~ Ecliptic…

~ Ecliptic…

 

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Let’s meet in Autumn,

When the leaves are leaving home…

Or let’s meet soon after that;

When the trees are naked…

Or may be a further after;

When they play a snowman wearing a white blanket…

Or how about one more step ahead;

When they are covered with glittery green colours…

 

But why do we need a season?

 

let’s just meet without any reason…

Let’s follow the ecliptic path;

perfectly like Sun follows Earths spark…

You and me, we should just meet,

to create memories in every season, let that be the reason…

Let’s live moments and memories;

and create a lore, let’s just meet more, more and more…

~ Crescent…

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And they started to walk together…

they walked in a straight line which had highs and lows,

as if the road was trying to match their heartbeat,

an up and a down, an up and a down…

 

In between they held their hands,

the cold breeze numbed his hands,

almost frozen and they needed to be warmed,

brush of their palms was just enough to give him a slight current,

and their hearts spoke to each other, enhancing the  warmth…

 

The sun wasn’t that bright,

but this pancake layer of moon was visible,

the shape wasn’t perfect round,

as if…

they both had taken a bite and made it a waxing crescent.

White pancake perfectly placed on this big blue plate,

it was their first day-moon moment together…

~ Cham Cham Chew…

I chew, chew; Cham Cham chew,

Sometime Cham then squeak, rumble and whomp; yes I chew…

 

I Chewed the nails; while in my deep thoughts,

The  end of a pencil; to solve a puzzle…

 

I Chewed few books ; om nom nom some I tasted,

some swallowed and some I digested…

 

I chewed Tobacco and a pipe;when my world was wild and ripe,

Once I met a whore; chewed her brains as I chewed her soul…

 

I even chewed my thoughts,

Wondered, pondered  till my body soared with adrenaline rush…

 

Next time you find me chewing, remember!

do not chastise me; after all, it is my body at work…

 

Knowing that chewing helps thinking,when the thinking gets hard;

I chew, chew; Cham Cham chew…

I chew my brain…

~ Shhh…

Yellow light, passing through pellucid crystal glass,

the serenity and sound of silence, hallelujah!..the Shhh…

 

Flimsy air, a delicate fondle, touched her hair,

the morning herd, Sunday prayer, mass…the Shhh…

 

Magically orchestrated, brick by brick, her body,

two awning windows, bordered red, lips…the Shhh…

 

An elbow prod, the tingle the prickle, a silent moan,

latched eyes, stripped we canoodled, drip…the Shhh…

 

Hazelnut eyes, fiery touch, cuddled sheets,

light shimmered on her, we screamed, more…and the Shhh…

~ 3 Pounds…

Of-course you have to use one,

It isn’t safe my dear, otherwise,

I wouldn’t have bothered if you had none,

Since I know, you have to use one…

 

Hey, don’t be a lazy bum,

What’s the matter with you, catch a breath,

Count until ten, fine, only until three,

It isn’t going to cost you anything, it’s free…

 

Don’t rush, no, you won’t do without, use it,

It’s right up there, don’t mess with your hair,

Will you please stop, please, hold it right there,

Let me help you, come here, bare…

 

You know what’s the problem, we avoid an effort,

It may seem brave in haste, it’s nasty,

Why to later regret, make choices that are sane,

You have one, use it, I’m talking about your…brain…

~ एक BAR…

Twinkle twinkle little stars,

I see, when I walk out of the bar,

All in pair, broken beyond repair,

no-one gives a thought, forget care…

भैया, दीदी, भूख लगी है कुछ खिला दो,

हमने किसी का क्या बिगाड़ा है, बता दो

 

…here he comes…

 

Trying , walking straight, swaying but didn’t fall,

Pushes himself in the car, he’s okay not drunk at all,

पीछे से वो आवाज़ लगाते है, बुलाते है,

आपके तो यहाँ रोज़ आते है, हम रोज़ भूखे सो जाते है

 

His morning is fine, a little head spin,

vomit maybe or a little puke in the bin,

और वो रात की आवाज़ फिर आती है,

तुम्हें प्यास और भूख हमें रोज़ सताती है

 

Nothing much comes to mind for rest of the day,

Evening, drives his car back to the bar…

ये एक-Bar की बात नहीं, हर bar की कुछ ऐसी ही कहानी है,

भूख निगलतेनिगलते भूख निगल जाती है जिनको, कुछ बच्चे ऐसे भी पलते हैं

~Besotted…

Feeling free like a kite, swaying left and then right,

He was a man so drunk, never ate no chunk,

Quite he kept, all alone he wept, stood like a tree,

His body was drowned, burnt and buried, soul he exhumed,

Wandering through the labyrinth of steep and dirty streets,

On stairs he stayed, in parts he lived, stripper, the girl he missed,

Love he had, love he gave, all of it, every bit

She left him, naked, all stripped, of love, all bit…

~ Ohh life…

 

Ohh life…

I remember meeting you once, just across the street;

You looked as lively as a squirrel

Little to your knowledge I saw you walking;

Jumping, hopping long miles with criss crosses along your side

Your tiny little feet and petite hands;

two rubber bands and that mischievous smile

Bought back the meaning to my life;

Rejoiced, for my soul was alive

Times passed by and for once, I met you again;

Your were withered in despair

You found a knife and it didn’t miss you;

And Alas! You were gone

You cut the vein; as you couldn’t endeavour the pain

There was flood, a flood of blood, You were red,

DROP by drop, you ceased and came to a full STOP…