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A LONELY HOUSE… WINDOWS ACHE

A LONELY HOUSE… WINDOWS ACHE SO I WAIT FOR YOU LIKE A LONELY HOUSE TILL YOU SEE ME AGAIN AND LIVE IN ME TILL THEN MY WINDOWS ACHE -Pablo Neruda He came yesterday. Like every other day he said he is occupied but yet he will make time. He is writing, thinking, “being” what he is all the time: different person at different times of the day like the waning and the waxing of moon. He said, he was thinking now that he needed a break. And he thought of her; the punishment of silence he proclaimed on her. That was four days back. He decided to never tell her that he hated her or being a spoil-sport, a cold blooded reptile in the shoddy light of the prying moon under the canopy of trees. He was surprised to see her fangs unwarned, poisonous and dark. If he could ask her may be she would have told him how its not really her fault. She turns into a mirror at times, inadvertently, and reflects her surroundings. Soulless and inert, just a reflector, like the mo
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A poem called DESIRE: shorter version

A poem called DESIRE: shorter version He knew he could never hold her For his hands were her fuel Her eendhan in Hindi if he ever dared to touch she would disappear in a flicker consumed by the thousand flames of their tumultuous desire. She too knew, on him, she could never abut For he once warned, one sunny morn How he would for forever escape her invisible hands grasp vanish into thin air like a wasp becoming immortal if their bodies Were together ever cast How she wished For him to be her mortar And longed to be his pestle Touching each other all the time Grinding their insides On the pretext that work came by in the dark corners of an empty kitchen always alone and piled up on top of each other a couple together meant to be A must be: a silent conspiracy. Like the phone that loses power and yearns for that which lies outside, its charger Distant, disconnected Yet essential for the survival: Of its lifeless body dear, She too longs for her co-conspirator her artful, c
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She and he: “two fish swimming in a fishbowl” We are not going Anywhere

She and he: “two fish swimming in a fishbowl” We are not going Anywhere Hide and seek is the game our eyes play every-time they meet throbbing veins pulsating strange yet familiar feelings Floating gazes caressing faces whispering pregnant promises Breathing life into a body of Star Dust and Ashes Crowded room lonely lovers simmering odds of light or gloom dark silouettes hushed songs cascading shadows righting wrongs crafting banter fighting gloom weaving life hiding n rooms Two travelers One story One loom tying together stories old N’ new, Of mighty colours And myraid hues Silent embraces Parting gazes gifting solaces Matching paces Tiring goals Sickening routines Drains dreams from Tired vacant faces Kisses wrapped back Tightly pressed in rest Lips un-parted For everyones best His whims her ornaments Her wounds his prizes forgetting falls remembering rises Bruises galore Breaking walls Melting core Vows/Promises Unasked, unsaid, unkept At reality qu
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nothing and nothingness

The dark night had never been soothing to my tired senses. I close my eyes and millions of fractured images pierce through my virginal sleep, dreams used to be my daily fodder long ago but now these interrupting collages keep me away from my penchant; to weave new tales of life, love and luck. Every hour the clock in my hallways strikes the requisite number of times religiously and; silently falls back into its quiet slumber- only to re-emphasize its ticking that was lost in the sounds of people snoring and in the rhythmical sound made by the spinning breeze oozing out of fanatically winding wings of the fan. One more day of my life has passed…and wt happened?----nothing ----oh! Be cautious, do not over read into the charming enigmatic word “nothing”. I was stressed and restless when the world around me was spinning ceaselessly with events, happenings, facts, findings, highs, lows etc and I was alarmed of the vertigo that was overpowering my rational faculty. All I wished vehemently w
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Once upon a time he said...

" Caught in a maelstrom Deserted by my closest Oh Jesus, do you see our destinies intertwined - yours and mine Why the familiar déjà - vu ? Jesus, you had a higher pedestal - heaven to escape to.. What about me, a mortal.. Mistakes can be made up for ; But you can murder someone only once Stabbed brutally was I not once but twice - (Ha Jesus, you remember this number too, don’t you) Every line of verse seems a lie Words I longed to hear.. Seem to have lost their way Convince me: Something she was never able to achieve Confuse me: Well, I deluded her into believing that she managed to I was branded insensitive Look at the irony I don’t get the answers I want I am lied to I am ignored Prostitutes are treated better Besides, they can boast of the moolah Caught in a maelstrom Deserted by my closest But I shall swim through… I will swim through…"
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nothing really happens...

Why cant I possess you- With all my love that I can offer you inturn? Why cant I love you- With all my heart and self? Why cant I tell you That I miss you and spend sleepless nights thinking about u? You never looked back after you said goodbye tonight Not even a peck on cheek; before you left me to be alone again to face the endless monotony of life, of worthlessness: where nothing really happens. Why do you do this? Don’t you realize that nobody can love you more than I do May be I am not pure and innocent anymore But does that really make a difference? May be not the role of a patient listener tonight But of a passionate lover. Gift me for the last time- the world of sacred mirages. Just let me live in the world of illusions That would anyways crumble and fall apart when you run out of patience- Slap me and wake me up or let me live in your arms just for just for a moment that will be my eternity… I promise you no more insanities, no more insecurities Just let me hold you. Look a
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a reply to my jealous lover (who did not ask me for justifications)

“No justifications please” You say this and you ramble as you please? What murder? What guile? Trust me I know: You are not so fragile. Whats up with you? What had gone wrong? To my perfumed letter- You answer in a woeful song! The metaphor of Jesus, the rhymes on treachery, you call me traitorous Judas You assassinate; and on me are accusations of butchery! Wake up dear You are deluded Wake up lover You are derided Ever heard the tale of Othello?- Or moors last lines Post-being deserted? Stop tattooing me With you notions on my frailty We all are petty humans And as it must be We all carry traits of mortality: Sometimes I waver Sometimes I wander May be a couple of mistakes… Too high is the price I say If you plan to burn me on stakes… In the end my jealous lover I would beg you to holiday at ease And I too end with my little please: “No justifications please”
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