If given a choice, besides him, she would forever lie.
But more then often life hardly does comply!
One day, when she finally lay on her deathbed,
She brought up the request, his hand on her head…
“Baby, swear upon me, you’ll find a new love…”
“Its OK sweets, your memories are enough…”
“Wouldn’t you fulfill my last dying wish?”

Her words did make his tears unleash…
Days later, when her body, besides him, lay…
His heart broke a million pieces, that day!
Years later, as he caressed ‘her’ hair…
Remembering the promise, he was made to swear,
He kept his promise as she had said,
Sitting besides his ‘girl’, he kissed her head…
“Which is mom?” she asked munching a pie…
“The brightest star, twinkling up in the sky!!”

Life is often a hard choice…
Love appears fake…
But among a dozen cheaters there’s that one guy
Who’ll make you believe that true love exists…
Just like this guy who adopted a child and
Decided to share his love with her… his daughter!

Surrender

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Holding rusted memories
In my palm, I look into
The mirror of my poems
The mirror smiles away my lament

A second look
Into the mirror and
I smile away the mirror’s lament,
Of time racing past
Leaving only a barren trail behind

I, my poem and a new emerging I
Now grief, solace and strength
Resume our search
For a slice of happiness
Only to dissolve
In the flow of life
Alongside barren lands

A thousand moons hence
We continue to remain
The progeny of time

Do they know that we love them?

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Why is it that the people we love the most,
never really know that we love them the most?
There’s not even a bit of flattery or exaggeration that I’m saying this. Period.
You’re not the sum of all the moments that we have lived or
the number of stretch marks on my skin.

You’re much more than it.
You’re a lot of things.
You’re kinda like the map to my home
which I so desperate want to get to after a tiresome day full of work
just because I know I’ll be all secure and safe.
I’ll have a good rest and I’ll be all cheerful and happy being inside it.
You’re probably, undoubtedly much more precious than my faded denims.
Because, that’s the only piece of clothe I’m most comfortable with.

You’re my confidante, my disparity,
Someone more than just a friend but not an enemy.
My poem, my song,
My favorite cup of cold coffee, all bitter and warm.
Not the number of unread messages, not the silly write-ups that has been ignored.
That favorite human with the most seductive smell,
And that suffocating panda hug, which is the most loveliest of all.
The screenshots that I usually read twice a day,
and those numerous photos that makes my phone’s screen slobbed with truckloads of kisses.
You’re a favorite thought and a comforting place like home.

Boundlessly fascinating.
Unconventional yet, charming.
There’s some kind of joy in leaving or maybe, in the thought of leaving.
What urges people to leave so much?
Maybe because, we get tired of loving the same person for too long, and too much.
Or is it because, the heart is unable to take the ignorance we seek to keep at bay?
Ignorance was never an option yet, love wins everything over.
You’re smart and basically, all good things.
You’re someone, I don’t have to paraphrase my thoughts to.
You’re my type of familiarity and comfort, in a world of strange faces and fragile egos.
Sometimes it’s too late to mend things up
but thank you for making me believe that it’s never too late to start over again
and making sure that I’m okay.

You define and undefine and redefine every human relation that is ever possible to exchange love.
You’re about all those little pamper and stuff with abundance of love.
People change but remains the same, simultaneously.
I love you, without any punctuation.
Some less arguments and more love, please?
But then, where do you find the love in leaving?!
They say the mind is something that wanders.
Yet the same way, the heart is easily deceived and knows nothing at all.
The home is where the heart is.
Here and now, I hope you’re one keeps beating.

Splendid and joyous what it was til the very time.
A streak of hope is what keeps a trail of the lost camaraderie.
Don’t look much for the beauty in the misery,
Death is peaceful, serene. But dying, isn’t!
With all that is said and done,
I hope you find peace within.
Much of what is left and unexpressed,
I hope you get to know that,
you’re someone’s most favorite thing,
you’re loved the most, remember it.

