Thursday, May 14, 2015

Miracle Happens

Because of you, miracle happens,
the sepia-hued rose within my diary,
spreads a vintage incense as spiry.
each time, the passion deepens.

Because of you, miracle happens,
the notorious pigeon on the attic,
coos like a melodramatic,
each time, the song softens.

Because of you, miracle happens,

the purity preserved within my core,
flows across the center till the shore, 
each time, the waves ascends.

Because of you, miracle happens,
the diya flame dances in the sacred place,
flickers for no reason, with a grace,
each time, the flashback brightens.

The filthy Man

He sleeps on the rocks,
and collects the gold from sun,
he sleeps on the sand,
and collects the silver from moon.

He sits under a hut,
and gathers the diamonds from rain,
he sits within an attic,
and paints the colourlessness of breeze.

The sparks of chimera flows in his mind.
The plethora of ink flows in his blood.

He traps the serendipity,
in the cages of exemptions.
He hums the melancholy,
in the farms of seclusions.

He sits in the backyard,
and writes the dryness of tears.
He sits in the courtyard,
and scribbles the “this that” for years.

He is filthy with the dust of pasts,
he is filthy with the rust of pasts.
He is a filthy man.
He is an artist.

Crossing the Road

Some clock long back, 
while crossing the road track,
amidst the crowd of wheels,
I was timid on my heels.

You came beside me,
and held my hand,
I turned side to see,
who’s holding my hand!

Your black GAP pull-over,
veiled  your face all over,
you didn't turned to me,
your face, I wanted to see.

A fraction of moment passed,
I forgot the first and the last,
you dragged me to the counter track,
all along I lost  my mental track.

You were holding my hand tenderly,
preventing the hurt of a touch,
we crossed the road track breezily,
avoiding the worldly smudge.

We departed at the other end,
for the time that will soon end,
for the serendipity that happened,
for the “something” just happened.

Way back I was wondering,
your face I was imagining,
the peace I was enjoying,
some song I was humming.

The hand which you have held,

I kept it untouched for days,
to preserve the freshness of your presence,
to savour the beauty of your fragrance.

Let me know your name, not,
let me know not where you live,
I am happy with the endless fantasies,
for a reality is meant to hurt us more!