Head & Heart

Head throbbing
Consistently
In tandem
With my heartbeat

Rarely does my head
goes with my heart...

Labour Of Love

What could have been

Saved in time

If only things were

Done in time

Now demands much

More effort

A lot more action and

Less of words

Waking up at the

Eleventh hour

A little before the

Milk turns sour

Does not make for

A good cream

Sleeping away life

Into a dream

Promises can never

Build a life

When broken it can

Ruin a life

Real work has only

Just begun

Earn back the trust

That’s burnt

No place in love for

‘What if?’

Love is all about

What is…

Build a bridge for

Love to cross

Think not of the

Gain or loss

Toil away earnestly in

Love’s labour

Soon things will turn in

Your favour

Patience will wait for

Love to triumph

Courage will see it through

Till the end

On the other side you will

See her smile

But for now, you need to

Work a while

Regret

(Changi Beach, Singapore. Clicked by my brother)

Old friend,

Your regret walks with me

On days when I am alone.

Most days I pretend

To not care at all

Most days I live

Like I could bear it all

But on days

When company is sparse

And Time - an enemy

I miss your presence

Your smile

Your laugh

I miss the ‘me’

When I was with you

And the way

You made me feel.

Soon I hit

An abysmal low

Sinking deep

Feeling hollow

Old friend,

Your regret still lives with me

Reminding me of what I have lost.

Love That Consumes...

[Ian Somerhalder (Damon), Nina Dobrev (Elena) in Vampire Diaries]

Wired not to feel

To turn it off at will

No strings too strong to attach

At the end of the line

Nothing left behind

No remorse or regret in my heart

If it was hope I couldn’t say

When you came my way

Something in me was born again

I saw it in your smile

I had waited a long while

For a reason to feel alive again

Fighting my own desire

Burning in my own fire

Longing for it all to begin again

Wonder if we ever learn!

Controlled by what we yearn

Falling apart... picking up the pieces

Resigning to my destiny

Surrendering to what will be

Letting life take its own turns

Flowing through my veins

For an eternity I’ll remain

Consumed by your love in me

Reason To Be

(Image courtesy: bplusmovieblog.com)

When you observe beyond the obvious

So much more you can see

There’s a reason for you to be

If you are born, then you play a part

Nothing in life is ever in vain

No happiness and no pain

Things don’t always stay the same

Some days are clear to you

Others leave you feeling blue

What is broken is not always a waste

A twitch here, a tuck there

Soon it’s fixed with a little care

A simple plan with complex network

Life is a genius work of art

Each unit crucial for it to start

Hope is knowing, you serve a purpose

No matter how big or small

There is something for us all

Of Words and Wisdom

Of wanting nothing

But the very best

For all the rest

Yet be happy

With a humble me

No pride and no glory

Of fulfilling wishes

Of the lost souls

And near ones

Yet be content

With just a few dreams

For me to conquer

Of aching desires

Futility of pursuing

Frustrations ensuing

Yet be hopeful

Of all things good

To bear good fruits

Of the underlying meaning

Life hides within

Masks upon masks

Yet be reminded

Every once in a while

Everything can be broken

Slumber

(Image courtesy: lifehousetheater)

Shadows stretching
Reaching for the night

Basking in the warmth

Of the remaining sunlight

Thoughts sink in

And soon I am lost

....

Writing stories

Living fables

Plucking fruits

Throwing marbles

Running free

Walking slow

Playing games

Hunting arrows

...

Honking cars,

from my slumber,

They wake me up

And I am back to watching

The ants crawling

On pavements grey

Hope Still Breathes...

