Lovers and Poets

We were lovers someday

We are poets all day

We were both somedays

We are none today

That faithful day we said

Our 'goodbyes' day

It was strange how we parted

On the lonely windless day

How the heartbreak shows

On my face each day

How your disconnect reveals

Itself on every other day

How we don't spend 

Our time together on a Sunday

How we have work ready

For every Friday

How our eyes don't meet

In the mornings some days

How little love is lost

Every night and day

How we worry for those

Rare parties and birthdays

How pain precedes

All our celebration days

All auspicious turns bitter

Such are the days

Yet we pretend

We are fine all days

Sleep

Shall I read you something tonight?
Shall I read you a story on kings and their theories?
Or is it the princesses life that'll lead you to slumber?
Shall I tell you about the warriors who conquered the earth?
Or is it the rabbits and the duck that'll bring out the mirth?
Sleep oh my dear child
For tomorrow is another day.
New nightmares will be born.
And a worse reality will slowly replace it.
Sleep oh my dear child
For by gones are by gones
What's lost is lost
What's won is won
For there will never be a night like tonight
For there will never be a tear to fear
It is in the dreams you rise, it is in them you fall
Only when you sleep the soundest sleep of them all
Shall I read you something tonight?
Shall I read you a story of men and their old glory?
Or is it the strength of a woman that fascinates you more?
Shall I tell you of a great commoner?
Or a hero more popular?
Of wars that destroyed?
Or of the peace never achieved?
Of love lost?
At a whole life's cost?
Shall I read you something tonight?

You and I

You and I

We must talk

Or the silence will

Grow like weed

In the haven

Of our tiny cabin

The sun will rise

But leave us in the shadows

Of dried leaves

Of dried trees

You and I

We must talk

Or the sugar will

Turn bland in our cups

The milk will sour

Of tea too strong

Like the sweater knitted

With one arm short

The other too long

You and I

We must talk

Or the dust on our words will

Turn into grains of sand

Big enough to flow

In the timer of patience

An hour glass of sufferance

As if playing the charads

Where nothing is right

But mistaken as

All perfect all bright

You and I

We must talk

So if we differ we will

Know more than what we assume

Or remain like the dark sky

In the monsoon

No rains. All gloom.

You and I

We must talk

Or we’d not talk

For nights and days

And then let the soundless,

Scream

And the unspoken,

Hurt

You and me.

Beauty

Its sad how we take beauty for granted. 
Inspite of it being so rare. 
We overlook it, mistake it. 
Ignore it or even worse, 
Get bored of it. 
Beauty has no boundaries. 
Yet we compare it. 
How sad it makes me
When I see beauty confused 
With other vain adjectives. 
Beauty is humble. 
It is simple. 
It is uncomplicated.
Neither can be fabricated. 
It doesn't talk about itself with pride, 
Instead allows others to talk about it.

Hum Tumse

Hum tumse thode

Juda se hogaye hain

Humare ghar bade

Aur dil chote hogaye hain

Dabbe mein aarmaan

Band se hogaye hain

Baatein, saans mein hi

Dab kar ghut gayi hain

Mere shabd mere panno mein

Aur tumhare tumhari khamoshi mein

Dono ki awaaz khali kamaron mein goonjti hai

Par ek dusre tak pahunchti nahin

Tumhare bina jeene ki aadat ho sakti hai

Par aisi aadat paalna kaun chahta hai

Waqt bitane keliye sahare toh khoj sakte hain

Par waqt gawana aise kaun chahata hai

Issliye main inn kamaron se nikal kar jaa rahi hoon

Tumhara intezaar kar rahi hoon

Uss maidan me jo sahi aur galat ke beech hai

Uss maidan mein jo mere aur tumhare beech hai

Forever Atoms

If its all made up of atoms
And everything is a wave
Then words are vibrations
And touch, a sensation

If the universe is an explosion
And evolution is its theory
Then we are all babies
Of the same heredity

If its all about time
Measured in days and dates
Then lifetimes are data recorded
And birthdays are years added

If you and me are souls
Transcending through eras
Then this skin is mere packaging
And voices, silences of a different kind

If togetherness of these souls
Is meant to float endlessly
Then infinite is just a number
And forever, a peaceful slumber

WHAT IS IT?

What is it? This blog...
It's my Writing. Poetry. Heart breaks. Victories. Sense of contentment. Art. Photographs. Dreams. Nightmares. Stories. Mental conversations.
And the rest you'll figure out as you read more.
Welcome to my head :)