All this time?

 

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.

Stubborn Love

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?

About Sigmas and "everyone else"

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.

Keepers

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!

Makeshift

 

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.

To Hope

 

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!

The Merciful Master

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.