When I am in the crowdWhen I look out for an escapeAnd so lost from farI see no face but yours.A smile that encourages me to go onA smile that petrifies meA smile that makes me blushAnd makes others feel like I have a secret to reveal,That’s when I am with you – I feel. I feel.That’s when I feel That my sweet li’l heart has beenSo stolen as if in years, It’s not been seen.
Then comes a smile on my faceThat makes me feel that I am nobody else.So singled into the corner of my heartI am so myself to you,That smile I must remember to the endAmong the moments – best few.
When the things move farAnd persons get closer,I call it sickness.It’s when your silence talksAnd I have no language to translate,When I have the dream so blind,I can taste and feel.I can listen and smell,But can’t see you in my dream.I die for living.I cry for laughing.And I scream.
It’s when I can understand what you feelAnd I don’t reactBecause I don’t know how to,I can’t connect them with my thoughts.I am confusedLike a school boy in the candy shop.I am forgetfulLike the old man who had a hundred replicas of his key.Life seems to be a labyrinthine maze.A transparent fear, in the darkness, I chase.
…so candid; my life had been YES or NO.A lot many things happening in lifeFor the first time,Or have a last time show.So perplexed the logicsThat seeds my mind,The graph, the trend or the decision tree,All are disconnected, all are loop free.The bell and the bouquet,The flowers and diamond,The persons to wish and the relatives to embrace,I am imprecated,But I pretendTo match your grace.
You leave and live,I am here.If I am true to myself, I am puzzled.And Yes, I have some fear.But believe me, wherever you will be: far or near,You’ll always be so dearTo my smiles and to my tear.
The thoughts are nowSo much in synch,When you come across this poem,You will say“Wish you the same”;I know.
It was september when you came;I was trying to find someoneIn the clean and bright sky and anInnocent star fell in my hand whomI quietly accpted and loved.It’s been years we lived this bond,I’ve never thought how manyIncautious decisions we made,Inculcation of some intimate moments andImpostures that we had played.It was fun.I lived my life more than expectationsI and you and then some…Illusions of your existence here;I remember.Intoxicated with time,I, in September.
All they ask is How it comes to my mind, And I tell that It’s just something of my kind.
As we met and just fell in love; Do not know how. If they ask how it happened, Need not worry; Let’s pretend That we had a story.
Open up your heart And feel the breeze Around, it’s the one In which we Used to walk hand in hand And freeze.
Sometimes you, sometimes me, The story was the same, The writer was different though; To your memories, Only that story I owe.
In this way the story proceeds From mind, each others’ memories we remove. Now we were strangers, so. And when we met the next time, We again fell in love.
Let’s that story make them think, Can something go? Like this? Or in our story Something we miss…
To tell others… Keep it in your memory; We have to pretend That we had a story.
It’s silenceIncreasing with the depth of nightWhen all the party men went inside;I stand on the brink of my terraceTrying to adjust the lens to capture the moonThinkingOne fine eveningLove will come sliding down my chuteAnd whisper.In my EyesThe dreams begin to take patterns!
7:49 AMAmidst the allurement of a September morning’s glory,We woke up with our incomplete story.Two dreams left half-way…And some blabbery of irremembrance, to our dismay. You told me, “I dreamt of something crazy” and I said, “Me too”I said, “tell me”.You said “why me?..first you.” In this conversation I forgot my dreamAnd made up some story for you;You just tried to make yours better;Interrupting me that I was cheating on you. There came a good morningAnd good stories to say…Over a morning coffee,Thus we lied again..In a thoughtful way.
Is it time I should sit silentlyOr just chuck pebbles into the sea ?When I say “I am what I am”;And they say That I am different from me. The days get shorter and nights longerI sit and sit and think,There comes no sightThat hints on a solution,I stare at the sky without a blink. The more and more I say it loud,I find in the sky,One more cloud…Weeping like a confused baby in the street;I quit thinking And promise not to do it againAnd then silently I sit. On the sea-shore,Everyone is confused like me:The moon, the tide, the star fish and the wind;I chuck another pebble into the sea,And stand up, to go home;Thinking again…That I have changed my mind.
Life nowIs just A B C DThe voice of heart is in vowel’s harmony;After missing the past in the crowd of time,There find I, no meaning of “greater or less or equals to”;That’s, to my ears,The eighth solfege syllable in symphony.Now trained, my brainTo add and subtract in mind,No need of Math.s-table is there;The past runs after me,Do not know why.She waves her hand and tells,To stop for a moment, she yells;Do not know what that bible is,But the moment our eyes meet,It reminds me of those fables,The last-night-half-read novel,My fairy talesAnd my mutilated multi-tables.Here cometh a seventh season of no time,It passes like others,Leaves behind a souvenir then;The Arithmetic of life doesn’t end here,I try to forget the past,One, two, three, four,Many times, but in vein.Times back,In my handwriting notesAll those corrections,Crosses and tick marks,And the lines of rules measure;All those seem the same to my eyes: past.And I ask:Is the past, to heart, so closer?To my interrogation,Smiles and replies she,Come back in time,Will tell once you meet me.