soulmate..

I have seen you,
sometimes,somewhere,
like a glimmer..
may be in that road,
where the shadows of gulmohar trees,
fell freely in an afternoon,
Where a red carpet,
stretched under my worn boots,
and a group of jubiliant youth,
passed across me..

Or was it in that railway station ,
among,The hundreds of frameless faces,
hanged haphazardly,
inside the harsh noises.?.
or was it In the giggles of that girl,
who walked by myside
and left without a word?

May be it was in the wrinkled cheeks,
of that woman in that oldage home,.
in the euphony of that baby’s cry,
or In that euphoric love song,
and in the rhythmic movement,
of the fingertips of that stranger,
sitting in front of the singer..

It may be at anywhere,
In the depth of the eyes of a silent friend,
or in illusions of my mind,
or in the memory of that stranger,
who took shelter under my umbrella,
in a rainy season
paced a few steps along with me,
and went away,
giving just a smile..

still I am searching for you,
even when they laugh at me,
and call my hopes,
as utterances of a mad heart,
I cant stop searching you,
Because you are the weakness of my soul..

Even when you hurt me,
Like a prick in the core,
As a tangled knot in my feelings,
I cant help me from imagining you..

Somewhere inside my soul,
I have kept,
a fragment of emptiness,
only for you,

I hope,

before the pulsations of my life completely vanish,
before the colors in my vision fade,and finish,
before my absurdities and stupidities totally exhaust,
I will meet you,
and tell you my dreams,
and give my thoughts to you, .
as you are my soulmate..

1..RAIN.

This rain is a solace.
I need to sleep in her arms.
I need the tenderness of her touch
on my scalded summer skin..
I need the coolness of her waterdrops
in my dried and cracked soles.
I need her help to wipe out,
dust of many memories.
This rain is a solace..

2.. ME

I thought I am existing..
So many people are living inside me.
They come and go again and again.
I thought I know them all.
I am one of them.
But I am the myth among them.
The unknown and most unclarified of all..

3.ADVICE..

Don’t tell me where to go from here
as if you are familiar of the edges of the cliff..
Don’t tell me not to swim in the air.
Or fly in water.
Or to drop down dead
like a boulder from the hill side..
Or to climb up on a sky
hanging to the borders of a wind.
You know just like me that
the clouds are colourless.
Don’t tell me to bend a rainbow
to bring it back to the earth
just for fun
and not break it..

4.POETRY..

Poetry is what my heart talks
not what your mind thinks.
Words communicate with sentences.
Logic fails
I fly without wings
Horizons are unlimited for me now.


5.DRUNKARD ON THE ROADSIDE.

The body of the drunkard is still alive.
He is protected by dirt and vomit.
His hair is coated in dust.
His mind is dead.
He is in oblivion to himself.
Walkers look at him and pass by.
The electric pole still stands by him.
He is safe..

6 MY LOVE.

venus smiled.
I fell in love.
Venus cried
My heart broke
I became numb
Mars came
Stones are dead now.
They don’t recognise
the images in water
when they fall..

Winter..

I remain,
among embedded echoes,
around suspended voices
sailing through
borderless nights and lightless days..

Memories are stuck,
like figures in a canvas.
lifeless oil paints hanging over them
with their breath held,
midway between
the inhaled and exhaled parts
of a deep ,struggling sigh..

Winter stagnates.
enveloped in a hesitant dullness,
reluctant dust clinging to leafy surfaces
of an adherent helplessness and its shades..

Sadness drips,
alongside the clotted vapours
on the edges of a frozen night,
fall on to the crusted earth,
at irregular intervals,
bearing silent pains..

I walk,
over the dried leaves and grass,
an autumn left behind,
feet make hollow sounds,
resembling the leftovers of you inside me
which lingered when you walked away..