all pink
remember when you were in…umm
lots of things
lets say…long hairs, glasses
being shy, books, soft shoes
being thin, boyish, tom cruise
bike stunts
and love
…
i try hard to remember
such things…
but all i remember is a thin boy
who was in love…
rest nothing fell in place
so i did something
slept when i was older
and went back…and now
…
i am everything…long haired
thin and cute…and a gal
hovering around me
blessed and shocked
and far, there is a teacher…nice teacher
looking at us…sharing the benches
something fishy…as we kissed
what you doing there?
…
and me dumb ass, cute one though
no sir, i am a book worm
i don’t do wrong
and here comes the brave gal
so what? what you wanna say
did we kiss?
and teacher shooed away….
and then, roads of delhi
markets of bhiwani
gardens of school
all were pink
yuck!
and unhygienic
bubble-gum love
…
and then it blew and blew
phat! all on face
and i woke up
saw the time
it took only few minutes of…
my own movie screening…
fabric
fridge toppled bang!
hands covering ears
eyes widened
but nothing happened
just fabric shuffled and back in position
like water in a pot
not even spilled
…
and fridge toppled
hearts never broken
injuries were vapours
nations never captured
people never gone
just fabric shuffled
it was dream
what a dream!
…
that, there was a cover all over
above the realscape
and all of us sitting in space
watching ourselves
seeing how just fabric shuffled
and every time something happens
scurried buzz, eyes open
oh! we are above realscape
no pain occurred
…
in dream, i realized it was a dream
but what a dream…
already started missing that pain
i missed…as it compared only fabric shuffle
and now i am awake
seeing, what if, it was happening
all we see is…far off
someone wept….
oh it was terrible
but isn’t it
common phenomenon
and so we carried on…
as more and more we are seeing these days
every thing is just a temporary contour
in that homogenous cover on realscape
architecture
Eyes caved
so deep…that light doesn’t reach
its dark in there
deprived of sleep
…
permanent craziness
malnourished body
hazy brain
and fixed lips extended
upward
for minutes
…
hairs so soft
of acids deposited
back arched in humbled gesture
to thee of whatever
…
bags lifted forward
to avoid falling backwards
standing in sleep
…
why so much…
torture
to this fragile bearded heart…
smokes flutter
…
I think of death
as it has befriended
me
at the seventeenth year
and so I think of
useless
my mother
…
and then I again get back
to self torture…
my Jesus…asks me
there is no escape…
either you’ll die young
or calmness will prevail
to the eternal…
…
but at least drink
some milk…
or eat some omelet
…
as hungry you ain’t gonna save the world….
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natural plastic
i think he understands
and he doesn’t too
his anger and so called harmones
negate his deja vu silence
and he looks at me in
ignorance
…
i wonder…why i want my clones
and preach what strongly felt righteous
explained
but when you try plastic to behave like
fabric
it needs a chemical reaction
and tolerance
though it becomes one
but guess fabric gets redefined
prominent (un)material
…
and wondering…he is angry
may be because my words wanted immediate fabric
of immediate judgmental words
and plastic turned angry…redish
at bends
no proof of chemical reaction
…
but angry, he is focussed
in ignorance
so he remembers my words
i hope…he tries hard to disapprove me
remains angry…quilted when asleep
…
guess chemical reaction
requires plastics disapproved
indulgence
…
remain angry my friend
guess chemical reaction require
extreme ends…
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mixed
he asks me to be happy
useless, me helpless
i am not happy and he detests me
of not being happy and being happy
about it
and i think….hehe…is the only solution
next day
starting with a whitsle
he is only going to worry about
sorry i forgot
that’s what he detests
but i know
i am not gonna survive with this
forgetfulness
beautiful
i love her watery eyes…
but…here i am the same guy
not gonna reveal identities
gonna die in a tunnel
as i use..used tags or
condoms
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miscommunication
i write here
because avoid to speak
removing texts from my life
spoken explainative misleading texts
they miscommunicate…even your lies
if used for explaination
…
writing poetries
because i miscommunicate
with myself…
poetries never lie
coz they never communicate
and saying for sake of saying is
harmless
…
but i want to say
with spoken texts…
without prejudice…
breathless
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un
today i won’t
write anything
nor will i
edit
today it’s moment of unsaying
so i’ll unsay
hehe
unsaying is unusing
the medium
so lets not use the everything
and minimize the action
so lets undrink
unbuild
unthink
and unviel
our unreal motivations
that
unknowingly
there is
a lot of unsaying
i said i mustn’t said
i kept unsaid
hehe
lets unveil ourselves
till it’s all undone
teacher’s son
so where did you leave
in suction
but intended to come back
didn’t you
as i am giving you, your
momentary directions
…
so where will you leave
beyond me
cant imagine
but feels terrible
not being able to see you anymore
and not needing my directions
…
but i didn’t leave
and i was already left
that’s why you enjoyed
providing direction
…
it feels terrible to know
not being with your directions
but…
where did i leave
oh, don’t say it anymore
i feel empty
inside, with moments approaching
of permanent marching
…
but you lived with people moving away
so what is with me
moving away
your teachings always pointed
of being and not being your son
…
teacher…
so many sons you give away
to this world’s motivation
and who don’t leave
were never your beloved ones
…
but i won’t leave…father
you built me
assume…you multiplied yourself
in numerous motivations…
directions…
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helpless admiration
yesterday,
i was struggling with words
to define you…
out of my helpless admiration….
but later i gave up…
with a thought
…
…
that you are a piece of fiction
an accident…
even if i want to give it a larger meaning…
bigger words…
…
must only accept you as a co-incidence
can not call you special
or would suffocate…your words
doings, my learning’s and nature
in shiny wrapper of godly existence…
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its a series of my poetries as comments…enjoy…
accidents
are unknowns
where you’ll throw yourself
and its a thought
without roots
accidents are not easy
and you would love to talk about most
be the accident
and accompany the dark
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