Naked realities and sensuous words

Whispered in ears or written in bold 

Dipped in the ink of love 

Unfettered and wild 

Hazy words hang loosely on the steamy mirrors

Invisible in a while

3 am

I sometimes feel I own the Night 

She sways her hips into sensuous tunes

Rendering songs she slowly burns

Glistens under the silvery moonlight

Lights up her mood with an ecstatic dance

Undresses the weariness of the day 

Later, blankets herself with diamond stars

Autumn

The movement of leaves during fall 

is slow like the first kiss 

Long and dreamy

The leaves rustle

like footsteps 

walking ahead of our noisy past

The rays of the sun create images 

on the bare white wall - the soul’s 

projection of unfiltered thoughts

A flock of nocturnal birds

finding time.

Artists, explorers, 

scientists, gamers

loners and lovers.

During nights,

souls are naked 

in front of mirrors 

like washed faces 

removing a layer of 

makeup.

Shrunken bodies and 

drunken souls;

snuggling in bed 

to find warmth;

caressed by Jazz 

or hit by Rap;

living in a trance 

to find romance.

A cigarette butt 

or a book in hand,

the thoughts run 

loose and wild.

Let them flow.

Fragrance of love fades away

like the smell of a freshly baked cake 

in an oven 

slowly simmering in the room 

Dying out by the aroma of the next dish or coffee brew

Wound of love remains fresh like bruises

of clumsy people 

Hurt softly but felt harshly 

Healing but until the next time 

Dil mein jo yaadein hain unhein sambhalkar rakhna 

Ek nishani wahi to baaki hai

Khud se bechain

Khud se pareshan 

Nikal pade the us raah par

Har jagah dikha andhera 

Phir bhi be - ummid na the hum 

Roshni liye chalte gaye 

Jab tak aag thi dil mein 

Ruke nahi humare kadam 

Pichhli dafa hum the khafa

Aaj masroof aur beparwah hain zara

Yun raah par milna ittefaq nahi 

Par kal jaisa to kuch aaj nahi

Bahut dinon se kuch likha nahi 

Socha aaj kalam uthai jae 

Behte hain ashq jaise 

Waise syahi chalai jae 

Kitaab ke panne khatam

Lekin baatein abhi baaki hain 

Kuch ehsaas aur jazbaat abhi baaki hain

I have made home in little huts

I have made friends with unknown yet loving souls 

Meet them in the moments I close my eyes 

Meet the desires of your heart in the desert of love.

The half-read books
The half- learnt guitar
The half-burnt cake
The half-lit candles
The half songs I have tried
The one coat of nail paint I have applied
The half journey to the mountains
The halves of bread I have shared
The half conversations that disrupted
The half movies I have watched
The half prayers I have made
The half moments I have shared
The half calls I have made
The half friendships, the half relationships
I dedicate these halves to you
Write to me about yours
Let us feel complete

Is safar par chalte jana 

Rukein jo kadam khud ko yaad dilana 

Adhoore jo khwaab hain

Unhein poora karna 

Bas nikal jana 

jahan dil kare chalte jana 

Raaste par jo mod pasand aaye 

wahan chalte jana

What does life ask from you?

What does your heart beat for?

What are you living for?

What are you ready to die for?

What brings laughter?

What makes you cry?

What are you waiting for?

What makes you stop?

How have you come this far?

How have you never stopped?

How do you go on with the lingering pain inside? 

How do you listen to your heart in the midst of the cacophony of the world?