Tainted Flight

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I rise upwards, set for the sky
But the chains clip me; failing another try
I look around, the room is bare
My wrists bleed from the cuffs they share
A drop trickles down, embracing the ground
The splash I hear deafens every sound
I look up at my dreams, they extend their hands
But the despair around me just expands

A blinding flash and a sweet siren
An angel descends amidst my silent mayhem
“You have done your part, scars cover your heart and now its time for a new start”
As she sings a foreign melody
The room around me disappears
And so does my misery

A new prison but without the chains
Anything is better than going there again
A key is given, the one to my ardor
My confidence is back, and I drift no farther
I smile this time, surrounded by soldiers
Who just like me, did endure the coaster
A pair of wings; sprouting
I soar the paradise, destiny is astounding
These joyful moments, sure will pass
But this time, I am not just another piece of glass

On one table- Incommunicado!

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Together, on one table,
But not so together.
Stooped forward,
Plugged into a surreal world,
Distant from reality.
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Look, we are on one table together
Though not so together.
I am lost…
Deep and deeper than ever,
Somewhere in the recesses of my black 5 inch HD screen
With our smartphones getting smart, smarter and smarter-er
I see our memories of being together getting faint, fainter and fainter-er
Somehow, I fail to remember
The last time we held hands
Or the time when you clasped me tight in your arms
I fail to remember the last time we sat together and actually LOL-ed
Or the time when I said something and you gave your approving nod.
But, I remember the day you first texted me a “Hi!”
And the day you posted a picture of you eating an apple pie
I remember the day I posted a comment
And you were the first one to reply back with a long statement
I also remember the day you sent me a heart emoji
And I was upset it was yellow and not red
I remember the day we became friends on FB
And my heart wasn’t for a moment steady!
I’ve been typing this long long message for all that long
And I find it all entirely wrong
Because we’ve been sitting on the same table for an hour or more
Without a word to say it all.

Come back to me, my little bee

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My child’s giggle along with elusive language
And subtle gestures were hard enough to judge
Nevertheless, without uttering a single word
He transported me into a joyful fantasy world

Where I’d forgotten all my sorrows that are deep
My child was a treasure; I’ve memories to keep
As he grew up, he flew away to get his life’s best
Just like, grown up birds never rest in their nest

Time is so brutal that it made my child forget me
Left alone, I crave for the voice of my sweet little bee
Life might have fetched him many special persons
But, It is I who love him perpetually with no reasons…

Beyond The Shadows

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Days come and go all the same,
Their futility rivaled only by the emptiness
Of the nights that soon entail
Bringing along shadows,
Both companions and witness
To the ordeal we face
Beyond the shadows, into the dark
Is wherein fears reign
Monarch to minds- yours and mine
And wasn’t fear always an aphrodisiac to pain?
Beyond the shadows, into the dark
Lies the Garden of Death, resplendent
Where you’ve never been.
One wonders now, if the shadows are keepers
Of myriad mysteries, the kind we’ve never seen.

A Sudden Meeting

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A Sudden Meeting (Translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s poem)

I met her in train all of a sudden
Never I thought it would ever happen.

Previously, again and again I saw her
Clad in sari red in colour
As red as pomegranate flower.

Today black silk is her dress
The aanchal on her head stays
Encircling champalike fair slim face.

She had created a long distance, I felt,
Around her person’s private belt,

That up to the farthest corner of mustard field extends
And to the deep blue of the shawl forest distends.

My heart came to a standstill manner
The known one I saw in gravity of stranger.

Suddenly she kept the newspaper
And I was genuflected by her.

There opened up the process of social interaction
And we started the conversation—
How’re you, how’s your family going on and so on.

Her glance was through the window outward set
As if glance overcame infliction of days intimate.

She, to a few, in short, replied
To some she completely denied.

Her hand’s restlessness made me realize
Why these words, to keep silent is rather wise.

I was on another bench with her group members
Once she told me to come closer, by sign of fingers.

I thought, not a less courageous wench
Then I sat beside her on the same bench.

Camouflaged in the train’s noise
She said in a low, timid voice,

Don’t you please mind
To waste the time where can one find?

I’ll have to detrain at next station, as I bechance
And towards a distant place you will advance
To meet each other we’ll never get chance.

So the reply to the question so long did itself conceal
I want from your lips; will you honestly reveal?
I replied, “Yes I will.”

