Slinging scribbles

I wish you could listen, when I schmooze about your anecdotes, but not to you, I certainly wish you would listen, when women I meet know more about you, for I have told them about how beautiful you are! For beauty is synonymous with you. I certainly wish you could listen, to the countless talks I shared in my reveries, where we mocked at distance and made it look short, where I also said I love you a thousand times! People come and go, rivers dry and flow, but true lovers meet just once, and what follows is history! I wish to write one, I seek to cherish the run, so hold it, Sam, when you find none, for only the page has turned! I pray you listen, just so you know we have begun a new chapter.

There lies a twig which longs for the leaves as also the roots, There lies path, somewhere middle, which has two equals, One that started till the better one found its way. Its here, where lies the sun, who loves the east as also the west, Both, in two equals, yet in the east it rises and and in the west it rests, Perhaps, two loves can never be one, perhaps, two equals can yield either one, To love one you need to sacrifice one Duh!The simple math in which two never makes one. Split in love, Regards, Smith.

My love, will you sing me a lullaby? That makes me sleep and not care about the day I wake. In your soft palms, I wish to rest my head, And forget that mind can actually think. I wish to snuggle in your blanket, And glue my feet to yours. For I wish to believe we are conjoined, if only for the night! There is not an iota of my body that I want to leave behind, There is not a part that I don't want to carry, For every kosher bit of mine is waiting to be enlightened by your relic! O my lover, please put me to sleep, Sing me a lullaby, For its in your voice, I find my rest. For that's where the nightingale finds its nest.  

Far far away where the light beckons for seduction, It allures many, scares a few, darts the lucky fewest, remains unknown to rest. That light twitters, illuminates, brightens too as also shuts, It bears the ignominy of pain, pretense and yet remains the most sought pleasure. One such light I have, Its the only twilight I treasure. It allures, scares, darts and yet remains unknown to me! For thee I search, for thee must remain mystery, for you are bound; for its my duty. Of all the experiences I have had, I want to remember this one, I want this to culminate into a chain, To be able to hold my head in pride when I am grey, To be able to say; this was the true light I treaded! If I had a sandglass, I would replace the sand with gravels, That would ensure that the time sedates and passes with ease. But for you, I must wait, for there is a hope, for I know the light will meet me, for I have reached the horizon. for I know its love.  

Let me immortalise the love that I see, Though not in you, its just my eyes and heart, there all I see, Its like a blunder, a dangerous risk, beautiful, maybe to see, Actions, thoughts clutter for a smile to see. Care that is only known by the person who maketh, Sacrifices waiting to be treasured for approvals, Expectations rise at the obsession's flight, Fight for a sight yet there is a veil on her eyes. The desperation to claim what's your is not desperate to be claimed, Its the depth that cannot be fathomed, love that cannot be conquered, For it remains senile, unknown, foolish to the heart that never burnt. Relentlessly, the incense stick burnt, carelessly enlightening, without any joy, hurt! One has no answer to the trials of love, Its the destination that makes history, Sadly, not the journey that the souls make, They just remain hidden, kneaded to the lover's skin, smell and soul. As poets, we must inflict the love and be burnt like the camphors,...

The world started with a womb and it grew bigger, From the words 'given' to 'make', relationships were made, Solitary confinements were reduced and yet pursued, As we knew, so did we forgot, What's for us and what we could accumulate, Eventually to the need, we all succumb, That's the only hay that we make. Its a meaningless trail, to find meaning and mean the findings, For we find nothing but a vapid play of emotions and drives, No cry will last, no smile will ever fade, Its a psyche's call, cycle byfar, Till the last breath and then again, the womb till it grows bigger......

We are that weather, Rain by now, noon by then, Light absent, light present, Still classified by the months they make. She made a call, she touched my chord. Clouds, they gathered, solemn yet bliss for the plants, I know how it will end, but it must not matter, What matters is what makes both happy, the leaves and the rain. We don’t live in time, we love in time, Says, the plant, dried by noon, In life, we must enjoy not one, but company, Like the wind, sun, cold and not just rain. Its rhythm by noon. It’s a thought pouring sun, Its music calling soul. Its rhythm. Its noon…… I thought I would stop, Like the rains for they did, I found my joy, I wrote still, Like them, they found their mirth.

A few days before I complete another year and claim my maturity, I wonder if I have gained or really lost anything? Of all the gains, I find none of significance, Of all the losses, there is one of regret, just significant, To have lost the sheen of innocence, raped of its beauty, perverted by age and society. Lost in time, lost; devoid of a rhyme. Where do we find it? In a wet bed, wet for various reasons, in a woman's lap, women for various reasons, In my dreams, wild dreams for various reasons, for ever yearned love, love for various reasons. There is nothing special for each is experienced, In an effort to run and gain, Haste proved such a waste. Love! You treacherous wicked sport! You claim innocence and yet play to win it! Photo credits:  http://www.joytime.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/loss.jpg All our lives we run for you, Act like scoundrels to find worthy for your support, Yet to belittle us, stamp and walk over, why, you loser! By the luminous...

