Touch me not
for i shall sore away with the winds of north venture not to hold me for i intend to flow all the way from mountains to seas discover every inch of earth’s mystery watch from a distance for i shall dissipate soon when our eyes cross and your breathing does somersault a mysterious force pulls you across all in the name of nincompoop heart Darling remember, to Touch me not.
Sometimes I feel
I want nothing more, than your house next to mine.
Watching sunsets and sunrise
Sharing vagaries and dreams alike Dancing and falling in moonlight Writing new poems by the Riverside Challenging ageold beliefs on the side Work would that be even or Just an expression of my life My story ,our story ,like stratus on a starry night Where we smile through our eyes Where u complete, my “ zindagi aur kuch bhi nhi “ With teri meri kahani hai How beautiful would that be, Nothing more than just You by my side;
I saw the moon through the fire, and it shimmered, wavered, as a delicate painting, remembering the poem i first read this marvel in. While my father explained how this is due to different refractive index of air, cold and hot above the blazing fire. From which our attention was diverted to my sister’s constant foot tapping, for she wanted to go home and wash her funny coloured face( just holi things). Hence we moved towards home, before reaching encountered another story by my brother, that it is barred to go the basement of apartment building after 8’o clock. And a natural ‘why ‘ left my mouth, to which he revealed that there lives a ghost there- called momo. I wondered what was more funny, the ghost called momo or his belief on it.
Happy Holika Dahan or Choti Holi everyone.
To those who don’t know, Holika Dahan is an indian festival, marking the victory of belief in god, that one’s faith in the higher power prevails above all worldly powers. And evil burns itself in the pursuit of harming others. Happy Holika Dahan again!
Gave away resentments, and
way to hope, new beginnings For the morning, was too beautiful to be missed.
Confluence of the old and new,
rejuvenated the perished created the unheard quenched the craving,
For the old aimed and the new found even different genre, sight Conflux conferred each of their wants
A new lens
And it all seemed better if not beautiful Once i changed the lens;
Before was all a hazy blur of despair, confusion and sense of loss. Which gave to a hope of solution, change and new.
If you are stuck in a spot, unable to change anything. Try changing your lens to the world. It would not vanish problems but definitely provide ways and a better understanding.
Blues and hues with yellow intact In pools of black That often turned red Saw the rainbows and greys All splashes of shades, Aye dyed home in brown when purple dreams beckoned, A little orange mixed In palette of green Brushes and rushes To repaint recolor Still pink held the background Loud and strong; This is SHE Her canvas said it all;
I always wanted to write a poem with a unified theme of metaphors, and this happened as a happy accident while describing a picture. You can see that picture on my IG
There was a light, an aura, shining against the crowd
someone different, someone new someone i never met, someone fascinating, someone to meet again and again
It’s not a lie when i say
everything faded into background except You; I’m just a poet, you know
Often i overemphasize, inhibitions and emotions
Exaggerate an instant with eloquent words Romanticize every possible happening on earth Read into more than one should
Maybe it was just a passing a moment
But I am a poet;
Image courtesy- my new found Hobby😚
I never believed it
When you said “You can either love me or hate me There is no between” I smiled You just had no mediocrity
Emotions were always loud
Even make the deaf feel something Expressions bright as the day Even those behind shut doors and heavy gates couldn’t escape You were just that magical!
You could envelope one in your heart
In minutes of meeting You were just that magical!
You were warmth personified
When you cried like a child Got angry with a pout Jealous throwing tantrums everywhere
I always wondered
How could someone hate you Such sunshine and warmth in a box Who could not love you? So the statement aforesaid wasn’t true
Life took its turns
And Here I am still unable to believe you Because today I’m standing in middle
I have loved you
And could never hate you SO here I’m standing in middle Unflinching immovable Standing my ground In the middle of nowhere;