...Newborn Mother ...

The brightness was blinding
When she carefully opened her eyes.
She felt like a newborn
After the veil of barrenness was torn apart.

The door opened and gave way
To her bundle of joy;
Gift wrapped in celestial white
And cradled in the hands of her soul mate.

Broken down completely in excruciating pain,
Yet she sprang up like a lil dame.
Held her angel close
And kissed its forehead.

Tear drops rolled down her cheek
Like kids on a park slide.
Her pain had strayed faraway
To a land she might not return again.

What's left is a title for which,
persistently she had prayed.
It's "Mother" and that'll be her new name
Till eternity from today.

"_____________________________________"

That sudden silence
between
conversations.
An abrupt minute
between
those hours.
It's when there's nothing much to exchange.
A void from nowhere breaks in,
And you can almost hear
The stirring spoon,
The drone of the air conditioning,
The soft clicks on the keypad
While someone messages at the table behind;
And the clash of a plate falling flat on its face
At a distance not very faraway.
You only then notice:
Your nails need to be cut,
The spelling error in Today's Special
On the Cafe's tent card;
The ceiling turns into a masterpiece,
Which you gaze at and admire.
You want to talk some more
Yet the topic feels tired,
Somehow,
And it wants to retire.
This silence is like
That last piece of choco chip cookie
Left on a white ceramic plate
In between.
For once, you want to bite in and indulge
Yet you fear reaching, for it
might just finish that instant.
While on the other side,
You don’t want to leave it untouched
It just tempts you
And yearns for your attention.
You clear your throat,
Utter a word.
Coincidentally,
there’s a word from the one before you;
Clashing with yours at the same time.
A demure exchange of smiles.
There’s silence once again.
Now will you reach for the cookie?
Or will you keep on?

8 Questions..

If I have the courage to tell you that you’re wrong
Would you have the courage to listen?
If I tear your heart to pieces with my steel claws
Would you have enough heart left to forgive?
If I tell you to leave me alone
Would you be stubborn enough to still be there?
If I fall down and say that I cant get back up again
Instead of picking me up, would you let me do it on my own?

If I give you possession over my body, my mind, my soul
Would you be my master, or give me your spirit too?
If I promise to give anything and everything
Would you take all you want, or just what you need?
If I tell you all my secrets, reveal my deepest thoughts
Instead of cringing at them, would you hide them in your core?
If I ask whether you feel moved by what stirs me
Would you try to have faith, even if you don’t believe?

In these questions lies my definition of LOVE and not in the ANSWERS!
HEAVENLY its is i know.just wondering whether i can EXPERIENCE the FANTASY!
:) :)

Fantasia

Here I sit at my table, trying to write to you. It's incredible how difficult I find it to tell you my thoughts. Maybe because I don't even know you. If I did, I would write you a ream. I would write you my dream. About our book of yellowing pictures. Echoes of your favorite songs. Crumbling letters of love and loss. If I knew you I would describe to you, that wrinkle on your nose, that curve of your brow, that shining brilliance of your smile. If I knew you I would write you lengthy verse. Of shy favors and ticklish whispers. Of moonlit nights and sweet surprise. If only I knew you...


Here I am, wondering if I can have you. If I could, I would etch my footsteps next to yours. Our fingers locked tight. My time ticking with yours. If I had you I would hide you in the crevices of my thoughts. Weave you into the seams of my dreams. Wrap you in frills of poetry. If I had you I would reel and swoon. And drown and merrily die. If only I had you...

तुम..

ये आँखें हमारी , देखे सपना तुम्हारा
ये अधर हमारे , ले नाम तुम्हारा

ये दिल हमारा,धड़कन तुम्हारी
ये गम हमारा, ख़ुशी तुम्हारी

मंजिल हो तुम,रही है हम
ज्योति हो तुम,दीपक है हम

एक तस्वीर के दो पहलु है हम
तुम कुछ भी कहो तुम्हारे है हम ....

I 'LIVE'

I sing...
I sing to calm
the screaming silence

I laugh...
I laugh to eclipse
the droning tedium

I cry...
I cry to mollify
the hurting ego

I love...
I love to feel
the throb of life

I hate...
I hate to remain
fate's perpetual puppet

I create...
I create to liberate
the trapped passion

The Night Whispered!

I'm standing on my terrace. The sky is inky blue, there are no stars, there is no moon. Clouds drift towards each other slowly and hesitantly like silent lovers melting into their first kiss. The cool night breeze ruffles my hair, a lump forms in my throat, it's been a long time...

Distant memories sail in and out of my mind, I let them pass.
I don't want to think, I just want the moment to stay.
I close my eyes, I hear faint guitar strums, music straight from the heart, I'm smiling...

Characters from my book enter and leave my mind, I let them go.
I'm living a dream, I don't want to wake up.
I close my eyes, I smell rain, there is a mild drizzle, I'm smiling...

The sea beckons me from far away, I stay still.
The night is whispering a secret, I just want to drink it up.
I close my eyes, the spray is on my face, waves crash around my feet, I'm smiling...

A rainbow drifts in and out of my mind, I let it fade.
I don't want color, I just want the black night to last forever.
I close my eyes, I'm humming, I feel his arms around me, I'm smiling...

I'm standing on my terrace. The kiss is over. The night is suddenly still. I know the secret now. The clouds part to reveal a lone star, he is back! I'm smiling...

PS: The night itself was sheer poetry! And my thoughts were not symmetrical :) The randomness was the poetry!