“Will you walk into my parlour?”, said the Spider to the Fly,
’Tis the prettiest little parlour that you ever did spy;
Tho’ the Fly did smile, he did know the Golden rule
‘Never trust strangers’, (‘does the Spider think me a fool?’)
“I trust it’s pretty, Ma’am, but I fear I must...
To leave this life,
Leave it for good,
Stay away from you,
Learn to stay away from you.
A sturdy spine
One of a kind.
A firm bind
Tall, dark, handsome,
Noisy my surrounding was,
Hanging like a helpless leaf I was.
Muttering sounds were in my ears.
Still wind was playing at its own gears.
Sometimes slapping; sometimes pushing,
Kissing my face unwishing.
Suddenly, came a cute smile.
As if God, Himself, shines.
Pulled up my socks, rolled up my sleeve,
I left my home with a passionate heave
Crumpled all fears, dumped them in a bin
Ahead lay a world I had to win.
On a straight road, having passed every bend,
The road ahead seemed to converge to an end
I looked back, the spectacle...
Shackles of the mind,
Love and boundless love,
The 'art' of missing someone,
The web of emotions,
The constant victim-hood.
How much needs to unwind,
The deep fulfilling breath,
The closing of eyes.
Enmeshed and entwined,
Hiding at the back of my mind,
Scared of the light and shine,
It’s the feeling of the darkest kind.
Even at the brink of ruffling feathers and breaking free,
It wants to stay bound,
Hidden in the abyss of my heart,
Without silence or sound.
It’s a confused feeling,
The hanging air,
And the held breath.
The perspective within
It’s about the beholder
And not the beheld.
The journey from the mind
To behind the lens,
Is that of the sight
I met him at the market.
He had come to get a bouquet.
From the distance I could see,
His pair of eyes piercing at the crowd.
I called him out twice,
"At the pinnacle of my voice. "
Then, i saw him staring at someone
And I was happy that I was the one.
The sign said she had come to the right place.
At home, she is always a foreigner,
And when she is away, she is always the stranger.
But the sign, here,
Said that she had come to the right place.
In her city’s marshlands,
Where humidity dampened skin
She dressed already waiting to get undressed
f you begin at the ending,
Do you need to go back to the beginning?
You can begin in Paris, an old city;
But not as old as Rome,
They say Beirut was once the Paris of the Middle East.
You have always hated that comparison.
You are on the train again
Watching the sky...
I thought I came back to life
When I left the dry heat
For the wet cold.
The sun always sets on time,
It never leaves me.
On a peaceful sunny day;
My mind’s thoughts went wandering away.
I looked all around me – to see;
Children playing with much glee.
While birds sang a melodious tune,
And a little pup kicked away at the sand.
One day a mosquito buzzed around me
I tried my best but he did not flee
So I decided to play with him;
For I was alone, bored and dim
I moved my hands, low and high,
To bring him down, closer and nigh,
At times like these, when the weather is warm in March, I feel like jumping out of the building and killing myself. I know when they find my remains, no music will play, no flowers will fall from the sky, only a crowd will gather.
Unwind. Slow. Unwind.
In the dark hide.
Close your eyes.
Feel breaths multiply.
I stand beside.
I’m in a hurry to nowhere No time, no sleep On time that goes by Ambling across the same old corners, Rambling across the same word pies I’m in a hurry, to be In the fantastic and the ordinary In love, in me, in flights of fancy It is today that...
This is a tale, a tale of a night when the angels ran to hide A night when we all stepped forth, to die. Runaway friends and a broken telephone call The call of the street of the first step and fall Night of terror and a luring ride,...
Divinity, forgive me, I plead guilty, Guilty of my actions, guilty of your thoughts, I took the ones you left behind And they took a part of me Away. Secret diaries, illegible curves, The lead has smudged and the ink runs all over Here and there, life of its own...
Goodbye, sweet city Your glorious dusk, all set to fade Goodbye, sweet one On the horizon, about to jump Do you see the light? Someone’s coming Swerve, screech, smash We are on our way To a moment, closeby Flying cliffs and dancing gypsies The town of trout is a...
I could sit here for a million years And never blink, Move not to brush a fly away, See the grasses go pale yellow And the sky turn raging red, I have no color left in me. What’s the point of living? When there is no me, There is...
I am chiseled by the winds; unformed Rousing in me bouts of spirits unknown, Crackling my spirit, shoveling deep Deeper than a breath can take. Formed a time Deformed the other, The wind takes me nowhere, somewhere, I am chiseled by the wind; uninformed Rousing in me, bouts of...
