Sunday, November 14, 2010

time

I couldn't know...
how it travelled
time as we call it
one big chunk of it
is spent without you
longing for you
and yet another
will be spent
without being with you
the time I spent with you
was big... and yet it wasn't enough
the time I spend longing
isn't so big... but seems unending
such is the play of time

Sunday, September 26, 2010

:)


This fast moving life…

I seem to have lost…

The track of change…

Rising late is sin…

Even on Sunday…

I run to catch you…

And you run away…

And yet we seem to be

Running towards each other…

They say that is the way…

Monday, July 5, 2010

new youth


i like the smell of paint
and the newly painted
yet to mature
like those tender years

between those desired and undesired impressions
waiting to find expressions
every touch every unintended encounter
leaves work for a lot many touch ups
yet
the scars will show when in bright light

i like the smell of newly painted
like the smell of new youth
to be preserved and protected...

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

monsoon



this is my third monsoon in Mumbai... and i guess i have come to terms with this city...
its uncleaned ways... and its ways to welcome rains with the worst potholes ... road blocks and traffic jams...
say whatever do whatever... rains have amazing quality to heal your soul...
i was congratulated in the middle of the night by the guy as soon as the first blop of rain came rushing towards the mumbai land...
i guess the guy is also coming to terms with my obsessions with rains...
all smiles...

Saturday, March 6, 2010

wishful



I wonder if you kept

Some little parts of your existence

Wrapped in the soft cover…

Those that felt so nice to touch

Unexposed to this world of many…

Expecting me to come to them …

When they are new and naïve

The tonal difference

So gradual yet sudden stark

Clearly exhibiting untanned… cured

From …Tanned and expose

Untouched from this worldly malign

Pure and wrapped in white…

Oh they felt so mine…

But that was just too wishful…

And yes you dare to bare

Exposing every bit …

To the smallest pilus…

Not to wonder…

How u evenly tanned…

Let me get more wishful…

And hope to find …

A road that you travelled alone

An unexplored flavor of tea

A new excitement of edge of seat…

And then I wish to share

Everything new… on your flair

And yes I will wait…

For the new growth…

From this shiny waxed skin…

Friday, February 12, 2010

no more


crome and gold that found the flow
the rim so red and pink that glow
slow it was to start, fast it was to grow
from deep blue to purple to the very cyan
it was there to be it seem but it was to go

i wonder , admired and wished to share
as you flew, fast by me in fright of being late

Alas! there are no mornings, noons , 
eves or late nights to hold...
no more are we have time or eyes 
to mark the changes so vivd and bold...