Thai thai to pain, Thai thai to cry, Poachers pry for a fallen star, Like a thunder in the sky thai thai it went, Thai thai it plunged and thai thai it bit the dust! Now, now, will the poachers have it? Its certainly not the star's land, He's not amongst them yet he is amidst them! Thai thai they ditched him, all on one, thai thai! Tortured and tormented, them, his tearful toddler soul, Ditched, dumped, drowned in doldrums! Thai thai they famished and finished him. Or so they thought, some. not all! Nevertheless, it was a star, not reigning but nevertheless, a luminous object of desire, Thai thai it grew silent, thai thai it lost its brightness, Thai thai grey it was, thai thai brown it is! Thai thai life's lost love, dear me, love left its bloody trail, They filled their lust while he bit the dust, Into the rut, in the earth's crust! Thai thai hear me, will you, No one will read me and him too, Although as loud as a lion and as silent as a lamb hi...

Do you know its colour? That which resembles you or you like the resemblance. Do you know if its a curtain of prayers? Just hymns and sings as it passes by your veins. I believe its love but it resembles none and epitomises beliefs. Strange to call it a name, isnt it? Is love a feeling or an emotion? Do we feel the emotion or do we emote the feeling? What comes first? Or simply what stays till the very end? Is it then a memory? So then, love is in the air! But is it not a virtue? Arent we supposed to acquire the quality? So then, why limit it to one for we were born religious, who said love is for all! So if it was for all and not for few, pray, tell me, how does it remain a virtue? Or is it that all possess love but do not share it all? Then, it very well be wealth! For we remain born misers by nature. So is it a desire after all? The desire to be loved, by one or by all? Or maybe by one who loves you like all of them never could? Maybe then, its a desire to be lo...

‘I’ would like to write for ‘me’ Would ‘you’ hear it while ‘I’ write for ‘me’? The ferocious lions would dance with joy, Peacocks would battle to showcase their best feathers, It would be all gay; it would be blazing glory, Would ‘you’ be fine while all that gaiety is mine? Forget the reasons, the simmering little conclusions, Its about the sky, its also about the earth, Its about the past while ‘I' foresee a distance in future. Dubious is my scheme, so were ‘you’ with your choices, Little special that ‘I’ felt is a little ‘me’ in ‘you’, Unheard, unseen, broken yet serene. Do you know the power of courage? It is a win that was won without a battle, A hurt soul without a shatter. A conscience without a blemish, A respect preserved and cherished. ‘I’ move ahead and let ‘you’ live While the ferocious yet kind lions dance with joy, The peacocks taking turns to showcase their fair. All in mirth for all for me, While ‘you’ owned, but a li...

Plain.Plain, clear, complete blue with hints of white. Dark.Dark, muddy, incomplete brown with more than a hint of black. Up, above, rise and fly, like the sky, we heard, she soars high. Down, below, dust and dry, like the ground, we also heard, for he settled low and lie. Then why did they marry, you may ask, 'Why'? Laugh, scoff at the proud sky, but care to ask, 'Why?' Smirk, chuckle, you may, but do ask, 'Why?' Ask, do not ignore but please wonder 'Why?' For it was on that day, when the night marred her jolly. Shattered her trust for even the dreadful sun hid behind the ferocious black demons. Plain, clear, complete blue, she was then,  But deep,dark, bleak and vicious black she was now. Someone, somebody, something had suddenly struck her... With a flash thin flickering light it crackled and thundered with a hint of blue. Left no trace but a scar, brute and blunt. She had been hurt. Hurt by someone,somebody,something, Struck by ...

Remember me. Remember to remember me. Every time your reflection creates a beam, Remember me... A gratifying face,amidst changing faces, hymning words, pauses and stares; everywhere. Serene presence,on lazy mornings,night cycles, reveries; everywhere. Seen glimpses,on dripping atoms, whispering winds, glistening rays; everywhere. But it was only among deep breaths, pulsating beats; within me when I meant everywhere. But, a schmooze on a dark day, A blunder of owning the possession, The burning desire to grab an occasion; Left only with separation... Due to nothing but a terrible showcase of bond and affection. Myriads of memories, bondage of aspirations Ripped apart in phony silence and stark resiliency. Of remembrances and only remembrances, As mere mirrors to heart but broken glass of mirrors...And a past. Remember me. Remember to remember me, Every time  your reflection creates a beam, For it will bear a colour, a shade of me!

