Love story

7 January 2010 at 00:09

Back in 1992
In a playground
A boy meets a girl
Unknown to each other
Amidst a crowd
They fall in love

Heartaches soon follow
Captured in the travails of love
Its twists and turns
With weeping hearts
They fall apart
Only to find love again


Yes love they found
In troubled times
Turbulent as it can be
Defying norms and certainties
Together they dreamt
Of a life unknown

Their spirits soar
Like an unicorn
As they look back today
Glimpses of past
Protected in an enveloping mist

This Love story of 1992
Saw many a winter pass by
And monsoon rain
Yet it stood like the lone leaf in a tree
Withstanding time and eternity

Back in 1992
In a playground
A boy meets a girl
Unknown to each other
Amidst a crowd
They fall in love

A child's tale

15 January 2010 at 21:38

Mother, I am afraid of the dark

Afraid of these dirty hands that touch me

Afraid of these  preying, piercing eyes

Afraid of this  life thats mine

Be brave my child, be brave!

You are my beautiful flower

My  own universe

You are your mother's daughter

Your siblings  hope

Mother, I am defiled

The scars are burning

Bathe me in your fragrant love

Remove this stench of my putrid soul

Please, put me to sleep

Hush my child, hush!

You are my shining star

My rose, my darling angel

Come, I will sing you life's lullaby

And kiss away your wounds

Have faith, your pain is also mine

Mother, I am afraid of the mirror

Of the light that shows my ugliness

Of  the pain that will never heal

Of the tree that will never bloom 

Please hold me in your eternal embrace 

I am just a child

P.S: This poem is a catharsis to my interaction with young girls who have been victim of human trafficking and subsequent abuse. I had the unhappy experience of documenting their story and was really taken aback at the enormity of this inhuman crime.

Nothing matters

31 December 2009 at 03:15

Take away your first look
Take away the first rain
Take away your first kiss
Take away our first ride together
Leave me nothing
But you can’t take away the love

I won’t wait
I won’t cry
I won’t call you hundred times
I won’t forgive nor forget
But I will let you go

Call it my ego
Call it my love
Call it all names
Call it my selfishness
I will cry but all alone


Take away all those memories
Take away all those longings
Take away all the laughter
Take away our first night together
Take away those letters
Leave me nothing
But you can’t take away the love 

Journey

23 January 2010 at 04:24

A blue scarved sky
And a glistening sun
Followed the journey
Of four souls
The car raced with the wind
As they rode
In different chords
The voices of four sang ‘hosanna oh oh’

Music, action and camera
Laughter, sneer and jokes
Filled the whistling woods
As they took the beaten roads
In different chords
The voices of four sang ‘welcome to the hotel california’

Cow laden meadows
Tall, leafless trees
A silent valley
Gazed at the four
With not a care on their minds
In different chords
The voices of four sang ‘stuck in a moment’

Memories they will be
Sweet endearing ones
Of a year gone by
Of a year yet to come
In different chords
The voices of four sang ‘’Here I am, this is me’
Happy to be lost in a neverland 

Second poem recited at the Caferati, Open Mike at Habitat Centre, New Delhi

 Nemesis

Who sits there? 

In the dark webbed corner

Looks like my insolent wife

But why is she draped in all white

You, old childless hag

How dare you not put my colour

On the shriveled parting of your hair

Your unbearable smell

Your impaled hair

Your heavy shapeless shadow

Even shrouds the moon

  

I ache, for that golden one’s

Pink, jasmine scented chiseled bosom

Those glorious rose lips

That gives me life

My lord, for 15 years, yes 15 years

I honeyed my pain

My youth fed your hunger

My body was your bonded slave

I laced your life with my smell

Sheltered your empty lustful seeds

After those, 15 years, yes 15 years

You gifted marks on my body

Like a beast you trashed me

Our bedroom became a whore’s house

And my ears rocked with her moans

I sat in that dark webbed corner

Waiting to be called

Like a withered tree

I was left to rot

I shrunk and died that very day

Yes sir, in this dark webbed corner

I was born again into a glistening light

Now you dare to claim your right

I don’t need a wimp to colour my hair

I have lit the pyres and mourned your death

30 April 2011

Prologue

Donning the olive green
Lines running deep in pride
Those steely eyes
Hiding a thousand stories

Riding the grey beast
Burden of losses and joy
Those steady hands
Hoarding a million memories

Striding  the vast mountains
Breaths of unknown wonder
Those half smiles
Yearning for a forlorn life

Traversing many a roles
A son, a husband, a father
Those boyish grins
Masking the forgotten ache