The Cosmic Harmony

As I playfully sprinkle those mesmerizing drops of kisses into your magnetic eyes, you stand there smiling. You slowly move forward, those little steps take you too dangerously close to me that you fail to notice that your bosom grazes my chest, and you smile again. I inhale your sweet breath and the fragrance in your hair, the blend smites me. I am not really sure if I should lay hands on your hips and take you inside my heart - because what goes inside the heart doesn't come out without tearing me apart and leaving me to bleed, bleed to death. But I am sure I am able to hear the flute play clearly and my soul dances like how little children do.

You are the physician that has peppered my sleep with repeated fevers that I have strangely started liking them. You slap me with your smiles - give me more of them, slay me - because every time your soft palm touches my cheek, I feel a tremor that builds back my broken edifices. I can feel my best senses and sensibilities lying numb, curled inside the storm that is you. You defeat me and I still win.

When I hold you in my arms one day, I would do it like you are the most precious magical vapours found in the best places of heaven. The more you sail through the gorges of my mind, the more saner I become and the waves become still and serene. The more I give, the more I receive. Until I am drenched in your never-failing, unending monsoons. Take away the umbrellas I carry with me, throw them away, blacken your clouds, blow your winds over me, rain down.

P.S. It is 4:30 in the morning and daybreak is fast approaching, but I still see the stars smiling at me with their twinkles - as my pen inks the paper. It is real - love truly is cosmic harmony.

Break The Fences

During the shrill of the night, they came crawling from everywhere - setting fire to the inner self that was cowering in terror. I was under siege. There were blockades around, everywhere, I couldn't jump and run away. My adrenalines failed me, so I sat there, shivered, pissed on my pants and gnashed my teeth to powder. I fought my best inhibitions to not wanting to open my eyes, but I was defeated. When I looked around, all that I could find on the contrary was peace.

I saw bats flapping their wings, it rhymed as music to me. Cricket sounds added flavour to the eerie silence. There were no men or women on the streets. But plenty of dogs, stray ones, some howling and some wagging their tails in love and freedom. I knew in my heart that this was heaven. The world taught me to hate darkness, but I started finding light in it. It appeared much more real without the allures of the day. I looked at the skies, the moon was shining bright and those stars, they were winking sweetly at my otherwise ridiculed form.

What they ask you to do misleads you. What takes you away from structure and the generally agreed rightful ways, takes you to your paradise. For in chaos lies beauty spectacular. Your wandering soul finds its rest in the fields carpeted with scrubby tufts of grass and weed, not in the coziness of your bed. The weather is lovely, monsoon is here, break the fences, run, run so hard away, for there are monsters within, you don't belong here, let it thunder and rain, and the floods flow wild.

Pleading The Case Of The Destitute

To punch for a social revolution in India is not as tough as one might think in an age where the earning breed of youngsters is more interested in spending their weekends drinking and dancing in pubs and dancebars. All that it takes to get there is to have a little bit of compassion in your heart to be different and good. However nebulous the dimensions of poverty might appear in the land, the condition of destitution is not unidentifiable. To put it straight, the poorest of the poor are the destitutes. People who have nothing at all to eat, no shelter, no access to clothes that aren't torn, unkempt, remnants of a collapsed household, most of them psychologically scarred, maggots feeding on their bodies, no strength to even stand up and beg for alms.

The absolute disregard the society imposes on the poor is completely shattering. Nobody cares for them because everyone is busy living their own lives, one is interested only in upgrading the lifestyle of his own, even the charity organisations that work in the nation are more inclined towards converting black money into white and taking a cut home for themselves, and the destitute continue to revel in the murk of social expulsion. 

The duties of the State to provide the basic necessities to the poverty stricken people - is observed in the breach. The beggary prevention acts we have are more interested in portraying vagrancy as crime, just because it branches out into sex work, drug peddling and human trafficking. Our policy framework must aim at hitting the root of the issue - which is poverty. Not stopping there, we need to move from being poverty-alleviation centric to making poverty completely defunct - though it might appear as an un-achievable distant dream. Deprivation of citizenship for these poor ones that accounts for a serious condition of invisibility before the State would only aggravate the wound that pusses into decay every passing day. The nation awaits a vital revival from the ministerial chairs as much as we do from the hearts of people. 

As a society, the mantle and mandate is on everyone living in the land to involve themselves in some way or the other to voice out for causes such as these; or change wouldn't come. We need to stop - sanctioning selective violations of rights, social expulsion and practising notions of justice involving stigma which permits oppressive treatment outside the law. The more we join hands to advocate social restitution and empowerment leading to the re-inclusion of the disentitled people into the pool of claimants from the state, the more blessed and happy our nation would become.

You, woman, are a wonder!

You, woman, are a wonder; the world just has to open its blind eyes to see it. You are sculpted to perfection - inch by inch, cell by cell; you are poetry in pendulous motion. A simple smile from your soft lips can set ablaze cold hearts that are as stubborn as dead rock. The gentleness you carry and the kindness that flows out of your soul can beat the exoticism of all the best things the world has ever known. You define beauty in the most unique ways from every angle of perception. Even the best logarithmic expressions would fail miserably to capture the upright decisiveness of your exponential clarity. You are a theorem that doesn't end, and a law that doesn't need proofs.

