Subjectivity of Love

What is subjective is criminal as it kills the very notion of certainty, the path to goals set by the human mind. If this is true, then 'Love' is the most profound criminal activity penetrating the fiber of universe, the most primitive of felonies committed by a human soul against the mind of the host human body. Love is a war between a man's mind and soul to attain what is culpable and unreal for if it was worthy of an intra-human enmity, subjectivity would have prevailed.

electron of love

Aah! Why am I so ignorant? Why don't I know what other do? Why does my heart ache when I think of religion while others rejoice? Why do I shed tears on the dead who I don't know? Perhaps, because the corpses speak to me in a language inexplicable...that it could be you. Has meaning of wisdom taken a paradigm shift? If it has not, then why do our wise demagogues create divide. I am lost, but one thing I am very sure of. I would rather be an inept, out of place stumbling piece of an Idiot who knows 'Love' than a wise, glorified, revered dollop of democracy who is comprehensively devoid of electron of love.

You

I still can't seem to let go off my mind your first smile. Entering the room, I saw many faces and still realized only one. In your eyes was the language I wanted to communicate through and in your voice I found the music that made me dance. Business was what brought me there and you were who kept me there. If love was the subject, I am sure I wanted to understand it through you. For the first time ever, I didn't have to make an effort; all the fabrics of my existence were in harmony with the vibration of your presence. I looked upon at everyone but you, for I was nervous. Not so, because I was afraid, but because all this had come to this single point in time when we were sharing the same space, breathing the same air, feeling each others' presence, knowing we existed and have found each other. My quest was brought to an end and I instantly knew it was you.

If life was poem, you were my muse; in moments of loneliness, you were my wait; in sadness, you were my tears; in nervousness, you were my trembling; in happiness, you were my smile. Yes, I wore you even before I knew you for before I knew you I knew no life. You were all over me and today I have just reached a stage where I discovered this. I know, I am never going to lose you as I know I am never going to get you...

Hope

I waited for rains
standing in the river
arms stretched, fingers so tight,
I saw it coming
in the Jungle I was,
yet I was not wet,
the drops had failed me,
sun-soaked I stood,
watching the woods
dancing in the rain,
the leaves so smug,
and flowers so vain,
I closed my eyes and smiled,
"forgive them god
for they are so high,
it rains in the jungle,
with river so dry,
with clouds fading soon
and drops getting thinner,
it is river they'll come to,
their hapless stand-by"
my prayers are answered, I hope,
I stand still,
my fingers getting loose,
despair beckons loud,
but hope i choose,
I am dry in the river,
and wet under sun,
trembling it reminds,
the wait has just begun!

I will make it to the end!

stumbling i may walk,
mumbling i may speak,
they may laugh at me,
i may be a little slow,
i may not be as clever,
i may not stand forever,
i may not be that friend,
but i will make it to the end!

scared i may be,
tall i may not walk,
they may count me out,
i may be out of sorts,
i may have spoilt it all,
i may need to crawl,
i may not make ammend,
but i will make it to the end!

high i may not go,
great i may not be,
they may shove me down,
i may not scream aloud,
i may not wipe my tear,
i may have lived in fear,
i know how to offend,
and i will make it to the end!

Syliva: By William Shakespeare

And why not death rather than living torment?
To die is to be banish'd from myself;
And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her
Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
*What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
*What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon;
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Foster'd, illumined, cherish'd, kept alive.
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
Tarry I here, I but attend on death:
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.

Miss You Somehow!

You wrote those letters,
when we were so young,
you said, "I love you",
when i was no one,
you smiled in pain,
and cried in mine,
you said, "don't worry, you will be fine",
you held my hands,
when i was to fall,
and said, "my dear, let's go on a stroll",
you swallowed my tears,
and held me tight,
you said, "get up! you have to fight",
you saw me in jitters,
and god! did you care,
you said, "come what may, I'll be here",
your touch, your smell,
your hair, your voice,
your lips, your face,
are still so ripe,
i may not be there,
in some time from now,
will love you forever,
and miss you somehow!

DIE FOR ME

I AM AFTER YOUR LIFE,
I WANT YOU DESTROYED,
SHATTERED INTO PIECES,
AND MAKE YOU CRY,
I LOOK INTO MY CORPSE,
AND TRY TO REINCARNATE,
POURING DOWN MY THROAT,
THE TEARS OF UR LISTLESS EYES.
GIVE ME YOUR LIFE,
AND DIE FOR ME,
FOLLOW YOUR INNER VOICE,
AND CRY FOR ME,
I PROMISE I WILL WALK,
AND STAND BY YOUR SIDE,
HOLD YOU TIGHT AND HELP YOU DIE,
THE MOMENT YOU CLOSE,
YOUR EYES IN THIS WORLD,
YOU WOULD KNOW YOU HAD NEVER
CRIED IN THIS WORLD,
YOU FUMBLED,I SIGHED,
YOU HEAVED, I TRIED,
THE MOMENTS DO LINGER,
YOU SMILED I CRIED,
I KNOW BY THIS TIME,
YOU WISH I WAS DEAD,
BUT GOD LOVE PEOPLE,
WHO BOND LIKE A THREAD,
AND HENCE MY LOVE,
I'M AFTER YOUR LIFE,
AS GOD NEED A PERSON,
TO BE BY HIS SIDE,
A PERSON WHO CAN LOVE,
A PERSON WHO IS NICE,
YOU KNOW I'M NOT,
AS YOU ARE THE CHOICE.