(Candlelight march for Harvey Milk; Image courtesy: sanfranciscosentinel)

Thousand Lights Burning Bright

Streets walking Hearts Mourning

They say Hope was killed Today

Tearful Faces in Cold embraces

Pain Numbing Hearts Aching

Silence is shouting Outloud

No Punishment being Different

Hearts loving Hearts breaking

True Love has No Gender at all

Free to Live to Choose to Give

Freedom in Hearts’ Kingdom

A Simple Life to call Our Own

Dreams dream Fall out of steam

Some last Some are just outcast

There is Always a Price to Pay

A Life lost is Not Less than Most

What remains A Weakening Pain

Yet we walk on, Not All is Gone

Candles flicker Flowing Together

Hope Still breathes Hearts Believe

Hope has Learned to Walk Today

Restless

(Image courtesy: throughtg.wordpress.com)

Restless thoughts, come and go

Fear of light, bright and yellow

Unmade beds, sunken pillows

Each day my loneliness grows

Summer memories, Winter rain

Wrinkled mirror, wringing pain

Creaky doors, stained windows

Starving nights, devouring shadows

Eternal wait, living endless lives

Stabbing stakes, cutting knives

Salvation was once my only dream

In your hazel eyes, I saw it gleam

Blooming grasses, blueberries ripe,

Glowing sun, a wonderful life

Can it be easier to forget?

Longing for things we can never get

Exiled existence, sheltering curse

Soulless wound, I still nurse

Standing toes, resting heels

No escaping the spinning wheel

One cycle ends, another begins

Crawling skin, the teeth sinks in 

Soon the day ends, darkness shines

Breaking thoughts, crossing lines

Winter

(Illustration by me)

Shrinking heads in shrouds
Leaving aching souls and hearts
Cold-blooded Winter.

Heart Matters

(Illustration by me)

Matters of the heart
Unheeded and unresolved
Leave behind... scars deep

जीवन सार

सुस्त दोपहर
पीपल के छाव में
नर्म धूप सेकना

लहराती, नाचती
किरणों के जाल में
हरी पत्तियां

देख-देख उन्हें
पलकों का मेरे
सपनें बुनना

वह सुबह-शाम
नन्हीं अठखलियों  से
गूंजता आंगन

न होना पता
क्या हैं परेशानियाँ?
चिंता क्या? 

अब इस दौड़ में
है मुश्किल मिलना
फुर्सत ऐसी

है खुशकिस्मती
दो पल जो मिल जाए
चैन भरी

उदास है दिल
कुछ कह गया जैसे
डूबता सूरज

जो बीत गया
है वह भी अपना
फिर खोया क्या?

ज़िन्दगी जैसे
एक कशमकश है
आज और कल की

शाम होते-होते
निकले सभी घर की ओर
और तन्हा मैं

रात होने पर
सपनों से उठकर
हम भी चले

सरल जीवन (Simple Life)

(Shillong; view from my balcony)

एक सरल जीवन -
सच है या एक परछाई?
शायद एक आस है

सिरहाने मेरे

(Illustration by me)

सिरहाने मेरे कुछ ख़्वाब रहा करते हैं
मेरे सो जाने पर मुझसे मिला करते हैं
सुबह उन्हें, कभी भूल जाऊं मैं अगर
कई रातें मुझसे रूठा करते हैं


जानी-पहचानी गलियों से गुज़रना
छूते हुए हाथों को पकड़ना
न होना होश गिरने-संभलने का
बेफिक्र नन्हे क़दमों से यूं चलना


कई बेजान लम्हों का मिलना दोबारा
भरे हुए ज़ख्मों का छिलना दोबारा
थी चाह फिर जीने की पर मुमकिन नहीं
सूखे हुए फूलों का खिलना दोबारा


ज़िन्दगी की हलचल में तन्हाई भी शोर हें
ख़्वाबों के रास्ते ले चलते कही और हैं
माना की निगाहों में मंज़िलो का पता हें
पर किस्मत के आगे हर कोई कमज़ोर हें


सिरहाने मेरे कुछ ख़्वाब रहा करते हैं
मेरे सो जाने पर मुझसे मिला करते हैं
शायद ये ख़्वाब मेरे मुझसे कुछ कहते हैं
मेरे सिरहाने इसलिए वो रहते हैं


(thanks to all for their help)