Free Soul

He can make reality out of fiction and fiction out of reality leaving you wonder about the hidden truth. You just can't really judge him. You shouldn't attempt to. He is too many people in one person. You can't keep hold on to him for long. An artist is a free soul. A wanderer - but certainly not lost.

Wreck

I was too deep an ocean and you were too heavy to float. It caused you to drown. And that was the thing I was most afraid of. I thought you could sail or swim. But you didn't. You couldn't. You weren't even prepared to plunge. But you did and drowned. You took the risk. You couldn't measure the depth of my love. Now at the bottom of my heart you will remain buried forever, like a shipwreck at the bottom of the ocean. I was too deep for you. Sigh!

Once More

When I die,
I'll be a shooting star.
You'll make a wish,
seeing me falling afar.

And I'll get you
what you ask for,
breaking myself
for you once more.

Change

Winter is almost gone and the Spring is coming. Seasons change and they leave us sick. Maybe because we get so used to some things that their absence makes us restless. And this is true with people too perhaps. They change and leave us sick.

Intuition

Sometimes I think,
if I hide myself,
would you come
to find me?
But I don't.

Because,
somewhere
deep down,
I already know
that you won't.

Moments

Some of life's
best and
worst moments
are same
and happen
by chance.

Like,
watching you sleep
and knowing
it won't last long,
neither the sleep
nor the glance.

The Wish

Between all these days
and all these nights,
my dreams turned
into nightmares
like crashing flights.

Amidst all the loss and gain,
and despite that subtle pain,
I may not show,
I may not say,
I may not express it again.

But what I felt once
holds true still,
I always wish
you to come to me
and I always will.

The Interview

He was being interviewed at his first book launch.

 

"One last question Mr. Dev", asked the interviewer, "how would you like to be remembered after you leave this world?"

 

"I don't want to be remembered at all", there was a small pause before he continued, "because it'll hurt my people more then".

 

"I want to be remembered now when I'm all alive. If someone loves me, misses me or cares for me, I want them to come to me and say it looking straight into my eyes."

 

"For me, this makes more sense because once I'm gone, I won't be there to know it, I won't be there to appreciate it. So do it now and let me reciprocate what I feel for you."

 

"Because life is too short to be shy."

His answer got more buyers than his book.

Sigh

Through the window I glance
at the dark midnight sky
and wonder if I could ever fly.

Far, so far and so high,
wishing everything and
everyone a final goodbye.

But what I wish may never come by,
so to the world I close my eye
and sleep through my loneliness
with dying hopes and a sigh.

Ignorance

Love is hard
like ice
and soft
like snow.

It's just that
what we see
and how much
we know.

Way Out

I wish someday you know I'm true,
and the one I need is you.

For you, it maybe too early to say,
but I know I am on my way,

Bring me your fears if you have any,
we'll find a way, there are many.

I tried to leave it and move on,
but the love was never really gone.

I  may not say it everyday but still,
I've loved you and always will.

All Well Deserved

There are things
that make me happy,
and there are things
that make me sad.

Then there are people
behind all these things,
but it doesn't make me
even a little less glad.
 

Perspectives

You kept on telling,
from far where you stood-
what I do can,
and what I should.

I kept on yelling,
you never understood-
what I did,
and what I could.

Silence

Tears unrolled,
Pain untold,
She thinks no one cares,
If she doesn't share.
But I can read minds,
Maybe she's unaware.
As I pack my stuff,
She keeps herself tough.
But I know her inner state,
I wish I could stay, but,
The time wouldn't wait.
I still have to depart,
Though with a heavy heart.
The journey is self chosen,
Her silence leaves me frozen.
To ask her, I couldn't dare.
All I can say is that,
Some fairwells aren't fair.

 

P.S. - Dedicated to all the strong mothers out there whose children have to leave their home for study/work.

If I Were Not Me

I wonder if I were not me,
What else I could be,
A flower among the thorns,
Or a quiet summer tree.
A lonely artist's brush,
Or someone's first crush.
Maybe I could be a guitar,
Or a wish granting star.
Rain shower in summer noon,
A child's amaze, a balloon.
Roaring like an ocean's tide,
A quiet tear of a new bride.
What if I be your smile,
Resting on your lips for awhile.
Or what if I be in your heart deep?
Will you mind me to forever keep?

She is Poetry

Poetry doesn't have to rhyme.
I am not perfect,
neither you nor anyone.
She is not perfect either.
But she is poetry.
And she doesn't rhyme.
But then again,
poetry doesn't have to rhyme.

A Heart With A Patch

So what it's broken and scattered,
in love it doesn't really matter.
For love is always in demand,
I'll not store it and preserve,
I'll stitch my heart and offer it
to someone else who deserves.
Let me see who tries for the catch,
a heart full of love despite a patch.

The Meeting Point

It's so good for two people to be like two parallel lines. Both will move to the same direction keeping the exact and perfect distance. It's like two people living a life their own way yet complimentary to each other. One's life is independent yet incomplete without the other. Maintaining the perfect amount of space and distance between the relation - not so far, no so close. But then there is a negative point - they don't meet each other. Never ever. This makes their relation incomplete though unending.

And then there are two intersecting lines. They move to their own directions at their own pace. They do not compliment each other. They are free - like wind blowing at its own will. But they meet for at least once. And that point, that intersecting point, is their mark of perfection. At this very point they are in complete harmony and in complete surrender. They lose themselves in each other. At that point, their identity is merged and there remains no one or the other.

This intersection, this meeting point doesn't last for long. But in that one moment they are in perfection. And then they move again to their predefined directions at their predefined pace - never to meet each other again.

I see both of us like those two intersecting lines. And I'm glad that for at least one moment we were in perfection.

By The Window

Let us sit by the window and watch the rain,

it won't fix the heart nor it'll heal the pain.

But just bring us some leisure to think,

and maybe some tears to shed and drink.

To revisit the memories while raindrops pour,

to relive the forgotten moments once more.

I know you don't like the rain much, though,

it's worth waiting for the following rainbow.

Let us forget for a while our love or hate,

let us just sit by the window and wait -

for the rain to end,

for the wounds to mend,

for our paths to bend.

Opposites Attract

They thought they were opposites. She liked summers while he felt winters more comforting. She liked sunny days but to him, rains always made him dance though he was not at all good at dancing. She didn't like books but he had a personal library. Also, she wasn't a loner like him, among other things. They were quite opposites you know. And yet they felt the pull towards each other. Like they say, opposites attract, so was their story.

They met couple of times like two random flowers touch mid-air when the wind is blowing. They were like those two random flowers. But he couldn't bear the force of wind and fell on the ground while she blossomed even more.

She was the poetry and he was the poet. For some time, they both were complimentary to each other like a poem and the signature under it. She was known by him and he was by her. Then came the time when signature turned into initials and initials too lost their importance. Like it always happens, everyone remembered the poem and forgot the poet. She was still a poem but he became an anonymous poet. Gradually he lost the anonymous title too.

They thought they were opposites, so as a rule, they would attract. Of course they did, but not for long. They weren't opposites, they were quite similar. They were like same poles of two magnets. And whenever they tried to come close, they pushed each other in the opposite directions.