“Time, I don’t have time,” the passerby said. Time: “For what do you have time, O’ passerby?” “I work all day, all night I slog To earn a life I want to live, I sweat my sweat, and bleed my self To run the race; to survive.” “Why shall...
I want freedom From the slush that slows me down From the hand that bends my head From the servility I wish the world be free So I can soar So the mind can wander With no chains to hold me down So the sun can warm everybody White...
It’s the Hope, the Prayer The Song and the Despair It’s the Calm in the chaos,the Chaos is the charm. India is the Rain, the Forests and the Farms the Kisaan and his Yield The Hunger, the Strife India is the need to have an identity and still be...
The wait, Those moments, The split seconds, Between anxiety and Total exhilaration. Those pangs, The stray flutters in the stomach, The tensed, strained silence, The eerie panic, The sudden rush of thoughts. A loud thumping within, A distant drumming beyond, A fit and start At each and every sound,...
Shiver, And my fists tighten. Whisper, And his grip strengthens. Music, My moans to his ears. Playing, His love with my fears. Touch, He withdraws and I crave. Coy, To his love, an eager slave. Closer, His breath, his sly grin. Heat, His skin on my skin. Persistent, His...
No. I do not relish the sound of those drums. They hurt my ear, I prefer gentle strums. But holding your hand, I’ll learn to like this band, If it is loudness that you prefer For you, my dear, a thousand times over. Yes. I like raindrops tickling my...
Kya khoob the kuch log, Jinke maksad Rukhsar se aage ke the Jinke sapne mehboob ke deedar aur khud ke rutbe se aage ke the Maati ke putle na the Jazbe se bane the Jinke zehan me Bhookh garibi dekhkar toofan sa mach jata tha Jinhe looti hui daulat...
Peace, it’s so elusive, like a recluse In a mountain tin shed, hates to be Found. Rejoicing in the knowledge that everyone Is looking, searching, groping. Through myriads of austere incantations And whispered endearments, Through threats and sometimes supplications It is called forth. Everyone wants it, desires it and...
They said they are crazy little girls who hold each other's hands,Someone tell them, they are Best Friends.They said they are lame lasses who are too absorbed in their gossip lands,Someone tell them, they are Best Friends.They said they are fools who think the world will change to their...
Where did you go, my very own? Where did you go, leaving me alone?I looked for you everywhere, but in vain Come back to me merrily, once again
Walking beside a known stranger I got hit by a thunderbolt Soon I realized that something within me, got dislocated by this sudden jolt. I kept searching for what I'd lost in that sudden while And amidst all this, on my face I had a baby's smile.
I've been in trouble many times in life Sometimes a situation so bad, that it’s like being under a knife, This time the wave in my heart is searching for a shore I can't control it as my heart is hit by a strong force,
Tumhe ek nazar dekh loo, to kisi aur Nazare ki jarurat kya hai,Tumhari ek awaz sun loon, to kisi aur sur ki jarurat kya hai,Tera pyaar ek pal ke liye mil jaye, to kisi aur lamhe ki jarurat kya hai, Teri yadon ka sahara ho to, jeene ke liye...
Ever since I found out that I gave my heart to you,I couldn’t wait to find out if you gave your heart to me.I am not sure if you feel the way I do for you,I liked you from the beginning; you gave me a life that was new.
When all the laughter has died down And silence falls like a shroud, When tears drown smiles in their wake And the dearest of faces are lost in the crowd.
I know not his night nor day Neither his world, hidden within four walls All I know of him is his voice and the cries For I am familiar. They speak of him and of all he has But I am weak to stand, Incapable of hearing the thrash...
A creased sheet to cover A creased pillow for my head to lay A creased bed to stay My own small world I'd say.
He finally let me free,And I regret every emotion backing such chivalry.We were six, lived happily in our spherical homes;Blessed with all luxuries,Protected by the dome of Rome.
Innocent you were ordered To remain. To remain, Blind to the demented. Child like, cooing all You love. You love, To hate my presence. While temptations creaked On floorboards. On floorboards Of body and soul. Chaos unmindfully deafened Your whimpers. Your whimpers Remained yours only. Poisons in palette Floating...
Jis sukun ki talaash mein mann bhatak raha hai Woh sukun toh kisi aarzoo ke sach hone me atak rahi hai, Par sapno ki taasir hi aisi hai Ki dil ab nayi tamannaon ke saath dhadak raha hai.
