To unnamed love - reprise

Where do they find refuge today, your lips

Where do they rest? Who do they seek?

Who do they obey?

They have recollections for sure

Of time spent within four walls which bear testimony

To agony, ecstasy, pain, tears, fears, skin, sweat, dreams… love.

Too late you say,

But memories remain.

Memories which are tattooed on our lips..


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My epitaph

... and when I die

let flowers grow wild

on my grave and be my epitaph.

Let them sway to the breeze and to words whispered

Let lovers meet and never be judged

Let no tears be shed but just your songs be heard.

To unnamed love

It’s too late you say

Tomorrow you will be on your way,

But hey,

Tomorrow is another day

Can’t you just look my way today?

Take me in your arms and just stay?

Can’t you give me one last chance to make things right

I won’t fight

I swear I won’t hurt or humiliate

But my love it’s too late

You say

Tomorrow in someone else’s arm you will be on your way.

Who is to say what will become of me

Can’t you feel my pain can’t you see

That I am down on my knee

Begging you please can’t you give me one last chance to make things right

I won’t fight

I swear I won’t hurt or humiliate

But my love it’s too late

You say

Tomorrow in someone else’s arm you will be on your way.

But can I beg you to stay?

15th day of May

Sadness drips all night into my veins from these walls

These walls from before a time that this house became a home.

A home with a couple of faces, furnitures and a bed

A bed which has soaked semen and tears, more tears than semen.

Lustfully I am caressed by a cold depression

A cold depression which starts from the heart and engages in a debate with the head.

The head turns blind while the heart screams in labour pain

Pain that is primordial and pure, more pure but no less primordial.

15th day of May a day sadder than sadness, more depressing than depression

Depression which starts from the heart and engages in a debate with the head.

Head full of memories, bed full of semen and tears, heart full of pain

Pain that is primordial and pure, more pure but no less primordial.

Ode to Demo-crazy

You believe that this fascist will make things better

 So you have coloured your finger

Taken a selfie and posted on Twitter

Feeling proud having exercised your right as a voter.

Change, development,

Progress and empowerment

You love to hear them, so they are spoken about often

While millions get siphoned off quietly like death entering a coffin.

One who cares, dares,

But gets slapped on the face climbing down the stairs

In an ancient city lined with 33 crore gods

Better senses will prevail, but what are the odds?

Meanwhile beyond the mountain and the jungle, bullets fly

Fathers die

Mothers raped and hung to dry

Children cry.

Fly away...

North, South, East, West or perhaps

further to the south of oblivion, further.. further…

In vain we try to unravel your mystery

today 239 Icaruses have found their wings.

Closer to the Sun, further .. further from pain.

Fly away MH 370.

Being busy

Here is the thing... I think that I am possibly the only person on earth atleast in the professional world who has ample time. I always had and I am sure I always will have time. I somehow don't trust people who are always busy with work. I mean how much work can there be in a person's life? I know it is cliched but it either means you are lying /pretending or you are extremely lousy at managing time. I would assign equal weightage to both.  

I mean most of us are either selling coffee or lozenges or instant noodles or toilet cleaners or selling some crap 'concept' on the digital platform which nobody cares about... 99% of us are not trying to find a cure for cancer or aids or saving peoples live in a war zone. No body for sure is changing the world...atleast none amongst us. I cannot for the life of it comprehend what this huge work load that most people claim to be shouldering is. What is it that you are trying to achieve and at what cost? your own life, your hobbies and interests, your family and most obviously all this for a paltry sum of money... I know what most of these people earn anyways. 

Apart from the obvious reasons as mentioned above, I think it has also got to do with people trying to give themselves self importance or worse trying to run away from more important tings in life like friends and family for whatever reasons. Trust me over a period of time you will realise that " ten years have got behind you no one told you when to run you've missed the starting gun" etc. Your friends and family will move on too!!

So stop being busy and start living life!