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Old Friends

The final picture dissipates, then I walk away.
Birds and bees no notice take, bats and fireflies lament.
They know me by my candid craving and
understand my flagellating function.

The bright brute only ever
did see me smile.
With gritted teeth he borrows my
plain countenance.
My eyes widen, my mouth gapes to
understand why;
he burns himself, my body sweats
in parallel?
Just when choked and forced to detest
his mockery,
then selflessly she slips away
and reaches down.
To caress me, to soothe me and
to salve apply.
And to nurse my lacerated
body, wit, heart.

When the final thought designed is when I walk away.
Then the Sun wouldn’t mind but the Moon would rivers cry.
She knows me by my sincerest shadow,
my soberest sorrow she empathise.

Alone

In love, at peace. 
Is it wrong to want alone. 
To not miss and not be missed. 
To want nothing and no one more.

Liar people say, liar maybe.

Refusing to acknowledge
this internal commotion
leads to dry eyes,
as dry as the ocean.

Liar you say, liar maybe.

At times it gets lonely,
at times of peace.
My heart for this,
my soul for this.

Liar they say, liar maybe.

Childhood heart didn’t
crave it as much.
Pushed in it still, 
circumstances and such.

Liar again ? liar maybe.

In love with the word,
at peace with the world.
Alone, though never lonely.

Liar ! liar indeed.

Is it the same for you

Just keep doing what you have done to me.
Please don’t stop, I beg you, please.
I’ll linger among the stars waiting for you.
I’ll wait lying in the deep of the sea.
Just keep doing what you have done to me.
Please don’t stop, I beg you, please.

Where ever you go that’s where i’ll be.
Is it the same for you, as it is for me ?
Life is full of thunder, and lightning too.
You, my only calm, nothing more besides you.
Wherever you go that’s where i’ll be.
Is it the same for you, as it is for me ?

The Reason

If you love me, I beg we never say it.
If you care for me, I beg you bury it.
If you dream of me, don’t you ever
close your eyes.
If you need me, cut my ears so I won’t
hear you cries

If you know me,
you know that I’d rather die
than live a lie;
that is the reason why.

Sweet Tandem

We wandered the boiling streets of Mumbai with brows all wet with sweat; as our feet brushed the gravel making sounds of rain. I sat under the shade of the young, empty, naked tenement while you, stubborn as always, stood in front of me.

“Sit”

You sat beside me; we flicked the sweat off our foreheads with our thumbs in unison and chuckled as empty eyes and melancholy silence prefaced the conversation that will never happen.

I moved my fingers along the cylindrical outline of my breast pocket, removed the cigarette within and placing it in the corner of my lips; I lit and inhaled in broken breaths. As the sad, pathetic smoke lumped up in my throat; I exhaled in rhythm of an old motorcycle.

You fiddled with sticks and pebbles on ground and picking them up, threw them in the street and did it again, and again, and then again; as if in competition with yourself.

“Pch !”

Oh, how you get on my nerves without saying a word you beautiful creature, you devil in smooth disguise. The cigarette passed between us puffing once or twice and back to me; and then, to you; and then, back to me again. Quite possibly, the only thing we did or could do together in tandem; in sweet tandem.

 

Funny Little Dog

Funny little dog with nose flat

looked less a dog and more a rat.

Face wrinkled as that of an old man

every chance he got he bolted, he ran.

With big doe eyes round and wide

this little thief always looked so dignified.

In dreams, open fields he would leap

as he’d twitch his chubby legs in sleep.

Funny little dog whom early took fate

i bet he is now god’s favorite pet.