Tonight, as I and the Poets of the fall,
Reminiscence about the beautiful ones,
In the absence of deserving words,
In these abhorable situations,
To my readers, if any,
I dedicate this gem of a song,
I found in an epiphany-
By a guy, who for his age and belief,
Could possibly never go wrong-
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Spineless are they,
Responsibilities,
Who can’t shoulder.
Spineless are also those,
Loyalties,
Who can’t nurture.
But loyalty to whom?
Obligations? Or desires?
Go ahead, seek an answer.
In between the lines, maybe,
Where life transpires,
You might want to think it over.
But what remains solemnly true,
Over eons, through each passing year;
Is that life would have been,
So much easier,
Had we been in love,
And in life, in general,
What we are in temples-
Honest! It’s that simple.
You’d ask him
Why this? Why now?
He just abhors goodbyes,
To those who matter
somehow.
Like Priam once
believed,
Of all wars he had to fight.
Only fighting for love,
Seemed sensible; seemed
right.
Winning the war,
You can’t be sure
about.
But winning battles
against fear;
Befits a soul stout.
You are no commander,
And he is no Gladiator,
But with forces combined,
The journey would be an adventure.
Doesn’t matter, if
average people frown,
I tell you, with
experience enough,
When responsibilities
push us down,
Feelings we always shove,
But if it comes to
choice,
We must always choose
love.
Nothing would ever make up,
For the time he dashed
through.
But regrets, he’s never
held any,
Life has corrected itself
always, anew.
And this small part of his
life,
Unexpected and even though
an abyss,
As Chris Gardner once felt
it,
Can be termed as Happiness.
Luck, fate, chance;
Finally stand defeated,
By a man Godless, harmless,
A beast unabashedly
unashamed.
But bliss is what he
pursues,
And the source remains
locked in;
A cup of tea might sort
it all,
Distances; peripheral or
within.
Winters may not be what
he likes,
But his love is always forever.
He gives himself three
days,
He knows, this story is
now or never.
Do open the gate to
your heart,
Even if this seems like
a déjàvu;
Because all that’s in
the way,
All that went through,
Could have never been him,
It was always you.
As the
days grow colder,
You seem
to drift further away.
Far
enough for us to not be able,
To feel,
what we could! What we may!
They say
this December,
Will be
the coldest ever.
I sense
it, as I look for you,
Here,
there, everywhere.
Arctic
like wilderness,
Is what
each day feels like.
The
excitement of love, however, nurtures,
Hopes of
a truly deserved life.
But as
the nights grow longer,
Stronger
becomes your slumber.
I’ll dig
in and wait,
Not letting
luck be a bummer.
And don’t
you worry,
Even if
you wake up shaken,
I am
here to catch you,
Be it in
hell or in heaven.
When it
is spring,
But always
know,
My word
is a forever thing.
From Mondays to Sundays,
From this
sunrise to the next one,
I will
be here for you, always,
Like for
the earth, does the Sun.
He has always had a plan,
For everything, every
single time.
Plans that have seldom
worked,
But this habit, refuses
to die.
But today, he makes a
resolve,
To do what needs to be
done.
Lo and behold! How unwarrantedly,
The dice of luck has
turned.
Maybe, there are no
perfect moments,
And perhaps, chance doesn’t
suit everyone.
The pursuit of
perfection, delays actions,
And the learned agree-
time waits for none.
But the wise always tell,
It is never late to set
things right.
Even if some knots
persist,
Threads can be re-woven
tight.
May seem like aliens,
The best of long-lost acquaintances.
But eyes looking down or
away,
Never helped making
contact.
The path he is on,
Leads him to distant
lands,
But he remains committed,
To deliver the task at
hand.
You know, he could never
create chaos,
Whose driving desire has
been peace.
You just need to look
into his eyes at once,
To remember who he really
is.
Unbearable always, the pain is,
To lose someone you cared about.
You eloquently shared all your struggles,
A giver, a visionary and a man proud.
We always knew,
A genius like you,
Would not survive this stench called life,
Which mere mortals breathe through.
Because geniuses don’t bow down, ever!
Consequences, they don’t care for,
Inferiors do gang up to match them,
But such useless efforts, we abhor.
You’ve been personally indispensable,
My brother Matthew,
But guys like us, often end up so,
Giving no shit, to all shit we already knew.
When intellect meets loyalty,
An entire community gets blessed.
Central Perk bears testimony to this,
In billions of minds, you will be missed.
