Objective Intellect

There were dunes,
and there were times.
There was a whistle,
and an uncanny rhyme.

and I was dwarfed,
sometimes by my thoughts,
my shines, my bloats
and my naked little footsteps.
I was belittled, I was dwarfed,
manytimes by my dreams
my carings, my screams,
and my unhindered desires.


The seasons went meaningless,
The scenery changed so fast,
the difference was left to rest.
and I was left meaningless.

The multicolored throng
tightened close,
looking at horizon,
cried out the prose:

"What you want changed?"
"What you would have?,lad"
"How it would have been,
if it wasn't to be this?"
"Would any changing in past
will lead you to your wish?"

and I know, they have me caught
No excuses or remorse can be bought
and with dwindling self
I admit with a shaking voice,
"Nothing better; Nothing worse"
and they say in unison
"Then just REST!! REST!! REST!!"

The healing takes a while...!!!

The black sky with heavy groan
was up, up above my head,
and everyday the same grunts,
same howling from the deads.

the past was present
and was eating the life away
I lived the nights awake
and dreamt away the wasteful days

and I hoped
the healing must
take some time.
I wished
the healing may
take a while.

and Everything was gone
Everything was whooshing past
just a moment was eternity
and still the time didn't last.

I was thrown away,
put away in exile
by the pretty-pretty smile
I was dashed,
I was dazed
by those eye's maze.
and I was left alone for a while
by the pretty pretty smile.

and I hoped,
the healing must
take some time.
I wished
the healing may
take a while

and when it felt
the darkness is day
life is unbaked,
soaking bricks of clay.
I found you

and the sunshine herald
clouds purged n' disengaged
and I found you burried
under my rage.

and the sun shines now
You take my hand and smile
we can dance again to the tune
dear! we can dance again, aye!!

and I now know,
the healing takes a while
the healing takes some time.

A memory for a "Memory"

Memory's wonderful but its true,
We leave old things and cling to new.

A human nature or we had evolved as such,
I had no clue , even after thinking much.

what I know, dew will vaporize with rising sun.
it cant be picked up off the grass and placed in urn.

But we can wait for the next dawn.
When shining dew will smile on the lawn.

And run fingers over the wet grass.
Imbibe the feeling; and belive, the memory will last.



Well the above piece was written as a comment by me to a friend's post and as I was again going through this friend's blog, I noticed the comment, reread it and found it nice...and thought to place it here...so that may be many years down the line ...I will see it again and rejoice.

cheers

Chocolat...!!!

Kiss me!!
I will hold up your senses.
Kiss me!!
and the love journey commences.

I may be dark, but aromatic
and I taste so so good,
close your eyes,
taste me, love me, oh! you would.

I will flow through you
I will drip,
and take you through
the ecstatic trip

I may be a bit sour,bit tart.
Sweeter!! you may wish.
But I will have you,
for I am impossible to resist.

So, Kiss me again,
bite me harder.
Close your eyes
for play has just started.

And I will flow through you
I will drip,
make you dance with me,
under this ecstatic trip.

As time will grow old,
and you sense an addictive play,
you will run for hiding,
but don't you know? you can't run away.

And I will be all over you again
"ah!! not any more", you will wish.
But I will have you darling,
for I am impossible to resist.



(It's a vague attempt at sensuality.... mixing a bit, to make it a bit tangy and darker..and voila...ummm)

Banal bystander

Kya kare Zindagi, isko hum jo mile,
Iski jaan khaa gaye, raat din ke gile.

The days are nowadays like the electric poles next to railway tracks. And my life, the train, is whooshing past so speedily that I am unable to detect any noticeable differences among the poles....all feel bloody same.

Lemon Tree

I wondered and wondered. I was baffled and annoyed. How come I forgot it, and if I have to forget why I didn't forget all of it, why this tiny scratch of memory....crap...
But the tune stuck with the words...I wonder how, i wonder why. Just these six words...not anything more....and I wondered and wondered without even knowing what I was wondering.

Days passed, months passed....may be even a year passed..and the tune moved to the darker hind spots in mind....ready to dilute to oblivion.
And then one friday evening as I was lying tiredly in a vegetative state in front of my TV watching VH1, a video splashed....a guy sang...and under 2 minutes...I was ecstatic..I was delighted to the core...running around room in an hyperactive state (and thank god none of my roomies was there or they would have surely called for an ambulance from yerwada).

I smiled for long..and after long time...the feeling of getting back something which I had even forgot of loosing was ineffable.

And I wondered how and I wondered why....and all along it was just another LEMON TREE.. :)

Time Swing

I am in motion;
swaying rather,
for no distance is covered.
and whistling to my ears
the gust says
time is wretched.

Time is knave
It will fool you around.
Time will cheat
will dig you in ground.

And time won't laugh,
or time won't weep,
for time feel nothing,
your memories; time won't keep.

It will stroll
with its uncaring gait.
You may hold your breath;
but for you, it won't wait.

You need to drift,
you need to flow;
You need to evolve,
you need to grow.

Don't let time
dribble you away,
Drift along,
just don't sway.