The caress!

A 26 year old young caress
soft and warm
looking at the world with lost eyes
sometimes it is difficult for her to smile
sometimes easy with a tinkling laughter
her dainty form
 has the depths of oceans beyond existence
sucking one out of one's shell
she creates a vacuum
and as is the nature
of a low pressure zone
all things get sucked into it
the light of stars
the coolness of the moon
the heat of the sun
the smell of earth after the first rain
in that one spot
an amalgam of feelings
scattered in moist moments
and she leaves
leaving the thrill of the caress behind....

Conversation!

Lets converse in verse
the prose is so mundane
the 'hi's so irrelevant
the 'bye's so illogical
'cause you never come
I never go
I can't hear your sighs
when you talk about your day
You can't see my strife
when I recite my story
The words sound hollow
conveying facts
 meaningless in their dreary meanings

Converse with me
through eyes
You twinkle
I smile
unafraid what you may perceive
unfazed what I may convey
the melodies resounding in your trance
my poem singing itself
with the rhythm of your heart
their echo
is our conversation

will you miss me.....

You saw me glistening
in the corner of your eye
that single drop of water
 hanging in the horizon
not cold enough
to become a snowflake
not dense enough
to become a cloud
floating alone
forming mist
about to become
the dew drop on the grass
in your backyard
evaporating with the first ray of Sun
will you miss me then!

Talk!

You don't talk to me
neither in words
nor without
your gaze averts as I look into your eyes
the colour fades as I simper
You don't talk to me
neither in poetry
nor prose
your breathing lacking symphony
your renditions without pride
You don't talk to me
neither in the lull
nor noise
Are you afraid
 of shattering my peace
 are you perturbed
of loosing your countenance
Talk to my soul
if you will
talk in silence
since you can
talk for me to find answers
cause I stand unheard
if you don't talk to me!

Khas Kisse...

ज़िन्दगी तेरी ज़िद्द के
किस्से तमाम है
न तू आम है
न हम आम हैं.

कुछ खास सा लगा  था
जब तुझसे दिल मिला  था
हर लम्हा आशिकी था
जब तुझमें मैं रमा था
इस रहग़ुज़र से गुज़रे
हम सुबह शाम हैं
न तू आम है
न हम आम हैं.

आता है याद ख्वाबों में
तेरा और बढ़ते आना
कभी तेरा यूँ झिड़कना
कभी मेरा यूँ मनाना
गरीब की  तिजोरी
पर फिर भी शान है
न तू आम है
न हम आम हैं.

हमराह मेरे तुझसे
शिकायत तो थी मुझे
तेरे पास न होने की
आदत भी थी मुझे
मंज़िल तक न  चला
फिर भी साथ तो  चला
कुछ देर के लिए ही
तू अपना सा लगा
समझाया बहुत खुद को
फिर क्यों परेशान है

ज़िन्दगी तेरी ज़िद्द के
किस्से तमाम हैं
न तू आम है
न हम आम हैं.

In your absence

When you are gone
The space where you had been
Becomes so visible
The air becomes palpable
With anticipation
Of your mirth
Your laughter fills it
As i keep looking
For you
Your absence marks
Your presence
In my mental register
I miss you then...

My Silence

my silence has a sound
in the hiss of my breathing
in the rustle beneath the sheets
if you could  hear it
my silence has a touch
in the shudder of my laughter
in the caress of my sigh
if you could  feel it
my silence has a taste
in the sweetness of my breath
in the saltiness of my sweat
if you could  savor it
my silence has a vision
in the loping of my mouth
in the frowning of my brow
if you could see it
my silence is my enunciation
for you alone
if you could fathom.....