…answered “Why?”

Was that wedding card, false?
Were those facebook pics, fake?
Were those stories untrue?
Many Ques.,
Not self centric but caring..
What happened? n Why these tears?

A day
Which I never wanted to see.
Do you know "why I ..."?
To make you happy
And see those smiles..


I danced with the rains,
She got wet..
I felt lonely,
And there she Wait..

But Why this silence,
For 11 long years?

Perhaps she might have answered.
But my questions didn’t gave her a chance..
She might never have replied
But I decided not to compel
I know,
And understand what she meant...
...A hug but more tight than ever before!

not to leave Her again…

Who don’t dress up?
For a Date…
To make it more angelic… more beatific… more cherubic…
Why the nature will be an Exception?


End! Of much waited yearn to Meet
Because here the Rain is...
Nature is appearing with
Bedazing lehenga, Bridal Necklace, Patwa Buti Pendant,
Vintage Earrings, Kundan Mangtika,
Polki Waist Belt, anklets and many other adornments...
And me,
Standing on my patio
Enjoying the Nature's
Romantic love making..


Black clouds, thunders, lightings and cold breezes
I was closing my eyes,
Putting my fingers on my ears,
And at times stretching my hands
To give the rain, a Big hug.

Night drew close
But resisting was I, to get in…
A hot cuppa was long ignored.
Eyes tainted with emotions,
And a heart filled with love.



Suddenly I heard anklets’ jingle-jangling
Appeared antique but fave and well known!
Eh! shoooo.. It’s nearing me.
I turn around.
And what am I, seeing?
Putting aside palls,
A lady in white…
Clothes damp..
No make-ups and unattended hairs…
...Slow her motion was,
Or Impatient was I?


But why?
Why Is she here?
After so many years..
Why she returned, today? What is left now?
Many ugly questions for the beautiful lady!
But I didn’t utter a word!!


Both standing like unknowns,
No eye contact though.
Silence is on Maintenance!
Water Drops from her brow
Were reaching her breasts..
But inert, was she!
May be life made her accustomed to,
Or simply she doesn’t care…


Tears from her eyes
Was distinctly 'distinct-able' from rain.
I was openmouthed,
And She!
In the stance of Submission…
"Ye bhi koi jeena hai, sirf aansoo pina hai..."

All at once it started raining
A fragrance from the soil..

Peacocks mewing..
Butterflies emblazoning greens..
And a few drops sweetly touched me!
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!
Worriedly she wiped  my bare shoulders
With her soft red chunri.
But soon she held back.
(as it made me more wet as her rag was wet)
No! No! She screamed..
Perhaps she linked herself with that rag..
Unwittingly making my life wishy-washy…


She tried heading for the hills
But I hold her tight.
For the first time though,

But not to leave Her again…

its lyk..

Some loved

A flower with aroma !

Others loved

Even Without !!

One loved

A plastic made up !!!

Are u crazy? I shouted. For God’s sake! how can it be? ..Its lyk loving some1 who can ne'er understand u... Its lyk loving without expectations... Its lyk being out of mind... Its lyk loving a flying bird in the blues... Its lyk making out with zephyr... Its lyk bedded with waves... Its lyk stargaze... Its lyk going weirdo...  Its lyk being gaga... Its lyk being dupe... Its lyk being belly-up... Its lyk dating Kate... Its lyk blueness in apple... Its lyk unjustifiable felo-de-se... Its lyk offer of betrayal  to self... And its lyk being me…

Who I am to be?

What’s the point?

In clicking ‘like’ on popular quotes,

In clapping for Big-names.

What’s so great?

In being Active for ‘self upbeat’.

Go! Go beyond !

Beyond obvious,

Beyond self-aggrandizement,

Beyond calculation,

Beyond showy stunt,

“Abnegation”- precisely the word is!

Keep

Not only promises

But expectations.

Understand

Not to misunderstand.

If it is, it is..


I fright not to the world,

But myself.

Not my disability,

But for which, I stand...

Good! Great! Genuine!

Kudos, they were
But humbly, i asked
Who I am to be?

Night

Not Clock and never Dinner!

My Night comes slowly
      With lights switching off.

Night ne'er affrights me

Rather is concerned and plunked for..

Night dates with my imaginings,
      When the world sleeps

Night listens me muttering,
      Kuch kuch hindi gane

Night is witness to
      My pillows taking bathe in tears..
      Me talking to moon..

      And And yes! me recalling words to put down touches..

Night, Not just a night to me.

Nox, she is!

She cares and really cares..

She tried to make me sleep,

When taj' was weeping

Sitting on those marvel stairs.

She wished many good things,

                For my duckie'

                When my dreams were my foes.

She tried lessening the distance,

              Between Me and Myself'
              Though I resisted initially..

Night assured and insured me,

May sleepless, my nights be,

But a dulcet sleep will be ensured to Sum1'.