Fixing her eyes at the sky outside, she demanded answer,
“Have the bygone days of ours really gone forever,
Isn’t there left a little share?

I kept silent for a while and then said to her
“All nocturnal stars stay under diurnal luster.”

I felt a hesitation, did I artificially utter?
She said, “Stop, now go you there.”

All got down at next station
I alone was in motion.

Prostrate Men

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The smoke had left the ground,
There was no move, no sound.
The mastiff rose with a high chest,
To find its dead master in earnest.
The aura brought the smell of destruction,
The mastiff moved forward with adoration.
It had, at last, its master found,
Lying lifeless on the damaged ground.
There were thousands of men paying penalty to dead,
All died for their country to get their history made.
There were lakhs of battle men terminated,
Fought for their national feelings to get ventilated.
Every soul became sad as besmirch had got their nation,
But now, every dying heart knew, war was not the solution.
No victors, no vanquished,
To speak of pride, so childish.
The robust dog thought, God, why this war?
You have taken their lives fixed in a deadly jar.
Men were fighting for their own mother nature,
To lose their only lives like forest creatures.
Again the mastiff rose with a tear in its eye,
And asked the question as to its depression – why?
It had its evening for its master in moan,
And started its maiden journey sad alone.

Illumination

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Journey through metamorphosis has left me spell bound,
Evolution materialistically has been a constant hound!

Unending race with and against time,
Gravity had shifted from what was prime!

Cages around me changed shapes and sizes,
Garments wrapped in accordance to prizes!

Layer after layer buried all illumination into ‘dusk’
Reality lost to virtual, perfumes covered by musk!

Hurt, pitied, Healed and nursed,
Everything so shallow but thought well-versed!

Intoxicated and high with love, once tumbled deep into self,
Deeper the excavation, faster the realization that remained (so far) on shelf!

Breaking free from self imposed shackles of emotions,
Soul settles at ‘dusk’, the cages, the garments, the layers… vanish, banish all notions!

The ‘dusk’ stands illuminated from all myths and erosion,
Immunity towards all ‘hurts’ without confusion!

Assaults have been on the garment ed cage,
Blood runs from the buried layers of rage!

‘Dusk’ is pure as it used to be,
Pity the souls unable to lead,
The book is open for all to read,
Literature is sublime, illiteracy the only crime which has nothing but guilt to plead!

Devised

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A silent storm
Behind the deceiving skies
Shimmer in the air
Life’s a lie
Secrets of death
Inevitable to be
The glamour shits them all
Our eyes can’t see
Blind machines
These frames so devised
This world of glass
Every reflection comes to life
A maze in my brain
With shades of grey
Running hay weird
Can’t find my way
It all comes into being
From where we originate
A journey of voids
Human’s faith
Leave it all here
It’s moving you need to be
Millions of software
A wicked reality

Erotomania Unknown!

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My heart melts
At your sight
Your bright eyes
Is a sight to behold

Your beauty is disarming
Words can’t describe
Your silhouette in moonlight
As your silky locks dance to the arial aria!!

Loving you is a sin
I know we can’t be together
Can’t think of anything but you
Your sight’s my prayer

I don’t know what the future
Holds for you and for me
You belong to someone else
But I stay obsessed for thee

When your hands touched mine
Though You don’t remember it
Is a constant reminder of my madness
Though I wanna forget it

Loving you is not a choice
It is now a flow of emotions
Loving you is a sin
A poison, a desperate dream.

My Erotomania unknown to you
Is what it’ll all finally be
A dream of lost love, a penance forced
My soul longs for you… eternally

Emptiness – Random Thought

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Within the four walls I live.
My sorrows, my joys, my cheer here all I share I grief.
Sometimes pain I need to belief-
Sometimes fact I need to forsake or leave.
Within the four walls I live.

Colours I may like many but-
I always find me lonely,
Distracted I am to the darker shade.
Likes are disappearing and happiness seems to fade.
Give me some space I need to breathe!
Give me some space I need to breathe!

Companion I yearn…
In short span of life I have learned
Forbidden is love–
To forsake is tough!
Life, not a bed of roses,
Options are few, rare are the choices.
Agony within, frustrated thousand voices!
I am growing sick I want peace-
Within the four walls I live.