Obsession...

You laugh 

With the hint of blossoms,

Brushing your face.....

While I stare,

My red heart,

Brazen with rawish lust......

A grace of your fingers

Stimulates my urge,

To encase your fragility,

Within the walls of my body.......

Forever, yes, and never,

Never ever let go......

When you but hold my hand.....

Restrict your thoughts,

To the horizon of my world.....

Make me your dawn........

Glow with me at dusk......

Let the breeze not touch you,

Before it gushes

Into my innermost senses.....

Let the sands not beguile you,

To set foot before my behest.....

Let the giggling waters,

Wash down my thirst

Before they creep,

Beneath your virgin skin......

The drops of sunlight,

Will enrich my being,

Before they slide down

Your naked shoulders....

Your life, my love,

Is like that of the butterfly.....

Trapped in the cocoons of time....

And I,the connoisseur

Of your silken emotions,

Desire of commemorating

Your palatial existence......

Your maddening scent

Intoxicates my breath......

All of which,I dedicate to thee.......

So poisoned are my sentiments

With your lascivious beauty,

That my eyes refuse to see

Beyond the limits

Your presence draws......

And yet, I sit in silence......

Tormented by your audacious freedom.....

While my fantasies of you,

Are serenely spent,

Dripping with my obsession.....

Wishes In Whispers......

When the Sun lets out
Its last warm breaths,
And brings to an end,
Its daytime reign......
I feel around me,
The wreath of your arms......
As we smile at the day......
Walking down the last lane........

As the night dances in,
The stage with its far off shimmers.....
The moon sprinkles
Her silent chuckles.......
As I float around,
With my arms spread wide......
Listening to the breeze
That brings me your secrets......

When they immerse,
In their dreamless slumber........
I wait for the playful shadows.......
Of the moonbeams, giggling at me.......
As I take resort,
In the quiet passions,
Of molding your silhouette
From bits of darkness........

And for one last time,
I graze the sheets beside me......
With my hopeful hands,
Waiting for your touch........
Praying for divinity to take over.......
For I know not why,
But my soul believes,
That I'll have you there someday.....

And when the herald of the morning,
Washes away my wishful sleep,
Your luring smile dawns on me.......
Ushering me into another infinity......
Where it is only love I see,
And await.....
Like a devout, for God......
For I know not why,
My little heart speaks,
Of emotions I leave unsaid.....
Of wishes spoken in whispers............

Burnt Memories.....

I watch from a distance,

As the pictures decay......

The colours melt......

And mix with the flames.........

With them I lose,

My shrivelled happiness........

With them I erase,

The shimmering dreams........

The smoke, it brings to me,

Mon monde en blanc et noir........

The acrid smell,

Tingles my senses,

The hazy mirror levitating in air,

Yet playing the lewd leviathan......

Rubbing into my eyes sore........

Red streaks on white,

Redolent of my lost serenity.......

I dither about my power to let go........

Pieces of my mind,

Eaten by the inferno........

Words spoken and cherished,

Swallowed by the yellow tongues........

But the destined is done.........

The stars are amused and content,

As I wash my hands one last time,

With the remnants of my once loved soul,

With the ashes of my burnt memories.......

Pendant Ma Chère Vie......

As gentle as a summer cloud,

You float about me.....

With pleasure in your arms,

You lace me with happiness.....

Making my steps light,

Brightness on my face,

Like the gleeful sunrays......

As I laugh with you,

Spreading radiance around.......

Heavy you make,

My heart, sometimes.......

When the light gets too harsh.....

Scorching me,burning emotions......

With teary eyes,

I take your trial, but

You remain the silent culprit.......

Leaving me abandoned,

Like a child without a mother......

And my direction is lost.......

As I reach out and search

For you, in the deafening darkness......

Delicate you make me,

A soul of wax.......

Cast in numerous moulds......

A few moments gone,

And I, a heap of shattered glass......

Sometimes instead,

I'm the pink, yellow, orange

Of the kaleidoscope.....

You play games, a little sordid

Some, I win......

Some, negotiated.....

Some, left unplayed.......

I choose my cards,

Take chances, not knowing

What is hidden,

Behind your sly smiles.....

Those days, when you show,

More dreams than I can see,

I feel lost, quiet......

Pondering over the lessons......

You teach me, hard or happy.........

I think about you then......

And you mock me,

As I foolishly assume,

That I have the reins,

Of your wheels.....

It never was so,

It shall never be......

O life, O dear friend,

You are and always will be,

My most knowing teacher......

My most cherished love......

Your hand in mine,

Whether in good times or bad,

Makes me complete, human......

No matter how many days of laughter,

Or how many days I cry.....

What's most important,

Is having the whole of you, my life!

An Ode To My Love......

Let the sun of your soul,

Shine on me bright.....

Let the touch of your fingers,

Blind me of all sight.....

Your eyes, they speak to me....

In volumes unsaid.....

The promises you keep,

Spin my life's thread......

The depth I seek,

In the ocean of your thoughts......

