SEVERED LIVES !!!
These moments that are relationships,
Are they moments or are incidents.
Incidents written to take place somewhere,
Have they been decided, have been forgone
Or have yet to be decided somewhere.
The meaning of relationships which are ours and not ours,
Have been know to us for long.
They are a mirage in time with us.
This I have come to know but still,
Why have we been severed and cut
When we have not been together at all.
Little difference does it make,
How little I know about you.
The bridge I just crossed,
has left me but not reached you.
Like the rain which just hit the roof-top,
I missed the pour, like I missed you.
Tis' not a sonnet of my love that I sing,
It is a song in despair which will reach you.
I know the difference it makes,
If ever it makes I know.
You too shall sing this song for me I know,
Though little difference it makes,
How little I know about you.
PASSIONATE FRIENDS
T'was a night, that has passed by me,
Dark as the kohl-rimmed eyes of a beloved.
Like dark clouds roaring in thunderous applause.
And the rain of love keeping the fire of passion burning in me.
Oh my passion ! Have left you far behind but still,
May those seasons be with you forever and ever.
And I could go to bed tonight,
Thinking about you as well.
Those savage years, look at me again,
My rusted soul, aspires your being.
Your dark nights, my short twilights,
Will pass in union till dawn.
You will behold me and whisper in my ear,
And turn will I, to silence you with a finger-tip.
And listen to those songs again which we've sung,
And cry again cherishing those bygone moments.
There is an unfinished poem in me,
...the airplane after take-off had loomed over darkness, the view below was nothing less than that of a place where power cuts were normal. But it made the effect more marked when the flight was descending on a place which looked like a starry night. He felt he was literally landing on a star lit sky. For a few minutes he forgot himself and braced to embrace the night which was dancing to itself. Before entering the terminal he looked at the sky and found a pale, silent moon looking back at him. But everything changed once he entered the immigration counter. Little did he know that he was carrying a part of the darkness he had left behind. Thousands of miles away from the darkness and here in this bright order of everything, his darkness was visible. Suddenly he became aware of himself.