So what, if you are now gone,
In legacies, we all believe.
As long as we try to write our own,
Mr. Bing, here, shall continue to live.
When in doubt,
I go back to 333031.
The love, the affection, unwavering,
After all this time, next to none.
I couldn’t help but revisit,
People who have shifted spaces.
But the respect showered, the attachment,
Mandate covering all places.
By the time I signed off,
I felt humbled, beyond words,
The humility, I now needed,
Some change was always on the cards.
The trio still goes strong,
Only on the periphery, changes occur.
On the inside, I get clarity,
On questions that recur.
I conclude, this space remains,
And the pursuit of love survives,
Beyond buildings and boundaries,
Beyond our ill-conceived notions of lives.
Serve, all mortals must,
But
something divine,
Must add
worth to our lives.
Only the
worthy are blessed,
With
love that feels like bliss-
Which against all odds, survives.
Love can
never be transacted,
Though,
relations can go down that line,
My love marches
on to the deathbed,
Never
mattered, realities of life.
I have often
revisited old times,
And also, the ones thereafter,
I have
been to places,
Been
with people, who couldn’t matter.
I am a
non-conformist,
My love
is forever, though,
My
beliefs, my commitments,
Of all
people, you must already know.
Unlike
your revised, biased version,
I was
always a practical man,
Ultra sorted,
Beyond limits of human imagination.
Sure, I
was about you, always,
Just waiting for all your shells to break,
Time was
never an issue, frankly,
I was forever,
you knew it mate.
The last words exchanged,
Might have been the end of an era,
Dissipating in a moment,
All that ever was.
But here I stand,
In the midst of what remains,
Unwavering in my belief that,
In incorruptible hearts, love always sustains.
Because you must know,
I still feel the magic,
I felt in the beginning,
And I hope, you didn’t find a mimic.
On the
other side of this world,
No
matter what, I will find you someday,
But if
you were always true,
Right
here, I would ask you to stay.
Just as the automated door,
Was about to close,
I saw you, upfront
almost,
But to look away, I
chose.
I noticed those image-building
lies,
Reflecting now in your
eyes,
But I couldn’t overlook
the pious grace,
Given away by that forever grim familiar face.
Your hastened breaths,
Through the crowd, I
could hear,
I wonder, if the beats
were audible,
Emanating from this resilient
heart here,
I was in the process of
discarding,
Vestiges from my life,
But today, changes
everything,
Including my fed-up mind.
I do not know how,
To come back to you
again.
Unwarranted words spoken in the past,
Bridges washed away by ensuing pain.
Like you, I might have
become too stoic,
But the tendency to
nurture love, survives.
And I couldn’t help it
anymore,
In your presence, a lot
revives.
You must now know,
I seek nothing in
return,
Take one step towards
me,
I will script the rest
of the sojourn.
Having seen the real world,
Do you not agree?
The only world that ever mattered,
Was the one you built with me?
A supercilious bitch learns,
His own worth, his own true nature,
His true place,
And now knows his one true master.
He shall wear 'this' collar forever,
A reminder of his reprehensible sin,
Of standing up to “The Tamer”.
Lies destroyed, all he ever built.
Never misconstrue the master’s humility,
For weakness,
It emanates from the true lordship,
That inside him resides.
How dare you,
Think of him as one of your own,
Ignorance- He can overlook,
Arrogance- You should have better known.
He easily forgives,
But you bitch shall be chastised for life.
The presumed aftertaste of his dick in your mouth,
Till your last breath, shall stay in your mind.
People with memories,
Primarily
sharp, but also deep-
Repositories
of histories;
Forever
close, we must keep.
He
happened to be,
At an
old spot,
Where
they used to sip tea;
A
monument, long lost.
He feels
some things,
As if it
were all happening live,
Oblivious
of other beings;
Although,
he wasn’t high.
He
notices though,
A plugged
speaker,
In place
of the usual radio;
Takes
the phone from the shopkeeper.
Types something
into the phone,
The song
ends abruptly;
He
stands at a corner alone;
As now hums
Ghulam Ali-
“मुद्दतें गुज़रीं पर
अब तक
वो ठिकाना
याद है”
Whoa!
What words!
What life! You beauty!
What times! Those hearts!
What setup! That tea!
Art is birthed in
solitude,
As everything good needs
People who can first see,
Inside their own souls,
And then pierce others’
veils.
Rarely but surely,
That solitude comes,
When we are not alone.
