purple

this love for you
is like this purple ocean
i drown in it
i die
i emerge again
and i smile

because such is this love
- this pond of purple hyacinth
you and i
we may drown, and survive therein
we may drown, and i may, die therein
it will still be there
purple as ever
smiling as ever

and
wen u leave me, my fren
do not mek the world an excuse

our frenship is too great,
the world, but a small place

i m nt ur poet

no
do not look at me, donot question me
i m nt ur poet

tat gal sitting dere, sipping her wine
she is ur poet, she is ur poet
she oftn smiles, like she understands life
she often nods..
like she is nodding at life

and look at me
sitting here, ogling at her, dying at her smile
i m nt ur poet, i m nt ur poet
i m jus a guy in love wid her
she is ur poet, listen to her
she understands life

may be
one day
she wil teach me a bit about life
till den, i wil die at her smile
and if she at all refuses to make me her disciple
i wil die and further die
until i m saved by another smile
may b nt as beautiful as hers
may b much more beautiful den hers
dsnt matter to me..
a smile is a smile..it speaks of life
it speaks of so many unspeakable things i m med of
it speaks of so mny unspeakable thngs i wil die for

actualy, i m jus an unspeakable atom
or may be an unspeakable molecule
surely, i m nt ur poet
i m a part of the unspeakable society
donot listen to me, listen to her, she is ur poet
and if u donot like me..
donot come and say so to me..i am nt ur poet
if u donot like me..
go to her..
she is ur poet, she is ur poet.
i m nt ur poet, excuse me!

hold me

hold me
like u hold ur sin
close to ur heart
and never to part

in a day or two

in a day or two
we will become thinner
we will redo ourselves
we will buy new clothes
- we will not fit into earlier saggy ones

we will hit the gym
and just strut and moan
because we do not need to work out more
we will just be a part of the "see you can slice tomato on my tummy" regime
all, in a day or two, in a day or two, the world can bet a dime!

we will go to fancy places and just nibble
and look down on all who gobble
we will not utter a word, but our actions will say
you are a pig, and if you gobble like this, a pig you will stay
we will just sip the sparkling water
holding the glass with our perfectly toned fingers

all in a day or two, all in a day or two, dear friends
and such is the prospect, its a crime to not make ammends
so lets meet today when the day is over
and each order that legendary burger
lets gulp it down with the best cocktails
and have some finger fries, on the trail
let us be merry, let us be a gay
lets start the dance, let us all sway
you bring me cake, i will cook lasagna for you
because we all will be thinner in a day or two !!

lullaby

i eat my sleep
my dream
my hope 
my love
my faith
my memories

i chew them in my leisure
and let them grow on my bones and skin
heart, lungs, eyes, face, hair, kidneys, nails
and i grow tall, tall, talll
till i reach the moon

and then i eat the moon
and the stars
and get drunk on the clouds
and fly through them too,
till i reach the rainbow

the rainbow - 
its violet is just like the colour of my dream, when i dream of you  - my hyacinth dream
its indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, red - the colours of your laughter
the black is missing - the colour of your eyes

i close my eyes and think of you
you, and your black eyes
i can almost touch you then
feel the dreams on your skin, eyes
i touch you gently
so that you do not wake up
    - i know, you are dreaming a lullaby
i hum it, silently..bit by bit
as i fall asleep too .

i sit by the river kali

in the evening
i sit by the river kali
i weep
i cry
i pull my hair, like
i am pulling out each bit of life left in me

the evening takes it leave
night comes and sits with me, by the river kali
i show it my scars
i weep
i cry
i pull my hair, like
i am pulling out every bit of darkness left in me
 - the night gets darker, 
the scanty stars, dimmer

slowly
from the river bank
i pick up my scattered grief
i pick up the bits of me, which had fallen away from me while i was weeping, crying
i hold all of them to my bosom - my grief and the scattered bits of me
and together we jump into the river kali

every evening
i drink my coffee,
and then, 
thus i think of the river kali




**kali is a river flowing through te state of karnataka

lapata

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