Here in the womb!

Somewhat dark, here it is!
But there’s some glow,
More than the sacrificing sun,
That dies day by day by pouring light,
There’s a glow of our mother,
Here in the womb.
Like freshly baked cakes,
Were we, without lives,
Until, the God blessed,
And our heart beat,
Here in the womb.
What were we,
And what we are,
We owe to you,
Oh! Mother,
A cozy place you gave us,
Here in the womb.

Who Else Loves Me?

One night,
Lying on the bed,
I questioned,
Who else loves me?
Else than my family & friends.
I thought,
I blinked,
Just I felt a prick,
On my skin near the heart.
An ant kissed me,
In passion.
And many were in queue,
Not to kiss me,
But to spurt in the sweet box.
Then I realized,
They loved not me,
But the sweets.
Removing the sweet box,
I tried to trace their origin.
They emerged from,
An invisible hole in the roof,
Followed one path,
Came to ate sweets,
And returned back to the hole,
Through a different path.
I concentrated on the roof,
I found a heart on the roof,
Traced by series of ants,
And it beat too.
And then I came to know,
Who else loves me?

Fruity Memories

Those Scattered Memories,
Down the strawberry Lane,
Marinated in Ripe Guavas,
Unwrapped like banana peels,
And I walked on them,
And fell in the mango juice.
I whirled with those memories,
I drank those memories,
And now again they mesmerize me,
Flowing in my veins,
Those fruity memories,
Those flowing memories.

The shore of my life

Alone! Alas! Aloof!
I stay forlorn,
From Shore away,
Waiting, Thinking and Waiting,
For the moment,
When,
Once in a while,
She gives a smile,
On her red lips of rosy style,
The blue eyed girl of Nile.
The rhythm of my heart,
Gets balanced,
And so,
The waves of the sea,
And I find,
The shore of my life.

Kajal

Kajal is a hindi word which means Kohl (-an eye cosmetic) in English

In her love,
Burnt he,
Years to years,
Into ashes,
Again & again,
Ashes to ashes.
And then,
He resurrected,
Taking the form,
Of burnt ashes,
To the black kajal,
Of her eyes.
Hearing his story,
She wept,
Cried & cried,
Tears washed him,
The Kajal swept away,
With tears,
On her face,
Marking streamlines,
Of love,
Of desire,
Of waiting,
Of Burning,
And converting,
Into Kajal,
Of her Eyes

The Red Balloon

When my heart,
Completed beating,
Three Years,
Two Months,
One day;
An evening,
A red balloon landed,
On a red rose near me;
And before I could,
Catch it,
The rose thorns,
Kissed it;
And exploded,
A girl’s heart,
Which had taken,
The balloons form;
And had exactly beat,
Flying towards me,
Three Years,
Two Months,
One day.

Am I Dumb?

In front of mirror I stood,
And asked my image,
Can you speak?
He moved,
His lips & tongue,
And asked me the same question.
Either he was dumb or I was.

Sweetness of Adulthood

We adore,
We miss,
That sweetness,
Of the childhood days.
But when?
When we are adults,
Not when we were child.
This is the sweetness of adulthood,
That makes us realize,
The sweetness of childhood.

Wodahs

He peeps from his eyes,
Silently smiles,
Touches my feet,
With his feet,
Watches me,
Follows me,
With his legs,
Sometimes long,
Sometimes short,
He is dark in moon light,
And black in darkness,
His body has a uniform color,
Sometimes he scares me,
Like grumbling ghosts,
He cries,
But silently,
With tears of dry vapor,
I never understand,
Why he is with me?
But I know,
I can’t get rid of him,
He is my shadow,
And I am his wodahs.

I am with You

In the ocean of my mind,

With some sadness sailing,

Igniting my emotions,

Melted my frozen eyes.

I felt a warm kiss,

Of a cold tear,

On my palms.

The fallen tear smiled,

And with love,

Said, dear don’t cry,

I am with you.

Morning Moon

The morning moon,

White washed,
By the blackness of night.
Its yellowness,
Scratched by stars,
Whole night.
Whole day,
It faces the sun,
And turns yellow again,

On the arrival of night.

Love with Rain

In heated moods,
Behind the woods;
Stream of relieve flows,
An air, somewhat wet blows;

My sweat leaves me,
Says bye bye, just feel me;
Air takes it away,
Relieving me a bit, somewhat cooler to say;

I come out from the room,
Down the dark sky with cloudy noon;
Water dropping in series,
Loving me from head to knees;

Water & soil’s combination,
Gives fragrance to my nose’s hibernation;
Leaves turning immodest green,
Woods turning fat from lean;

Flickering tube lights in the sky,
Naughty clouds roaring & asking why;
Why not should we hug & collide,
Giving you tears of happiness in rainy ride;

A drop of rain touches my lips,
Kisses me with cool sips;
I widen my arms & hug the rain,
Closing my eyes I love the rain.

She Left Me....

She left me, without a prior notice that night,

She flee, without writing on paper that night,

I looked for her everywhere in house,

I called her, I screamed here n there that night,

She did not come in front of my eyes,

I lay blind on the bed that night,

My heart beat in her memories with droplets of blood,

My heart felt her in its heart that night,

I can still see her beauty,

I can feel her tenderness tonight,

I can still smell her fragrance,

I can hear her delicate sweet voice tonight,

I still remember her sleekness,

My body is locked with curves of her body tonight,

Her lips, her eyes, I miss,

I miss her long black hairs tonight,

I still remember her words,

“You never remember anything”, she said that night,

Yes, it was my fault,

I could have noted everything on paper, that night,

Thus, from that instant,

I started noting my *Ghazals that night,

I stared decorating blank papers,

With those beautiful Ghazals, that night.