Obsessed and obstinate, holy as a cow, meek as a mouse, surrendered like a coward, mocked by a bitch; rather like a bitch! Albeit dreams imitate a lion, like shores beyond those horizons; but say, U stopped and might as well will stop me. If only for a while? How ruthless, a stop. How crude a thought, But, say no importance. Still an aftermath? Look, look, look, time play! Seems the seventh knot never knitted, shall it matter, No? Like those six, like the seventh!

  It’s a prayer; an order if thou feel so, You are the only thing that me considers mine, After all the refuted chances, That passed away like they weren’t mine. Honest I was, if that’s what thou ask my conscience, Passionate I was, if that what you need to know, Obsessed and simple I was… If that’s what my flaw was. ‘O Love’, I shall call thee names, ‘O Love’, you betrayed me and had fun on my name, ‘O Love’, laugh, leave if that’s what is left of my name. Blame you, me knows its easy, Isnt it the same for you? I dare ‘propose’, Could you not look after me? You are cruel; shall I not ask you? Do you not mock at my helplessness? Photo courtesy: Rosanna Abrachan   The need makes me weak, Limbs move at a snail’s speed Ask me, I shout silently Feel, touch, caress, a cry faints while delivering the inner voice Are you pretentious or am I to blame? Am I asking too much or it isn’t worthy of this fame? A heart remains unsati...

Eyes, they failed to meet the seen, Smile, that faded for they lacked the feel, Love, a question that hounded for an answer, a mystery! Words, a conquest won by the business interests over hearty feelings, Life,  remained  on Facebook, yet a book devoid of real faces,                                             All of it, a Routine; a root with a route in search for the lost water,                           Maybe, for that Beauty, he expressed to all, yet couldn't name one, Aroused and confused, he saw them in his dreams and fantasized to the hilt, Yet, remained pure for, not a skin, he touched although blamed. Bruised,at times and vented back with vengeance yet a mi...

I saw you striking the pose, Or maybe you tried, With those blissful eyes, Pausing at the tiny device. The cheeks burnt for the brunt of the sun, Filled up with blisters instead of the smoothness one savours for, But unfettered you were, Least interested in what the skin did fare. The lips smeared with rashes, Trying hard to kiss one another, But you showed no sign of grudges, Perhaps being used to those nudges. The hands confident of a striking pose, That similiar to the city girl, Perhaps even similiar the dreams, O girl,can you reach the limits of  its beams? The legs stronger than them, But for the cracks edging out the toes, Like a dry passage, Reaching an undelivered message, But, O Geeta,I fell for you, For those mischievous eyes, For that parody of pose, For those blisters,so even the cracks. For i found what i never found all over here at your age, The pumping breast breathing for me in disguise, Letting me smell you,kiss you and caress you ...

A resplendent morning,glimmering and shining, Perhaps had rose to an occasion,known only to few but to him no doubt... It was the day dedicated to me,the day he owed me for providing all that i came to know, To know that i had pleasures unlike them, To know the gory unknown that lay behind the mother's womb.. So i decided to put up a strongest virtue, to bless myself with secured future for countless lives like they say in Karma, Being human that i was,selfish enough to do only things that realized a considerable profit... Yes,to gain from a 'noble' deed,to figure out an uncommon deal,i visited the orphanage, A place for orphans to be,for them to be confidently illiterate who know not any thing about them... Society raises its ugly face to some,but for them who did not even see their mother's face, Some discarded without being given the pleasure of a normal development.. The most basic requirement of all,sadly turned out to be a luxury for them, Yessum,i vi...

While i adjust the speed of the fan to suit me and my placid surroundings,listening to keith's tonight i wanna cry just makes me nostalgic.I know it sounds like a wannabe who's trying to be sensitive at the drop of a hat but trust me,this song wont least disappoint you.It just reminds you of all the sacrifices you made,how much you loved and got depressed in the process and all that you observed within yourself and went unexpressed.While i write about it i wish to share the joy of the drink of tango that i had just had now.I know its a really diminutive pleasure to have in this materialistic world especially if one comes down to quantifying the extent of pleasures which is often we have always indulged in,it is rare and ravening.Hence let me share this wonderful moment with you all in case you feel like sharing it with me and i mean both,the idea of sharing it or meeting me up to have one. Unlike all days when i gulp the entire drink at one go to suffice my thirst today it wa...

Struggling to find a perfect sky Just white and blue with no bird high I do not wish to be Just another guy Deep into the woods Lies the enigma of species Where do I find my success, Or is it just the miseries? Trying to decipher the mindless heart Actions that fail to synchronize by far Several dejections in store above par Wish I not be just the another guy It seems am just not the any other guy, For the problems I face Have no solution why, Unlike those for they who know why. Some things in life need special attention Like the sun who must rise to be worshipped for perfection Like the river who must flow to meet the sea and then the ocean Like the lovers who must love to complete their affection They cannot be ignored although it’s the trivial things they do And yet with their dedication and perseverance The day begins like the one that wasn’t new They earn respect for the quality devoid to me and revered to few. If efforts...