The steps seem hollow, The sky seems far,The words borne anew,The enigmatic distant star.
Like a cold winter day, with some warm sunshine, I know they belong to me but they are not mine. I see them every day, and yeah, we do talk. At times I feel that their lives I stalk. No, I don’t follow them on Facebook or Twitter. I...
I looked into the mirror one day And alas! It horrified me, Was the picture I saw, mine? For a while I thought who it could be… Oh! The shape of the face has changed a little bit I moved away and on my arm I hit, Again I...
The times...The times, they have not changed,The back stabbing,The killing, A brother craving for a brother's blood, A bigger fight for a country, a nation, A smaller one...a personal vengeance, A personal hatred,A stingy need.
सुबह से शाम तलक और कभी कभार रात में भी कंधो पे डाले बोझ थका हारा सा चला जा रहा वो नन्हा मजदूर जिसे नहीं मालूम अक्षरों का ज्ञान ,जो कला और विज्ञानं की दुनिया से है अनजान ,जो पढ़ सकता है दुनिया की आँखों को ,जिसके पास हैं...
I stand at a little distance And I see something from here, A mystic city probably it is That is what I see there Simple architecture it has Nothing extraordinary perhaps, But still there is a lot That my mind grabs The air of this place Seems to be...
The path ahead Defines a lavish journey, The vast hills And the petite roads, Carefully driving ahead To reach its glory. Everyone is excited to know What’s in store for them, The sunrays fall upon The giant rocks, The melting snow falls In the form of shimmer. From between...
Many times I hear People boasting their glories, Giving techniques to do something And connecting such theories, Then I turn back And ask myself a question, Is always something white And other black, as they mention? So today I begin With a task to accomplish, A destination to reach...
The first time when I saw your eyes They were clear, pure and oh so true, Later they made me realize Even I have some feelings for you. Your nose was cute Sweet, little and so red, When you had a cold And used to lie in the bed....
The door opened Her fate was sealed Her body was fed on.It will again be.He walked in, no looks exchanged Only sheaths over the bodies undone.
Because I liked you better, I feel even today not near to me yet not far away,the very thought of your loving innocence Doesn’t allow me to bear your absence True it is though that I had not loved before
This land cries out in pain…What with virile young men Rioting wild at lost manhood. With specters and scythes they fight; Running grotesquely in circles Clutching at their blood stained clothes,
I put my hand across my chest.I told myself that if I could feel my heart beating,I would get up. Yet, I still lie here, unmoved.
Quietened by my inhibitions Dropped the pen and paper. Constant recollections, deeper introspection Widened horizons, questioning my existence,Is “the me” what you want to see ME?
Primal Night, burning moon…Borne of the fountain of eternity and immortality,Caressed by the zephyrs of peace and tranquility.
Yet another face in the crowd I saw another day Nothing was special in it Yet, unique in its own way. I wished she had stayed longer Alas, she smiled and went away. The face was innocent and the eyes bright When she saw me something happened deep inside....
Soles; sliding on them… Tanned as tar under the scorching sun… Smell of burnt rubber wrapped all around, The beast of burden…carrying good portion of the globe… Lying still in ambush…rest appears farfetched, Poked and tampered, and in shambles; Scarred, Spartan defiance sans colossal magnanimity! Bespoke humility and a...
Hushed manipulation Condensed lies Unfounded evidence. Always Watching Through windows I felt your suspicious pleasure Though Doorways I heard your thoughts ravish me Then Touching Your too familiar hands Were titillated by my innocence I could smell The perspiration of your perversion. The Reproductions. I scream rape No one...
I took a plane to see the world, I thought I’d see the (seven) Wonders, But when I looked down through the window, Boy had I made a blunder!The flight was hovering over Iraq, Let me tell you, you won’t believe, what I saw was shocking! It was something...
The loneliness of Paris
Echoes in the rain.
Through its pounding thunder.
Just Imagine.Light within my cold Craters. Almost ascending beyond the shadows.If only the somber abyss pulled away to loosen the morning Colors.
Fall wind Twirls To the tune Of a morning dove. My hazels Blur through daylight A focused you. I watch the dance To your dreams. Your wake overtakes Your slumber. Dreamy blues look Through me. Through the walls of my heart, Into the windows of yours. Chandler Jeanne Rappaport...
The conditioned existenceOf tracing tomorrowAs the story whispers today.