Make me good, some more

The painting was colorful and beautiful
just like the painter's soul.
A daemon came to see the exhibition
And stared at the painting so hard
that he got blinded by the honesty,
Of the work.
But after he was gone,
left behind on the painting was a spot
a back spot..........right in the center.
The painter tried to remove it.
The spot didn't budge.
In fact it tried to grow and occupy the whole space.
The painter fought hard, day in and day out
The spot too tried to defeat the painter.
The fight never finished.
The painter never gave up.
The spot never gave up.
Finally the painter stopped.
He cried and prayed.
"Make me good, some more.
Make me like you, some more."

Let's Create

The desert is dry
The rains are due
Lets create a world entirely new,
My lovely, my you.

My baby

Suddenly I wake up.
Someone called out my name,
or is it just a dream.

Somehow, I stand up.
I Walk unsteadily towards the Dias.
The hangover of the beer we had years ago
Is still strong.

I can hear the people clapping.
Some crying, some sobbing.
All standing.
Is it just a dream?
Or is it true?
It's true.

Am I walking alone?
I look over my own shoulders.
Yes I'm.
Am I crying?
Yes I'm.

Are you there? Somewhere?
I look around.
No you aren't.

Finally I reach to the center stage.
Someone came and gave me something.
All I could hear is people clap.
And I'm expected to say something.
What do I say? What am I expected to say?

As usual, I'm not prepared again.
I never wanted to compose one
After you were gone.
I never wanted to win
After you were gone.

Finally here I'm
Standing mute.
Unable to speak.
Thinking that it's not this,
But it was you, my baby, whom I had wanted.

The Girl is you

The head: is still aching
The tears: are not stopping.
The song: is still repeating.
The old chats: with you, I'm still reading.
The vodka: I'm still sipping.
The girl: is you, whom I'm so much missing.

I Love You

Everything ....Everything....
Seems to be in disarray....
work is hectic
and all other things are just too taxing.
And Some xistential questions.
And then
I see you.
And then
All the tensions seem to just sublime away.
You are beautiful.
I love you.

Open Up and drench

Fill your lungs to full
Spread your wings to maximum
and jump.

Open your eyes wide
And absorb greenery.
Merge in it.

Look at the blue water beneath.
Jump again.

Drench yourself.

past mid-night

In a couple of hours
The sun may rise.
But who cares!
I'm not looking after this world.
Neither do I intend to.
I give a damn if the sun doesn't rise tomorrow.
Or even if it rises.

morose

"Why the hell did u come here now"
He shouted at her
His eyes all red
The bottle all empty.
He didn't want her
to see him drunk.

He walked to her.
Somehow.
And fell at her feet.
And cried.

Portrait

A rotating penthouse
In the tallest building in the capital.
Slightly drunk,
Slightly high,
Slightly old but filthy rich,
He sits on his sofa.

The wine bottle is half empty
The gulz around are half naked,
attempting at humor and seduction
to attract his attention.

He seems to be least interested.
May be too much of the same thing.
And again he thinks of her.
With tears in his eyes,
He realizes
What he missed.

He thought
That this is not what he had wanted.
Well, then how did he get all this?
He then realized,
These are precisely what he had wanted,
And She was what he had needed.
He had got what he had wanted.
And these wants - he no more needed.
And what he needed was long gone.
Into the oblivion of the past.

Irony!!

The journey has not been so long
But it has been tiring and taxing.
I'm tired and fatigued.
A few steps more
And I'll be at top.
I tell myself
To carry on....
To not look back.

I tell myself
Not to think of you.
And I've been telling myself throughout the journey
not to think of you.
And the irony is,
Whenever I say this to myself,
I've been actually thinking about nothing else
But u.

Night Rider

I wanted to ride
through a journey called life.
I wish you could be with me, on this trip.
To hug me tight.
To be by my side.

You are the only reason.

For Hundred and fifty hours,
without any break, without any bread.
Six bullets already inside me.
On the battlefield, finally I lie
And think why shouldn't I just die?
And then the only reason
I find not to, is you.


The tenth round in progress
The brawler on move, in form.
I can hardly see.
Can barely sense.
And then I think
Why shouldn't I just give up?
And then the only reason
I find not to, is you.

wow!!

Strong chilly wind
And clouds pouring down.
When he jumped.
His bare body in rhythm.
And a splash.
He swam effortlessly.
Till he was at a safe distance.
from the ship.

He just floated.
The ship was out of sight.
The wind and the rain
and the sea below.
He was finally feeling that wow!!.

Happy New Year.

After a long-long time
I entered into a new year
Without a Puff of smoke
Without A drop of wine.
An year which
I'm gonna claim as mine.

Bang Bang

Suddenly the flock of birds
Fled the trees.
Blanket of silence covered the village.
The cacophony became starkly audible
The blood started oozing out.

Two more shots.
Bang. Bang.
And the slayers fled too.
The sound of bike faded in distance.

He was lying in a pool of blood.
He had always hated to wait.
And here he laid, waiting.
The wait for the last breath.

He wasn't shocked or surprised.
Always knew that this is how
His life will meet death.
He had betrayed enough people.
Had killed enough men.
Had made enough money.
He had given up on thinking long time back.

Today, lying on his deathbed,
He had just one wish.
To lie in his mother's lap
So that she can gently massage his head.
To put him to sleep.
Deep eternal sleep.

breath

Why should I write for You tonight?
Why shouldn't I just sleep alright?
Does it really matter?
To You?
If it's a drop of blood?
or a bucket of sweat?
a small cut
or an amputed leg?


Is it just about life and death?
Is it just about that one breath?
Perhaps, it is.
And precisely thats the reason
the beggar here yesterday
gave his only roti
to his only doggie.
So that he lives, and breathes.
So, how is the starved beggar doing?
Well, Who cares?? Unless he is dead!!

Scent

If it's not a volcano,
It's not worth trekking.
If there are no lions in a jungle,
It doesn't excite...doesn't kindle.
If the destiny is known,
Its meaning itself is blown.

At this point, I narrate
a story, which no one is gonna hate.

Once upon a time
There was a desert...so remote,
No one had ventured there before.
Its sand storms were fatal
And the creatures so very scary.
Then a man chose
to make the desert tale - fairy!!

He walked to the desert bare foot.
Plow was his tool, courage his weapon,
It took him years it's told,
before he struck his first gold.

The aroma of crude filled the air.
The desert now
had a fragrance.
The man lied on sand
in trance.


coming back to my point
I'd like to add a few more lines.

If, beneath any heaven,
lies no desert,
It's not a heaven at all.
If you lose in a fight,
It was never a fight.

Depth

The tears were shallow
The weep - pretty cheap
Strangely the smile, I noticed
Was far too deep.

He could feel
Her emotions of steel
Each muscle in her frame
struggle, fight, writhe in pain
Just to make that one smile
Come alive. In real style.

He looked at her animated face
And drops rolled down.
He didn't make any effort
to hide his tears.
He couldn't help but came closer
And kissed her.
The salt in the tears
Tasted sweet.

last peg

He completed his last peg
Smoked his last cigarette
Got up
steady on his feet
Picked up a dart
and threw it on the board.
It missed the board
by a foot.
He then fell
on the carpet.
Lying flat on the floor
he thought
was he really steady?

Let it go

I wanted to write
something new tonite.
I wanted to dream
something big tonite.
But I wish you could
just let it go!