It's an old love

Love happened

When it was meant to 

Tales of which 

Bound fragments of time,

Glimpses of memories

Creating a sweet echo

Of that which led to 'Us'

It is an old love

That, what we have,

Where each moment of despair

balanced out 

by numerous happy ones.

We fought and quarrelled

But we loved more

And when we were drawn apart

We were closer than before

Us

On a day like this

They said 'yes'

To let us be 'us'

We walked together

through the realms of time

And here we are

Still longing

Each for the other..

So many days

inbetween

that day and this

Yet here we are

Still seeking 

Each other

This love is like poetry

Where every moment,

like words ,

Are joining to 

create beauty

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Great Expectations

Wave crashing on the shore

you cant expect the sands 

to long for you 

when you are gone

Nor can you wish for them

to ache for your return

Its your fate 

To keep coming back to them

They know you would return to their land

when you are due

You are a matter of your own habit

So ritualistic that they know your formula

Yet you have to keep coming back,

knowing you are not needed,

to cater to their needs

their needs are not bound to you

Wave, you dont crash here

for the land

you need to come here

as it is your destiny

 

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Parted

Parted away I was no more

A party to your emotions

For ages you were on

The other side of the ocean

I could not drown nor could swim

Nor could I have you in my dream

Nor could I float on the wave of my tears

Nor could I reach you with ore of the years

Nor could I just 

Gather myself up

Fly up with the wings

That they had chopped off

Nor could I just rest

And cry out all the pain

Let out all the unrest

Oh! that I could at least feign

Oh! Then I thought

If I could get so blown away

That no muse of yours 

Would ever cross my way

Parted away so long 

I could never imagine

That after so long

We would encounter again

You would wipe away my torment

With your gentle palms

And parted no more

We will be blessed

again

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Unshackled, Undecided

I stepped upon a step or two

Undecided what to do

With pent up emotions within

For long I had been missin'

I had never been around

On the circles and the rounds

That people flock merrily

And like to go around

That ghastly cumbersome pack 

Inflicted suffering on my back

Tearing down from without

Dealt grievous blow within

Split up from my whole

Wandered my frightened soul

And the heavens mocked upon

Their own pretermitted foal

But leisurely did ignite

A strange burning light

Kindled by the zephyr 

That my soul had found

To scorch my load 

To ashes on ground

Unshackled at last

I breathed out fast

And undecided what to do

I stepped upon a step or two

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Salvation

Starting to feel
the roots of my existence
I start off on the path untrodden
wandering away
from homely spirits
I let my being drain

I wonder whither this wander
shall take me
out of all the pain
or make me sway
amidst my fated ills,
there once again

This journey dips me
in the river of hope
I let my being betaken
and accept the way
Unbridled of penitence
I get washed off pain

Presence

The essence of the soft waves

Here glides over my feet,

The silken sand smoothies

Underneath,

Walking down stranger shores,

I feel your presence around me,

Evermore

My heart gallops away

To the sound of your steps,

My being resisting

Your breath,

Walking down stranger shores,

I feel your presence around me,

Evermore

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Loss of innocence

No more a child I am now
Having lost the innocence
That childhood brings in
For each one as he comes
It didnt wane out fast
But died a slow death
In the hands of a mother
Who counted its breath
The skin gave way first
And so did the flesh
The rest followed suit
To go there and rest
The craving came in
Much after the realization
That I had lost it
Long before it was gone

Tread along

Brought to be myself

How can I but forget

That I am a part of you

He made me for you

From you, after you

If I were a touch of that

Which lies above us

Of that heaven, my lord

You are the whole

I, a part with your soul

As my existence grows

Blissfully with each breathe

Of yours,on your way i tread

I came to be I from an i

With each step that I take

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All that i have

A wave of laughter

And some more

Added on thereafter

Somewhere went in

To make my day

A sweet summer day

A wave of music

Some that we adore

Some created before

Holding life within

To make this moment

A moment well spent

A wave of humour

Those that i gather

From ur lips into my ear

Pleasing my demure twin

To make our togetherness

A sweet sojourn

A wave of pleasure

Which makes itself better

Within me.. in there

When you do begin

To make my self

Slowly come to life

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The Gift

I am thankful that I was young

When my eyes first beheld you

Coz that made me see the man

With innocence of being, what

I was

I saw you, liked you, admired

You for very different reasons

Than what would have, if then 

Was now

I did not know what life meant

But knew that it brings in gifts

Some to do away and some to

Cherish

And still some to cherish within

And let them go their ways till

They find time to come back to

You

You have been of such a kind 

I am thankful that I was young

When my eyes first beheld you

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"Love You"

It was said so simply

Just took more than a word

And less than a minute

And they said "love's in air"

In air it was..Yes and also

In every little fragrance

That was mine, chanting the rhymes

Of your love and living upon it.

