Man and Woman Contemplating the Moon, a painting by Casper D. Friedrich.

LOVE IS THE MOST ELUSIVE STATE OF HUMAN HEART... 

One fine day...

(un) known

(un) wished

(un) lived

(un) named

(un) truthful

(un) baffled

becomes...

(un) loved 

suddenly...

(un) finished

and...

(un) done.

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taste of blood

song of banshee

locker of mistakes

finale of memory

culture of chaos

dreams of fallacy

remains of Sita

kiss of lunacy

aah ! the human

ooh ! the ideal

i am death's poetry

and that's an ending.

* don't remember whats the source of this picture.

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amnesia benefits past
i f
history is absent.

memories stain present
i f
past is a disgrace.

ignorance helps future
i f
the world is a graveyard.

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unkempt choices

This night has no sleep for me

And the bank of my dreams appears empty,

So I turn to a white paper

The blank page refuses my ink,

So I look for words to be read.

The syllables carry frenzied look for me,

So I fill the colors for my canvas.

The brushes become brittle in my hand.

So I switch to a new television box.

The visual dances are alien for me.

So I lit a cigarette and play my guitar.

The strings shiver and shrill at me.

So I look at the moon and admire the stars

This darkness invades my endeavor again.

And thus I allow the mirror to reflect my scars.

which echoes the chaos of unkempt choices
again and again.

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LoVe

Once upon a time, a sensible heart was sick. The heart did everything to recover but all efforts , medicines , prays were futile. Even the God and his friends were confused of the malady from which heart was suffering. The heart became a poet then. At last, God consulted his greatest strength and foe - Satan. Satan examined the heart and found a little part of it missing. The whole domain of the creator was now engaged and ordered to find the missing part of the heart.         
      The wind chased the melody. The water stirred the stillness. The earth incited the roads. The fire ignited the slumber and the void ( according to Japanese philosophy of 5 elements) got filled. It was the missing part of heart which was now a part of void.
        The Satan accused the void of stealing the part of heart. The void has unaware of the whole case. It was always hollow to grasp the essence of presence and thus had no explanation of what the missing part of heart was doing at its abode. God could do nothing but punish the void for the uncommitted sin.The helpless void after trails and arguments, agreed to bear the punishment only if the missing part of the heart becomes a part of void and was never to return to the place of it origin. Satan convinced god to accept the stated condition and since then the heart is sick and the void suffers.
That missing part of genuine heart which the void keeps as a token of punishment is LOVE.

* This is fiction. God, the heart, the void and Satan are metaphors.

TONIGHT

Do not wait for the beloved’s sight,
He will walk a different path tonight.
The arrival of expected will last but at eternity
Whose kohl will mourn of its blackness, tonight?

The air hums a hollow tune under moonlight
The street of heers awakes in crimson’s delight
Is it the funeral of hope or the heena fading away?
Or stained memories of the unknown, tonight?

Under the spell of uncertainty, silence silent with fright,
Since the senile truth was fueling Satan’s might.
They unlock the darkest morning sky in her eyes,
And she forgets the meaning of love, tonight.

May we kill the beloved tonight?
Before they take him away from our sight.
Or at the altar of insanity as the whirling dervishes
Burn the ego and fill all the voids, tonight?

For the agent of our faiths is not an ordinary man
As he creates enough maze of moaning and clinging
Yet the beloved waits across the river of separation
And the poetry seeks of its union with him, tonight.

Memories

silence waits for the memories
memories wait for the night
night waits for the poetry
and poetry waits to unveil

poetry reminds of the beloved
night reminds of the longing
memories remind of the separation
and silence reminds to conceal.

REQUIEM OF ESCAPIST

Chaand Ki Katori Hai
raat yeh chatori hai
saare taare ek taraf
zindagi batori batori hai

Life is like the moon's bowl
of this voracious night of thoughts.
Where all the stars shimmer on one side
And life collects itself in an isolated darkness.

The flimsy silk of our bonding
Will shiver, will shrink, will scatter in the coldness
Still she knits a sweater for the unknown beloved
For all the stars will shimmer on one side
And life collects itself for an ambiguous fantasy.

These very own dreams, the precious dreams
Dissolves every day in the rain of reality
And we the poorest of all sufferers
Mask the obvious under the screen of hands.

* An attempt as translation of the song.

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i repaint the image of colorless past

i repair the ruins of unkempt thoughts

i regrow the shadows of man's god

i recall the faintness of love and betrayal.

i reborn to enter and exit the stage "life"

i replay this game since eternity.

Migraine

The world is busy with better wars

But my head collapses for one.

Migraine oust all the shades of comfort

Acknowledge its image for fostering none.

The world is busy with exaggerated issues

And my head collapses for one.

Beg or pray but the day it comes

Nothing suffices the throbbing skull.

The world is busy with earnest ignorance

And my head collapses for one

Insomnia and dreams seems integrated

With moon beside me I wonder about the sun.

The world is busy with obsolete verdicts

And my head collapses for one

There Foucault pendulum of mature law rusts

Between the sin from past and the future of none

The world is busy with chronic break-ups

And my head collapses for one.

The balm on her palm ignites

The lucid accusation on her tongue

The world is busy with eternal wounds

But my head collapses for one.

Finally the pain-relief enchants the ache

And I enter the vicious cycle of malady.