I am and these four walls (A Poem)

I am and these four walls

Lay aloof and doze in solitude imposed

Lay till eyes weep

Sleep until I cannot sleep

Walls of melancholy

Roof of dejection

Corners of rejection

And Floor of despair

Do not my broken pieces repair

In a state of delirium, I call for unity*

Except the plead falls on ears deaf

For all the emotions now dead

I am and these four walls

I am and these four walls

Protected, cemented, plastered

From the filthy world outside

Walls raised high

And Walls spread wider

No soul could creep in

No ghost could fly higher

Souls of happiness dead

Ghosts of past demised

Protected from the world outside

Except the world within takes its toll

In beats, flesh and in soul

In the midst of Somewhere (A Poem)

In the midst of Somewhere, He was Nowhere

Wounded in full, quarter healed, half inebriated in the passion of His desires

He continued with the stroll

Whistling in silence, flowing in the flow, knowing not where to go

He went on with the stroll

Shattered hopes, dispelled beliefs, faces lost to adversity

He plodded with the stroll

Conscious featherweight, feet off earth, conscience weighed heavy

He shambled with the stroll

No purpose on His mind, no want to His soul, halting for a brief

He resumed with the stroll

Seldom (A Poem)

There was a plenty to be expected,

There was a few to be received

There was a lot to be desired,

There was a tad to be fulfilled

There was a mate when I dozed, in bed

It was gone when I dawned, in red

There was a 50 I had,

There was a 100 I spent

There was an eternity at the end of the road,

But the road never seemed to end

More often than not I longed to have my way,

Seldom I had it in the end

Ki Main Door Jaa Raha Hoon... (A Poem)

Meri nishaaniyan sambhale rakhna

Unse dhool jhaade rakhna

Ki main door jaa raha hoon…

Mere khat apne dil mein basaaye rakhna

Meri har nazm khud mein dabaye rakhna

Ki main door jaa raha hoon…

Meri raah ke deepak bujha dena

Meri yaad ke diye jalaaye rakhna

Ki main ab laut ke naa aaonga…

Jab yaad kabhi aaye meri

To bheetar jhaank lena

Jo raat me hichki sataaye meri

Paani girte ashko ka pee lena

Jab raha naa jaaye mere bagair

Aansoo do aur bahaa lena

Man kare jo baat karne ka mujhse

To goonjti khamoshiyan meri sun lena

Baahon mein bharne ka jo jee kare

To aanchal apna samet lena

Jo mujh sa chehera dikhai de kahin

Aankhein apni moond lena

Ki main door jaa raha hoon…

Ki main ab laut ke naa aaonga…

Tumhare khayaal na dil mein ghar banaayein mere

Main itni door jaa raha hoon

Ki chalte chalte samay se pag chinnha bhi mit jaayein mere

Main itni door jaa raha hoon

Meri rooh ka sparsh na tum tak pahunch sake

Main itni door jaa raha hoon

Main itni door jaa raha hoon

Ki main ab laut ke naa aaonga…

Pigeons on my Balcony

Pigeons on my Balcony

LOVE

Missing you is a part of my daily life. Missing you is a part of me. I miss you when I am awake, I miss you when I am in sleep, I see you in my dreams and I talk to an imaginary you. And because I miss you all the time, I never miss a thought of you. I never really miss you because I live in the missing. This air that I breathe, when you are around, is all so fragrant. My thoughts, then, smell of you. I find myself engulfed in a strange calmness when I am with you. Divinity is not in noise and in restlessness, It is in peace and in calm. Love is divine, I would say. Without a reason, I smile. Without a reason, I gaze at the stars. Without a reason, I look myself in the mirror. Without a reason… Without a reason…

Different people would define love differently but nobody can be certain what it truly is. The essence of love is not in finding its true meaning. No, there wouldn’t be any joy in that. But the heart and soul of love is to discover it yourself, to define it your way, to be vulnerable, to open your heart to somebody, to live in the moment with that special someone. Being vulnerable is the only way to love truly for when you love until it hurts, there is no more hurt, only more love. It is surprising how people can love without expecting anything in return. Such is the power of selfless love.

At most times, I struggle to find words that could aptly express my innermost feelings. Some days, the only motive of my life is to be able to talk to you, to hear you. Tomorrow does not worry me, till I can be with you. Your love is a shade from the scorching sun. Your love is a ray of hope to a restless soul. Your love is solace and your love is a hearty embrace. Your love is my greatest strength. It is my greatest motivating force.