My love for Kullu :)

Through my rain stained window
in the steamy quietness of my room
I see the city with a renewed perception
It has never looked so beautiful before
The shimmering lights illuminate the dark
As if the stars have descended on earth
contouring the mountain in sparkles

If my eyes were enough to capture this moment
if my memory could fixate the feeling to savour forever
the chubby sweetness of the fresh wind
the lazy frivolousness of the deceitful lime coloured sun
God has blessed me with a life and a heart that keeps me hoping for more

Will I ever come back to this place, to this moment
Or should I freeze it in time
do i deserve to know the answer
if life brings me back here i shall immerse myself in this profuse ambience
if not then let me hold on to this feeling a second longer
Let it enrich my memories
let it embed my future travels
let me learn how this place smells
this place that has given me a home

for now I have leapt forward
my mind wanders the world
with the hope of returning some day,
I have left , to see the world.

to spring!

in the stillness , i see you 

in the stoic solidarity of trees ... I feel your presence...

in the ethereal beauty of the approaching season... I see you

I rejoice their unvoiced exhilaration

i'm delirious in their inaudible euphoria

embellishing in their lusciousness for your welcome in auburn profuse

i feel you in the suns luminescence

underneath the dry crushed foliage

i see a promis sprout

In my vision, i envision...

a mesmerizing blue sky lit with soulful golden hues

I see the exuberance sprouting in green sweet nothings in tufts around me

Within my realm as i see it now...

in the auspicious stillness.... i see you

cant find a title

And somewhere in the hollow medley of broken voices,

ruptured hearts and punctuated silence

when the heart assuages between the fire and cold 

when the eyes pierce through the reflection in the mirror 

when the ominous reverie is broken 

when the scathing introspection is complete

when the perspective is sharper 

and the world becomes pellucid 

when the inward becomes emphatically discernible to the peripheral conscious 

and the mind becomes more profound

Is when my heart starts to beat again

more vibrantly , more passionately 

it reverberates unheard melodies to my ears

it strikes on unnamed chords 

it pirouettes on capricious grounds

and then I hear a promise spring

It makes me walk in a frenzy , the air seems delirious

its replete with the quintessence of a woman's heart

and i fathom that I have changed , i have metamorphosed 

and hence, I walk and walk , and I never want to stop now…

unfinished business!

A drop of honey mixed in dew...

my mornings many a few,

A hint of mint in my dreams,

as light & frothy my coffee could be,

so strange and stringent in my path,

I dunno how long I would last,

I try to begin a new step,

but lie down in my bed instead,

that is how i could be

lovely spirited and free.

 a speck of gold in my eye

a million fireflies guiding me by

the first day at home

sun rolling back its veil slowly

i feel the warmth on my face

missed this the most while i was away

the rays dance on my skin, revealing subtle secrets 

facets of light gliding down like diamonds in the river stream

i radiate from within, wear my heart on my sleeve today

i hope nobody wears me down today

i look for colored vibes within the labyrinth of grayish hues

i gravitate towards the most vibrant one

I feel different , i feel renewed… im a different person now

y should i conform …

desire to taste all flavors life holds in its abundance…

y should i get boggled down with what is expected out of me?

want to carry my life in a rucksack and explore within and outside…

yester years tedious routines, i now welcome openly

the monotony of tasks feels familiar and relaxing

how could it feel so good?

its therapeutic to my mind which surprises me 

but im happy till it lasts..

how many lives do i live in parallel simultaneously

how many times do i start over, how many lives do i leave behind..

my soul takes me wherever it wants to go

there is pleasure in the mundaneness of life… so intriguing…

set out , and discover new places, know myself more… 

movie star

She essays the role of a movie actress

she sways and swathes across the street

she enters the bar oblivious of the eyes that follow her

her scent lingers in the air she walks

i swoon in my seat while my eyes feast on her beauty

her translucent skin washes away all that is around her

her radiance marks her aura

all that is good in this world is embodied in her soul

her eyes betray her stance

she looks like a woman whose lived a thousand lives

but that adds to the enigma of this woman.

She would never give me another glance

I sit there with a pint in my hand and a scowl on my face

My world zillions of light years away from her

In the dust and heat ,i work all day

my hands coarse, my eyes bitter 

my sole entity an archetype of a spiteful man

how could she look at me

If only I could sear my heart and make her see

that I carry the heart of a youthful boy

all I have but love to give her

if only I could make her see

for years and years I've seen her passing through the same street

for years I've heard my heart skip a beat

i've worshipped the very ground she walks

blessed to breathe the air she breathes 

she left the city in the dew hours of the morning with a boy 

who was half the man the village people so told

but the pain that singed my heart 

was witness to the fire ablating my heart

I sat in the bar imprisoned by my tribulation

with a pint in  my hand and a scowl on my face

All that remains now is the carcass of her memory

An attempt

I sit down to write a poem…

unintelligible words rumbling off my head

trying to grope them in the air 

barely making a coherent sentence

still there 're stuck in my head

I try to think how many times does the inspiration hit me

to sit down to string a key of words

in the midst of a coffee ,sleepy eyes and my mundane nights

juggling through pretentious self proclaimed poets files

i make sense invade my head

to sit down to strew a string of words

i stare at my screensaver waiting for epiphanies to hit me

i've never done more soul searching more than now

so many insecurities,triumphs and memories to talk about

yet my mind chooses to stay numb

Procrastinating seems like a good word to start

whether to exercise it or utilize it

the agony of churning my brains to yield a rhyme 

makes me realize that my aspirations to produce a poem

have been spurned by this doggerel

but still i applaud at my attempt

such is the perplexity of a lazy mind..