Love you, you said so

Sans knowing that 

Loved you were,then and always

Making me relive moments eternal.

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Metamorphosis

I have metamorphosed to me
Dont know how.. dont know when
Searching for light everyday at the dawn
It just happened
The things that were haunting my heart

Haunting my mind...Are gone
Gone like the western wind

The past as they say has passed
Taking with it the old individual of me
The one who was so happy
The one who was so blind

...that it cudnt know

The mirage it was following
Where every smile was only faith
The reality was far worse underneath

Ignorant i was, in the realm of illusion
When the dark had consumed my shadow
Even the mirror had conspired

To show a distorted picture
I had only craved for sanity
While the insanity was too secure
And my all hopes had vanished

Beyond every persuasion

Must my subconscious has got this realised
That time has brought this present
I woke up to see the light now
That redefines my shadow
Here i can hear my echo

That no longer reverberates unanswered
Here i look at my image
Yes i have metamorphosed.

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Leaps and Falls

It's always been like this
You have been with me
In acts of rectitude
Or those of transgression
You never left me behind,
Your erring friend...
Nah i cant call me the master
Coz you are no slave
For me you are never
Just an alternative
We had our leaps
And we had our falls
We had our afterclaps
And also had some dulls
But when we defied the times
And did our deed
What i lacked i found then
With you, that speed
Balance and direction
Were close affiliates
Coming out of the union
Of the man and the machine

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On keeping a journal

Its long since i have left writing regularly.But in days when i used to do that, i was quite abstract in my writings.That makes me feel better when i glance back at what i have written. After so many years when the events dont carry significance anymore, the emotions still sound fresh. Somebody once asked me why do you write. Do you write to keep a record of your life? Who will read these once you are gone? Or do you think that somebody will? I felt that it is too improbable a thought. I find no point in writing to record. Something that you are never certain of. Its better to write for oneself.....as a kind of therapy.Writing can be self exploratory. It makes you understand yourself. Providing a kind of satisfaction to the one who is writing...

Coupled

She stood in front of the bar, running her eyes over the couples slow-dancing. And then she saw him...Her heart stopped beating for a fraction of a minute and then a sudden rush of blood in her veins.In her heart she had lived this moment a thousand times and she knew this was inevitable.
Her brain had stopped functioning.She looked on, her eyes devoid of expression, as he darted across towards her...In the next few minutes they were standing infront of a black Scorpio. She could see their own reflection in the window of the vehicle.His face looked calm and composed, in stark contrast, to the force with which he held her hand.His dark brown eyes,clean shaven face neatly combed hair and radiant skin falsifying every doubt that could rise in the heart of a passerby.His white shirt and grey trousers added more calm to his appearance. She on the other hand, looked frail..as if on the verge of fainting.Her brown highlighted hair almost messed up like a bird's nest, her eyes smudged with kohl that she had applied last evening and her quivering nude lips giving an impression that she had reached somewhere beyond which there was no going. She held her crumpled kurti's end with her hand. Frantic thoughts passed through her mind as they drove through the dull streets. Her hands were cold as if someone had drained all the blood out of them. She could feel her absolute inability to face the man, sitting next to her in the driver's seat-her husband....Virat.

...to be continued

For my Sister

Today when i look behind-

I find your impressions 

....scattered everywhere

In days of plenty

To those dipped in adversity...

I find you everywhere

You are one of those

Little bright shining stars

Colouring my life

With your brilliance

Guiding and supporting me

In the wilderness...

...called life

Love you Dei...

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Lines that i love

You have been to me

As is a landscape to a blind man's eye

Oft, in lonely rooms,and 'mid the din

Of towns and cities,I have owed to you

In hours of weariness,sensations sweet,

Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

-William Wordsworth 

Reluctance

There is a strange reluctance on the part of most people to admit that they enjoy life.And this is a fact.People want to be happy...want to enjoy...want to make the most out of life.Still they do not want to realize that it is possible they are happy in the very moment.That they can possibly already be enjoying life.People relish in their pessimism. To think that they are sad.Mere toys in the hand of fate..In the hopes of a better, brighter future they tend to forget the liveliness of the present,the beauty that the present holds and the immense potential of happiness with which the present strives to catch their attention.It is not until the present ceases to be the present,that is ..not unless it becomes the past that they perceive its beauty in the sense of nostalgia.

Unlove

It all started with a glance
A simple glance, a short one
That's how i feel it did
Days passed on with
The unwrapping of selves
Each day bringing me closer
To what i found in him
In every passing moment

He was so full of life
Better to be called life itself
The whole world moved
In an orbit around him
My soul making infinite circles
Around his heavenly self
I thought i knew him better
In there somewhere

Circles of time
Of his and mine
Met and intersected
To move faraway
Asking me to move
To Unlearn, Unlive and Unlove




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