It's always about YOU..

“Go away..”, I say, to these times that are prevailing

the state of us being together, that these days are curtailing

I say it helplessly to the time, to the eternity

As against the currents and winds, my happiness is sailing

It is then when I give up to the belligerent winds

That you fill my heart and bones and make me sing

The complex tune of honey & brine, flowers & butterflies, death & life, good times & these times……

And So, You become the cutting contrast

That brings out the stark difference between the white & black, the happy & sad

You’re the silver lining between this land & the blue grey sky

You’re the one that makes me want to live even beyond this life

Tell me how do you cut me so softly into a lovable one?

How do you manage to bring peace in this wild town of my mind that burns?

But then as you control the fire, you deluge me as your thoughts  flood my mind

and then I remember your touch as your skin against mine rubs,

only if I could contain you all this while

only if I could be with you, all day and night…

You perhaps don’t even know as certain facts evade my understanding too

That how you’ve taken over all the aspects of my relations in this world that exist

You’re my friend and my competitor,

You’re my student and my teacher

You’re my guide and my lover

You’re my veil and my mirror

Your absence becomes poison, and your presence an elixir……

But then somehow even without the explanation, I’m more happy than bewildered!

So as this moment gains the weight and I feel sinking deep down the water

I remember those moments that we had spent together when the days were brighter

I close my eyes and I enter the gates of my parallel universe

Where you’re there with me before and after the dinners

And then your weight on me lifts all the burden

your eyes strike me every time like bullets from gun

they pierce me and the pain inside me gushes out

you make me as white and calm as a white flower

Tell me, how do you do it with such ease and indomitable power?

But then I wake up as the ‘present tense’ orders me to, of which I’ve to be a minion

I see the fresh flowers of  our yesterdays that were once bestowed upon us

now lay on the ground, dried; at times I feel they are in complete oblivion

and then you ask me to clean it up and that it’s such a mess

I pick a flower and preserve it in a book, as those days’ dried yet redolent reminiscence………..

 I take a walk down some street alone..

Abandoning those lanes on which our shadows together once strolled

But then I reach one of the crossroads where our lives intertwine

So as I meet you, you show me your book, looking at which my heart smiles

You too have kept some of those flowers and as the rest lay fresh in your heart

I promise you that I’ll never let those flowers dry

I’ll bestow them with all the required ingredients to nourish them

And In this garden of your heart I’ll grow other colors too

All you have to do is, in my heart, keep pumping this life

As I’m from You, since I started the walk in search of You…







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