You are small and slender, but equally fierce, and stormy enough to raze the best edifices of men. Thunders come down along with your tears, there is not a place that escapes a dent when hit by your thoughts. You are strong and powerful, a small fist that could break mountains, and a breeze that brings out the worst volcanoes. You are both an angel and a devil, the nightmare that men crawl into - to understand but find no answer. Prosperity flows out of the diligence of your hands, the same hands that could also crush cruel dictators into powder and ash.

I see you, your inside, the scars you try to hide and smile at you. You should simply bare it all, be who you really are, there isn't a need to be pretentious, spoil not the wizardry within you like an amateur magician. You are real, not somebody's assumption or vague imagination. You are the candle that doesn't need to melt to bring out the light, you are the light. Fall on me, let me see my shadows form behind - so I know I am a mortal treading his way to his glorious end.

Crazily Forever

I was beaten and taken down to a cellar full of coal, dust and darkness. There, I found you. Like a shining diamond that would fill my cold cup with gladness and make me warm. You came running from your hide out and jumped on me, wrapping your legs around me while your bum sat on my hip, and you softly placed your lips onto mine. Then you rubbed your lips against mine for some time - smiling and whispering your 'I love you's and then started kissing me deep, you hands kneading my back. I fell down into a blue ocean, we swimming together and you asking me to become a dolphin. I bite your ears instead and tell you that I am a tiger that goes after his slender deer. You push me away and swim. Swim to an island so exotic that when I saw you there, I felt this was heaven.

You wanted us to roll on the beach mud and laugh till it was sunset; and we ended up making love there - with waves grazing our skin as your sound and motion finished us off in style and we falling into each other's arms together, content. When we woke up, we were in a ball room filled with cute couples dancing, the overwhelming romance in the air forced me to pinch your midriff. That's all that I did and you forcibly led me to the floor and I danced the dance I would never forget even when I sleep, shut inside my grave. Because you knew the jazz that played in the background so well that you planted pecks that turned into kisses that intensified into smooches whenever the music hit those loverly notes. I sincerely haven't heard or known a better song and music, but you.

Then we rushed for home because our kids were waiting for us to come back. As we stepped inside the house, it was all dark. You were holding my wrinkled hand because you cannot see properly now even with your glasses on. Ah there you go, the lights came on with a lot of loud shouts, party poppers exploding and our little grand children swarming around us and everyone gathered singing the best anniversary songs - with a big cake kept for us and photographs from the past hung every where. There, there, in front of every one you wanted to kiss me so badly and you did it - embarrassing me right before all our children. For this, my dear crazy lady, I love you. Forever and ever.

What is to love?

To love is to die, to love is to hate yourself more than you love yourself, to love is to go hungry for nights without food because you are broke and you don't easily borrow money even from your dad, to love is to wake up all night thinking how you take her out of the shit she's stuck in, to love is to see magic when she smiles, to love is to give, give it all, to love is to pour out to the last drop of your blood, to love is to pick fights with total strangers who would dare speak shit about her, to love is to not be open about all the things you did and what you had to go through because your situation shouldn't make her feel bad even in her distant thoughts, to love is to be true, to love is to break down and cry even if you are a man, to love is to get hurt, to love is to create circumstances to make her hate you so she can forget you and be happy, to love is to give away all that she returned to a charity organisation which in turn makes a lot of poor people happy, to love is to smoke a lot knowing that it is killing you, to love is to draw sketch after sketch, to love is to write poetry, to love is to donate blood thrice a month even after knowing that you are an epileptic, to love is to take a strange old woman who faints in front of you on your motorcycle and drop her home, to love is to not allow men to harass women, to love is to buy medicine every month for children affected by AIDS and not tell anyone about it, to love is to care genuinely, to love is to have knife marks on your body trying to rescue trafficked children, to love is to smoke up to see hallucinations - the only place you see her very delightful, to love is to change and fade away, to love is to become like little kids, to love is to be passionate, to love is to strum your guitar, to love is to whistle, to love is to go on long rides your bullet all alone, to love is not doing things to impress anyone, to love is to live life to its fullest.

Thoughts that flowed after a totally random guy talked to me of love and religion. I sincerely told him that he knows not love.

A Ballad - The Woman From Future

You are my sky

Vast in its blue expanse, splendor and beauty

Like a bird I shall fly freely

Into you

Feeling you in every whiff of air I breathe in

As I flap my wings

Moving into dense clouds and out

I don't have to die

To go to heaven or hell

Paradise, is living with an ever present sense of assurance

That keeps whispering into my ears

That your heart is cradled in happiness

And my worst nightmare, your tears

They skin me alive

Ask whatever you want of me

I shall give you

My life and my death are in the power of your slender hands

The alcohol and the tobacco stains that have polluted my blood

Leave my head in an unending spin

So I reach out for the pencils

To draw a sketch with my eyes closed

When sobriety hit me in the morning 

My eyes fell on the sketchbook

I saw you there

Your blazing eyes gazed straight at me

And your smile intoxicated me again 

But what captured my heart more was your soul

I could see it popping out from the paper

And it spoke to me

Told me of all your joyous moments and the nicest memories

Also of the past that has incarcerated you

I fell in love with your soul

For its beauty lies safely hidden inside its brokenness

I got up from my bed

My heart singing songs of delight

Only to be hit by a tempest shortly and dropping dead

Bring me back to life if you could

Or leave me alone

So I rot at the mercy of the maggots

That feed on my decaying flesh

Which once housed my soul

That never could let love disappear and die.