Sweep me off the conscious.......

Satisfy what I sought......

The flowers full of smiles,

That you lay on my lap......

Remind me of the blooms,

We ran through, that first spring.....

Like the butterflies you flew.....

Around me, within me.....

Splashing a myriad of colours around......

Painting me red,

Like the rose of your passion.....

I seek you in the morning dew,

For you are my freshness........

I find you in the newborn leaves,

For you are the tenderness,

Of my breath.......

The calm of your voice,

Like a wash of petals on my face......

You hide behind your shy dreams......

My softest desires you chase......

Let me drink to my heart's content,

From the fountain of your love........

Let me sing the sweetest notes,

From the unheard melodies you play..........

Let me into your cove of emotion........

Unravel the mysteries you hide.......

Let me walk you 

Through the overwhelmed forest.........

In this silent, moonless night.......

Let our souls be bound,

By the fragile strings of faith........

Let the breeze bring us close.......

For in your arms I'll lay.......

Let us build our world....

With love we will make it divine.....

'Cause I will belong to you forever......

And you will always be mine........

For you Superman..... :)

Titli....

There sits the little child,

Imaginative, wide eyed......

Proudly telling her friend,

"You wait and watch Rani,

Its just the best in class now....

There will be a day

When I'll fly high,

And dance in the skies......

My voice will do wonders,

And stupefy those people.....

My feet will sprinkle magic,

And they will make me the best!

Such dreams weaves she,

A doe-eyed girl of nine,

So aptly named Titli......

With wings of fantasies

Taking her so high,

That the blazing reality,

Does not graze her little mind....

And smack! Lands a slap

On her rosy cheek

"Don't you have any shame girl?

Talking of obscenities like that?

You need to marry,

And build your life

And not dream of dances divine!

Tears of horror fill Titli's eyes,

As she hears the sentence for life.....

"No Ma! Its not bad!

It is my deepest desire,

My passion! My life!

But the prejudices of convention,

Closed the doors of the mother's heart.....

As she walks away disgusted,

Leaving the child to cry.......

Days come and go,

As nature showers beauty,

Of body, mind and soul

On Titli, the bright faced angel of eleven,

With the power of dancing,

That stuns people around...

And the gift of a voice,

That makes them oblivious,

To any other sound....

As she binds tales of melancholy,

In her soft notes of purity,

Father comes in thundering

"You unfortunate wretch!

How dare you whine so loud??

People are talking and wondering,

Of what are you so proud?

Get ready in a day!

Thanks to the Devi,

Your groom is on his way."

Titli sat aghast.....

Was this song her last?

Not a word came out in shock,

As her mother dressed her in red........

Too terrified was little Titli,

To find out where her fate led....

The next morning he was there,

A haggard of thirty-forty...

A golden tooth shining among the brown,

And eyes red with toddy.....

"Where is my queen?" he demanded

As he threw a wad of money,

There came Titli, shivering, astounded

"No rituals will be done now,

I'm in a hurry," said he

And grabbed Titli, by her wrist

Taking her away from her family.....

A cry of helplessness echoed that day,

And so Titli was never heard of again......

Today she sits in that corner,

At the end of forbidden streets...

Painted with artificiality,

That covers her soulless face.....

No purpose has she left,

She cackles when called a "disgrace".....

Did destiny need to be so harsh?

She pondered day and night........

What sin had she committed?

That brought her to this plight?

And then there was a day,

In the dungeons of her life....

When she became a mother,

And gave birth to a girl child......

That day swore Titli,

That her doll would not be her.....

This new Titli was born to fulfil,

The broken dreams of her mother....

And there she allows her child to fly,

Never look back, just soar high.....

Ringing the bells of happiness in her ears........

Rekindling the hope of living in her eyes......

A Writer's Dream....

I often find myself,

In the middle of crowded crossroads.....

Misted by opinions,

And advices blown into my eyes....

So that I see,

What the world wants me to see.....

It is then that I decide,

To rub and open my eyes....

Its then that I choose,

To take my own direction....

But towers of obligations,

Try to seize my rights....

My right to be me...

Its then that I stand,

Up and against that,

Which binds me to compromise,

On my needs, my desires.....

When they say move aside,

I take my stand, not to defy,

But to make my point.....

It is as wrong to violate,

As it is to tolerate violation.....

When they ask me to keep low,

For the blindly respected beings.....

I raise my voice,

Not as an altercation,

But to criticize the loopholes of equality....

When they say, "Present your defence"

I take it as an offence,

That I must need statements,

To prove my identity.....

I'm sized by angry eyes.....

And hushed by sneering voices......

Pushed behind by hostile shoulders.....

So that the truth may be left to rot,

In the crevices of thick books......

But I will rise everytime I fall.......

I will speak for my voiceless comrades......

I will stand for that which is just.....

I will write, to move, to change.....

And one day the echoes,

Of my voice, my words

Will rejuvenate kindred souls

To fulfil, a writer's dream.......