Invincible

And what is more nomadic
than you, wanderlust Wind?

All I needed was a gust
of your freshness.
You blew past my face,
gently brushed your lips
against mine
and went away flowing,
jauntily basking in your
glory…


I wished to capture you
in one breath,
I wished to retain you
in me.
You entered me, though
and I felt , I won.
I felt I conquered you.

But in the very next moment,
you went out
with my one treacherous exhale…

I wistfully sighed:-
“Wind, you shall stay a rebel!”

"Watery eyes"

Pleading tears,
helplessly run amuck,
with a forlorn hope
to find a receptacle
in your heart.

They beat the doors
of your heart relentlessly
and pant for breath.
You open the door,
you give that wry smile
and slam it
right in front of their
watery eyes.

They wait...
The waiting continues
and they keep flowing
like an unbroken stream

And,then my burnt skin,
like the thristy sand
soaks them.
They vanish
but they flow
inside with the blood.

Living like a lie

Let me live like an
untold lie within you.
Keep me safe,
keep me concealed.
I might not be there
in front of your eyes
but the lie (I) shall stay
in your conscience…
Forever.

Celebrating desire

How does , all of a sudden,
a desire so raw
a desire so promiscuous
rise in my heart?

I die to touch you
with my eyes…
My sight shall stay fixated
to your countenance
like an eternal kiss sealed…

How I long to feel your
exhalation on my skin
like a parched paper
that dies to get soaked
in vibrant hues...!

And how I want to stay
in your arms forever
like two bodies inseparably entwined.
Come, Desire , I shall celebrate you tonight!

A filthy shadow

Shadow, how infidel you are!
You leave me in the dark
and you gluttonously devour
Light to pronounce your presence…
You promise to be with me throughout
but you are nothing but conceited.
You come for your own ulterior motives
and go when your objectives are served.

You are wretched, feeding on Light
like a parasite…
Light that could never enlighten you…
You remain dark, faceless and opaque…
Have you ever seen yourself,
how despicable you look?
Here I hold the mirror,
look into your self…
Oh , how deplorable…
The mirror doesn’t cast your image…

An infidel whim

Itinerant and wanderlust,
she was a vagabond.
Now here, now there…
Like a leaf, estranged from
its parent stem,
she flew from one pair of eyes
to the other…

She rested in his eyes
and unfurled her wings
on his mind,
she took him under control
of her vagrant passion,
of her malicious seduction
and he succumbed
to her charm…

His mind was no more his…
Soon, she left him after
her passionate sojourn
with him for her journey to
the next pair of eyes…
Their transient love affair
soon came to an end…

He knew what “reality” was…
She was a mere solitary whim… !

Trash

I am too inarticulate, a speaker… I can hardly strike on conversations and I find it pretty hard to sustain one… I barely have anything to put in… Either I agree with what they say by merely repeating their words in a somewhat modified manner, or I smile… I smile when I disagree… I gently nod my head and let it be whenever I find something too obnoxious to digest… I hate arguments and I feel correcting someone isn’t my business… However, when I am offended, I make it a point that I shall talk less and gesticulate more… The discomfort comes on my face on its own… My eyebrows knit , my nose wrinkles on their own… However hard I might try, I find it too hard to conceal my anger, at times… This happens when I accost a real disgusting situation or I confront someone who I can’t stand , at all, at any cost… Though such people are very less in number…but they are there…

I often wonder why my face betrays me and spills the beans… I find it next to impossible to straighten up my facial expressions when I am really very angry (happens seldom though)… I try to undo the knit of my eyebrows but they stay knitted… Similarly, the nose stays wrinkled… It takes an ample time to bring them back to normalcy…

Then besides these, I find it hard to “talk”… Not because of some inferiority complex or something…but because I find talking to be unnecessary… People, I find around, mostly talk about things that don’t come within the gamut of my “code of conduct”… Yeah, I have devised a code of conduct exclusively for me… I can feel how uncomfortable I make it for others… If I am reading or listening to music, I shall go on doing that for hours together and the person with me makes his disconcert evident.. Indirectly and non verbally though… He shall cough intermittently and purposely to drive my attention towards him… Its not that I simply don’t acknowledge such cues… I do… I swear I do but I fail to make any attempt… At times, the person simply walks away and I feel much relieved… not because the person has walked away and left me alone but because he has given my conscience a respite… a relief that I am no longer inflicting torture on him with my silence , that is usually taken as my disinterest or worse , as my  pride…

 These are not my whims but sheer facts… I have been told this a myriad number of times by people around… I have been berated, implored, earnestly requested to get rid of my idiosyncrasies… But why should I? I am adamant, I agree…

I don’t depend on people… I have very few friends with whom, I admit, I don’t share a very strong bond… I meet them, I laugh, I enjoy to the fullest and then I forget… I am a narcissist, I daresay and I don’t have qualms about it…

Memories don’t haunt me either… I am soaked in my thoughts so much so that there is hardly any space for a memory to nest in my mind… I enjoy my solitude… I don’t quite acknowledge what the world thinks of me… “Appreciation or criticism” both mean the same and I treat both similarly i.e.  I don’t acknowledge both..

Is this arrogance? May be… I don’t quite care…