(*Ghazal is a poetry that deals with subject of love,

specifically an unattainable love)

I don’t know,

If that Ghazal will return or not tonight,

But with my pen, I will wait for her,

In my diary of dreams, tonight.

The Turn

Whenever you take a turn,

Think about me,

That how you met me,

On a turn similar.

With hands in hands,

With the same familiarity,

I chanted your name,

With a silent voice.

Sometimes with rage,

And sometimes with a smile,

Sometimes with sadness,

And sometimes with happiness,

We walked together.

But then two turns on the road came,

One left and one right,

But both met at the same road after some distance.

On left one there were mango trees,

And on the right one, the tamarind trees,

We parted to different turns,

Thinking to meet on the common road ahead,

Me with mangoes and you with tamarinds.

Seasons changed and so the nights and days,

Mangoes and Tamarind went away from trees,

But I still stand on the common road,

With some ripe mangoes and some unripe ones,

I search you with some anger

And with some eagerness.

It fades away and then clears,

The turn never turns,

It remains there.

Whenever you take a turn,

Think about me,

That how you met me,

On a turn similar.

The Bowl of Happiness

One night I had a dream,

I saw a beggar child,

He walked & collected tears,

Of other persons in his bowl.

He came to me

“Please cry”, he said,

With his bowl near my eyes.

“Why do you collect tears”, I asked,

“Actually I collect happiness”, he said.

“How”, I asked,

He replied, “People cry & their sadness lessens down”,

“I want to make this whole world happy”, he continued.

“And how do you get happiness out of this”, I asked.

“If the whole world is happy, why I will be sad”, he said.

His bowl was full,

And my dream was complete.

25 Kisses

This season,

I have something for someone;

It’s sweet, pretty and simple,

For someone lovely, cute and nimble;

When the flowers will blossom,

And the air will be awesome;

It will evolve from my lips,

And will land on someone cheeks;

I know someone’s waiting,

Day and night someone’s longing;

Watching the sunrise and the sunset,

Asking the bird’s about the fate;

Twenty five seasons have passed,

And l have twenty five kisses crisscrossed;

Sweet, pretty and simple kisses with reason,

Twenty five kisses-A kiss for every season

Units of Love

If love would have been measured in ton,
How others would have expressed it to their loved one;
People would have said-“although love has no limits,
But definitely it has some units”;

“I know you love me, but how many ton”,
The girl would ask, making the boy stun;
The boy would answer, “I love you thousand ton”,
And the girl would say, “I love you one more ton”;

The girl would ask “Priya’s boy friend loves her 1 lakh ton,
And you love me only thousand ton”;
The boy would have replied, “They don’t know love’s value,
They weigh love as if it was a golden statue”;


The boy would propose that he loves the girl,
“How many ton”, she would ask with a swirl;
The boy would answer, “One thousand ton”,
And the girl would decline, “Oh! I don’t agree below one lakh ton”;

“Day by day you have to love me one more ton”,
The girl would demand her boyfriend, making its fun;
The boy would say, “Only this, why not”,
Next day, “Show me how love has increased” the girl fought;

So, I think and you must be thinking,
There should be no unit of love and its linking;
So, people should say-“Neither love has limits,
Nor it has any units”

Why I Have Grown?

Oh! Father,

Oh! Mother,

Why I have grown,

From small to big,

It’s so fast,

These thirty years,

Still in my eyes,

I see you,

I feel you,

Like the past days,

I want to sleep beside you,

With my small legs on your stomach,

With my small hands across your neck,

I want to laugh,

I want to giggle,

With my eyes closed,

And rolling between you both,

I was so secure,

On one side were you, Oh! Father,

And on the other side were you, Oh! Mother,

And in between was I,

Holding your fingers,

Safely walking,

Something talking and laughing,

In my own ways,

You were shade in the sun rays,

I can still bear your slaps,

Although I have become so weak,

Without them and the love after that,

Once again,

I want to be small,

Stupid and tiny,

Living with you,

And only you,

Please, Oh! Father,

Please, Oh! Mother.

Love Notes

Lure me & love me,
Oh my dear, oh my honey;
Catch me & kiss me,
Bending on the Knee;

The time is passing,
The mangoes are ripening;
Don’t let the time go,
Eat the fruits in a single go;

So many rains have passed,
I am a still dry surpassed;
Let me or wet me,
Quench my thirst, from your sea;

Day ahead, you will not regret,
I promise, without any bet;
When there will be rains, you will think,
How we loved, you will smile & wink;

Lure me & love me,
Oh my dear, oh my honey;
Catch me & kiss me,
Bending on the Knee.

Don't Leave

For you, I will sing a song,
Full of melodious filaments;
With you, I will live long,
Full of happiest moments;

But please, don’t leave me,
As I will be alone;
For you, I can stand entire life on my knee,
From you, But can’t stay forlorn;

The season changed,
So the day and night;
But I will remain unchanged,
For you, always like glorious light;

So, let’s live this life together as one,
And the life after death too;
For there too, I will sing for you and none,
Please promise, you will not leave me there too