Things will get worse

thats the only certainty in life!

Forgotten Blog

Not only did I forget that I had a Blog @ Blogspot
My life has been pr-occupied so much....
I have also forgotten poems.....
I miss me!
Before Translation.....

Translating Tattoos

Nothing remains of that great love of mine

Except the scars it left on her skin

The seduction of the twilight

The desire of the night

The right kisses on the wrong lips

The intensity of her hips

The universe getting frozen for a while

The way we both used to fall for the same teasing lie

The death wish of a suicide bomber

Exploding …..

All gone

In the absence of that great love of mine

Only the blinds can read between the lines

Under the darkness of a Sun gone Black

Since you’ve been gone

Nothing is left of that wonderful memory called us

The walk in the woods

The talk over the phone

The play on the bed

The trembling of the knee

The shiver on the spine

The dinner on the table

The heat in the kitchen

And the heat in our bloods

All disappeared

Nothing remains of the once great love of mine

Except the regrets tattooed on your skin.

Almost Nothing

Not much depends on the Moon any longer

It does not matter What promises you make

Nothing would make much of a difference now

The sheet, the covers, the pillows, the smoke

It would always remain pale from now on

As you are still where I had lost you.



somewhere

between the Tigris and Euphrates

they say babylon was lost

since then sixty one and half trillion waves

have washed the shores

wiping away all the traces of that loss

but you are still where I had lost you.



A murderous moon peeks through the windows

Getting glimpses of love making sweats

Dripping down

So much depended on the midnight shower together

As the stalker moon kept on peeping

Do you remember?

Nothing much depends on memories anylonger

Cause you are still where I had lost you.





All those Near-death people who came back

Will tell you that there is no killing moon in hell

“And the nights are cold and days are long”

And you’d never wanna stay

Without the one you craved so much for

As if your life depended on her

But not much depends on that these days

As you are still where I had lost you.



And while you are still where I had lost you,

I have lost eleven pounds since

and sent 19 hundred and fifty six texts

listened to crap music and watched 76 HBO movies.



In last five months, I have met three girls

And woke up in the morning with none

Since I lost you, I have not dreamt a single dream

about you

and you are still where I had lost you.

The homicidal moon keeps staring at anyway,

As I sip my coffee in the balcony without you.

Not much depends on that.

Never Let You Go

Can’t bear watching planes fly

Give me one more try

I’d wish on a million more stars

Just to hold on to this night

Lately

I've been feeling this quiver on my left knee

don't know what it is....

though its nowhere near my heart

I am scared

knees can turn out to be more important than the heart

Sometimes, running is the only way

u can stay rooted

'have a funny feeling

its not good news!

Life In abstracts

Like Water Drops on Burning Rocks

She evaporates

On my first touch

Lying down and cigarettes in her head

She Blows.

So as the wind as it goes

“Let me call him”

And breathe-in his smoke

Once more!

She has this chocolate hair and coffee eyes

Melts near my body temperature

I turn into smoke

At her first stare

We lurk late

We Sing sins.

Yes, she is the wind.

Swift, almighty, brave

And she loves to blow

Softly,

Under my skin.

Traced by light,

In the realm of night

In some parallel universe

Come

Come along

To be as you are

Or not,

With me

Your dying wish

As One.

Is this symmetry?

As all doors have?

Is this cemetery?

That all doors crave for?

In the fullness of the
Moon,

Strolling down on empty streets

Ranging from

Whispering winds and broken dreams

Everything here comes to pass.

Sometimes

Sometimes the promise of a night can be cajoled
To let my love to flower even in the desert of your heart
Broken and thirsty without the bleeding of a long distant hurt
Forgive me for all the offences I have cause
Sometimes, you keep all your windows closed
And refuse to allow the fly flee
You need to have some company
In this living--alone-together night.

Sometimes, when you refuse to let the smell go
Outside of you and hold your breath as long as you can
In the chill of the whispering wind of the moonclad night
Sometimes his kiss will still leave you inside the cold of the room
then Flying like the eagle through all the darkness of the space and time
landing on the soft lilac lips of hers
Just like love!