Where is my home,
I wonder far too many times.
Seeking that shade someplace.
A place where I could go,
When my inner demons refuse to settle. A place where I could be, without questions, without reasons, without doubt.
A place where all at once the world seemed to be at peace. A calm that was not a calm before the storm, but a calm that chilled me to the very last bone of my being.
A place where I could paint a rainbow in my mind, without ever wondering where it led up to. A place where I felt happy, that would suffice my heart, and all of its wantings.
For far too many times have I wondered, was it home when you hugged me? When I knew you were nearby?
Had I not be cautioned to make homes out of people? The worst kind of shelter, the best kind of relief?
I'm abandoned once again today. My home that was, a special place, in your heart. A home built on love. Our love.
Should I wonder where home could be? I feel shelterless and bare, For now my home has moved away.
All halt young men!
All halt passerby!
A symphony of whistles blow,
All at once they cry.
It seems that time has come to a still.
It seems to be a special day.
The roads are blocked by policemen,
All scurrying along their way!
The fountains erupt in song,
A beautiful sight to see.
The path is clear and leading up,
Cleanliness was the key!
When all at once a sound is heard,
An all but desperate cry.
Make way, make way,
Stay out of the way.
For the president shall be arriving!
A convoy of cars pass by in a blur,
We stood there struck in wonder.
When traffic resumes, a honk blows closeby.
I'm left with thoughts to ponder.
"No more, mom."
She cries in vain.
"What harm will it do?
Just one more beta."
"What harm", she shrieks?
"I shall surely die."
Leaving the last piece on the plate,
She skips away.
***
"Is there more? "
She cries in vain.
"Do you think there is?
Leave some for bhaiyya."
"What harm", she thinks.
I shall surely die.
Leaving the last piece on the plate,
She moves away.
***
Same city, different faces.
Touches so fragile.
Hardly seem to be there.
Yet were.
In some time floating,
Between dreams and reality.
How is it that you seem so far,
When you're with me as I sleep?
How is it that you go away,
When my eyes open so.
When the day seems to only begin,
You remind me of your presence.
In ways I could never imagine,
In things as unimportant as folding clothes.
Perhaps when I'm doing an ordinary task,
Your scent lingers in the air.
As I travel through the days,
You accompany me through silence.
And I hug myself to sleep,
Dreaming that dream again.
Touches so fragile.
Hardly seem to be there.
Yet were.
For it was 4 am,
The moon had been agreeable.
The stars seemed faded away.
The turmoil, the angst,
The feeling of rejoice.
Bittersweet memories invade.
Wondering what was to be.
A sweeter memoir of love,
Buries all thoughts in vain.
Captivating those eyes,
Entranced by the night sky,
All but fade away.
Passion dripping from her lips.
His turn into fire.
Engulf her.
She burnt in his flame.
* * *
Undress me
In all of my desire
You leave me
Only to return again
Its not the way it was
Its not the way it shall be
Was it love
Was it lust?
A storm that never was.
My skin remains untouched.
* * *
24. 01. 2014
Oh what delight it must be.
The haze seemed to give away
Showers of water.
That what you longed for.
Unexpected seasons entwine.
The rain was your favorite.
The winter was mine.
Never did you think,
They'd come together.
Perhaps today was a miracle.
****
21 January 2014.
Rain in winter.
Conflicting souls,
Entwine some more.
Lost they get someplace.
Untangle them now,
Or forever watch them,
Grow onto one another.
The bond too hard to separate.