Prashna

Rengta hua ehsaas aur
putlon ki duniya
sparsha ka ahankaar
aur ummidon ka spandan
kya yahi hai jeevan?
kya jyoti yahi hai?
ya bhram hai mujhko
main chhala gaya hoon?
tootte paaydaano par
chhalakte paimaano par
wishwaas ki aawaaz se
surkh andaaz se
adhikar ke paash mein
tumhaari talaash mein
artha ki naav mein
dhoop mein, chhaanv mein
sur se taal tak
aadi se kaal tak
pran se praan se
grahan se daan se
karm se dharm se
kalush se narm se
yahi prashna poochhta
chala ja raha hoon main..........

And then you smile

And then you smile,
i saw you in the rain,
wet and dry,
looking up in the sky,
in conversation with god,
like the five year old,
dripping from your hair,
that is nature my dear,
so wet, so pure,
down your shoulders,
they disappear,
and then you smile,
there is lightening in the sky.

and then you smile,
i saw you under the sun,
a little scorched, having fun,
you walk like a star,
the one and only one,
the rays have you kissed,
on your forehad,
on your lips,
no longer they are seething,
they are bright,
they are brimming,
far off on the trees,
there is a song,
from the leaves,
they bid you good day,
they wish you good life,
and then you smile...

Loneliness

In the loneliness of life,
i know you are my muse,
i walk aloof on the edge of darkness,
holding your hands i walk aloof

i look into your eyes,
and i know it is me,
you dont say a word,
and i can hear my name,
you smile the pain away,
and kiss my tears goodbye,
i wonder how love can change a man,
a man who thought would never cry

they say you are gone,
i have lost you by my side,
that i have disgraced the love of my life,
i shrug the pain away and smile,
i wipe my tears and wish you goodbye,
for i know i have the 'you' i loved,
it never was gone, no wonder i shrugged

i still hold you in my arms and kiss,
your pain is mine, your smile is bliss,
you frown at me and i still go nuts,
your voice, your smell were never amiss,
for it was not you who walked out on me,
for the one who did was meant to flee.

First Kiss

It was twilight and the sky was red,
So was your face for the tears you shed,
I was holding your hands in mine so tight,
Moving around, we picked up some fight,
Yours eyes were wet and you looked at me,
I still have you as the girl that night,
I touched your face, the 'one' i miss,
O God, we had our first kiss!

I closed my eyes and could smell your face,
You felt so mine in your lovely ways,
Our pounding hearts could hardly breathe,
We were beautiful together, you made me feel,
I wish i had some more of it,
I wish i had that perfect bliss...
O God, we had our first kiss!

I looked at you and i saw you smile,
So perfect so pure- the mermaid on isle,
I am still the man you held that night,
Our bodies closer and lips so tight,
You were the one, i knew it then,
I love you still, and i live by this,
O God, we had our first kiss!

Kinaare

kyon zindagi har baar aakar
poochhti hai naam mera,
ek khalbali, kuchh dhoop,
mutthi bhar de jaati hawa,
kyon manchale se khwaab,
pakadkar ungliyaan itraate hain,
kyon muskuraati hai subah,
kyon kasmasati raat hai,
hai jee bahut si zindagi,
is jeene mein kya baat hai?

bikhar jaaoon main jo aawaargi,
parwaaz de de,
main simta tha, chhalak jaaoon,
jo to alfaaz de de,
khilkhilati roshni ko choom loon,
beharm hokar,
fiza mein kahkahe bhar doon,
jo too aawaaz de de,
nadi ki dhaar mein patwaar kaun dhoondhta hai?
jo tooti saans to fir thapthapate hain ye dhaare,
mujhe ab doobne de god mein paani ke saahil,
too khadi is kinaare,
main chala us kinaare.

In aankhon mein kya rakha hai?

Moti, kaali, chadar waali,

Geeli, bahki, sagar waali,

In aankhon mein kya rakha hai?

Neend se bojhil thaki hui si,

Khuli hui par jhuki hui si,

In aankhon mein kya rakha hai?

Din mein khoi khoi si,

Chaand ke jaise soi si,

Shaam dhale to chaahat jaisi,

Subah ko roshan rahat jaisi,

In aankhon mein kya rakha hai?

Baat karein to raaz chhupaatin,

Kuchh na kahein to sab kah jaatin,

Raat ko thodi geeli si,

Gol-gol matmaili si,

In aakhon mein kya rakha hai?

Kyon sooni hain ye aankhein ab tak,

Hai kaisa ye intezaar?

Kuchh rootha sa lagta hai inmein,

Hai kaisa ye andhkaar?

Maana ki sapne toot gaye,

Apnon ke saath bhi chhot gaye,

Jo baahein pakdi thin tumne,

Wo simat gaye khud hi khud mein,

Par baahon mein kya rakha hai?

In aankhon mein kya rakha hai?

In aankhon ke kisi kone mein,

Ek dard ki gathri padi hui hai,

Koi laakh inhein samjhaye par,

Zid pe ab bhi adi hui hai,

Maana ki paanw mein chhale hain,

Par kab raah badalne waale hain,

Jab dard ki chaahat ki thi to,

Kyon aah nikal gayi aankhon se,

Par aahon mein kya rakha hai?

In aankhon mein kya rakha hai?