Being at peace within,
In someone else’s presence.
And in rarest of rare
cases,
Art is birthed in
turmoil.
Like torrential rains,
Forcing the unnoticed moving,
Of an arm on a shoulder.
But where are those
rains?
Those people? The time?
The rain and the people-
Outside our control.
Time, we must find.
Time’s been scarce here,
But intuition says,
It’s only a matter of little
time,
For time to arrive- with
solitude,
So, we can reassess who we
are now,
And our relationship with
words.
A deadly silence,
Shrieks into my ears.
The music of the rain,
I could have felt,
Had you been here.
Reminiscences of,
A phase back in time.
Two mates, like
Sworn brothers in arms.
Tales of our glory,
Days of our prime.
Where are you now?
Gone without a trace!
For too long, may I say.
With unshakeable hope,
I wait here nevertheless.
It’s been an unending night,
Without you my friend.
But I raise this toast,
To a life of bliss for you.
And the hope of meeting again.
Amen!
With a 1/12
probability,
Only one had to resent home,
For the hypothesis,
To come undone.
And yet here we are,
12 /12 have done it
now.
The reclusive master,
Smiles at last, and
how!
His absence construed,
As weakness by lesser
ones,
The lives they’ve
breathed,
Allowed by him, for once.
The cuffs of the material
world,
Only he can evade.
No one else can lead
you there,
In his embrace, must rest
your head.
Fuck all the good inside
of you.
The only fact that
keeps you alive,
Is that, no matter
where you go,
You will eventually end
up being mine.
But then, here’s this
one,
Always mine, but yet so
sad.
So close, yet apart,
Like those chambers of the
heart.
I conclude stories once
I see a happy face,
Nothing else I ask for.
And even if I let my
heart run wild for you,
No one will ever know
it; no one has before.
Never doubt my
abilities dear, just ask,
I am as pervasive as
time.
If I say there be peace
bestowed on world,
Peace becomes your
right divine.
I had once wondered,
When I knew naivety-
How could one song,
Define an entire life for me.
You, my friend, would have told me,
But must have let it be.
That the song, now forgotten,
Was birthed and shaped by me.
In this part of the universe,
Wretched spineless beings,
Guised as mortal humans,
Sneak into our scenes.
Those that I have smothered,
With this one that I almost own,
Must have developed some vertebrae,
Below their heads, there- all the way down.
I still find it hard to believe,
Concluding needs the same old words.
Let it just be, leeches don’t change,
But never forget, never does HE.
Words have been scarce,
And elusive has been chance.
Issues remain! fine.
The world, forever, short on time.
Bliss is not always a pursuit,
Savor it when you can- simply put.
The demons in your head,
Won’t be fought by others instead.
The night is the darkest, just before dawn,
When light strikes, choose to be reborn.
If Impossible seems the plan,
Do not get cranked.
Life has been simple- always,
Soak in the moment, with grace.
Gratitude for what is, what has been,
Will anchor hope for days unseen.
As
I exhale some smoke into the air,
My
tilted head faces the sky.
In
ages, it seems, I see stars,
The
earth, subconsciously, I leave behind.
This
oneness with the universe,
Rekindles
a sense of being alive,
On
the outside,
And
then, somewhere inside.
And
it brings back memories,
Of
a time,
Spent
with souls almost incorruptible,
And
of time, or lack thereof,
That
left us vulnerable, susceptible.
Breaking
all its defenses,
A
particularly strong ache,
Pierces
through my heart tonight.
And
you cloud my conscience, mate.
All
that we need to catch up on,
For
wrong timings, be kept aside,
Chances could all be exhausted,
But
by love, we still abide.
Always
be mindful,
Of
my blatant inability to lie.
And
so, love with all your heart,
Till
the impossible final goodbye.
Life is so vague, so
random.
We change by the night,
by the moment.
So what?
Is it not
characteristic of a sapien?
One must not stress
over such triviality,
Knees do go weak,
hearts do give in.
If everyone were as
consistent as him,
On this very earth,
heavens would have been.
The world’s job is
simple,
Do not compete with
him.
No matter how hard you
work,
Racing ahead will be a
distant dream.
People could weave
stories,
Make efforts to pretend
to be content.
Nothing works in this
part of the world,
His legacy will always last,
till the very end.
His embrace is where
liberation resides,
His touch rekindles
life.
Forget the rules by
which you abide,
You belong in his arms
tonight.
