Only Poetry


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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we are naught and none
we dont exist
and exist in reasons
we are behind ones

ones are reasons
ones come from nature
and its exactly the reason

we are value addition
just take
and forget those worms…

what only is left, is
wherevere you’ll humbly add
yourself
as many times…

you’ll increase the standard

nature alone doesnt exists
and numbers are alone
we nones
are the reasons

finding somewhere
behind something
letting numbers exceed…

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don’t try too hard
but try…
it’ll happen
what you call accident…

but the day it happens
whenever
at the edge
be prepared with a paper
and pen
or anything to
record

and ya
atleast keep some toilet papers
obviously unused
in your purse
the day
you must not let
those precious thought
fly…

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and next day
this unburnt
cigarette

you’ll find
in the midnight alone…
when no1 is nearby…

and laundry would become
an act of god
smile…

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its always con and temporary
contemporary
but breaking down happens only
when our vision see the distance
of past and futurecontemporary might mean awareness
of presence and its futility
may be its core is humility
of the farther vision, where

we know past present were temporary
but still we moved on and are standing
in present…so something occurred

so what to call
and how to gauge
everything is not con
nor everything is temporary

this awareness of in between
is contemporary…

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does it means…
your asking itself
is questionable….

why did you ask?
and then when you got…

your asking escaped the answer…
and then…
worthiness became an excuse
relativity brought in
why cant you be worthy….
trust someone’s acceptance…

may be asking is what is the
enjoyable part
getting is just pretense…

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