Category Archives: Original poems

What do you see?


Misplacing things habitually,
making faux passes in public,
and then tripping on things,
that lie right in front of me!

I fidget with new things,
store old trash,
cling on to my past and
refuse to see beyond today!

I always wondered what you saw in this piece of imperfection,
that constantly drives the boundaries of sanity to the wall
and makes every simple deed a case of psychosis!

I didn’t make all the right choices, I never have
I even flirted outright in front of u!

I tried out crazy things
demanded more from my body and mind
and bought those tired bones back home everyday!

I delved deep in the dark water of depression and
then swung out with gusto and flew with the winds of ecstasy!
Asking you to wait at every turn.

I threw tantrums, demanding undivided attention,
Swinging from one mood to the other
and letting my compulsive disorders rule the decisions I made.

I have baggage
and I carry it with me on many a great evenings,
the weight of which you bear many a times.

The madness, the energy, the absentmindedness,
Can love never be easy?

For as Rumi says:

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. 

Someone sober will worry about things going badly.

 Let the lover be.

After finding a book of poems by Piyush Mishra, I want to post more of his work on the blog.

A small snippet only this time:

Transliteration

Woh kaam bhala kya kaam hua
jis main dil roh jaye

Aur woh ishq bhala kya ishq hua
joh aasani se ho jaye.

Translation

What of that work
that would make your heart cry

And what of that love
that would happen just so easily.

 

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Unfinished Tango


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The music begins to play somewhere in the background
And the tango of our emotions takes stage……

There is no mention of the long absence
Or your sudden arrival
There has never been…..

We dive into words with a hastiness that only distance can create,
As I douse you with endless stories of those we both know.
Filling the blanks created these last few months,
With tales of new entrants who are now part of my life.

You laugh at my anecdotes, never exasperated with their triviality.
Your eyes light up listening to me recount that amazing experience,
Where you were missed deeply,
And imagined and wished if you had been there.

I beam with happiness, smiling with pride,
At your accomplishments and the distance you have traveled.
While visualizing if I had been there,
As I put a wish out there for countless more.

You confess to meeting new people,
Some who uncovered unknown biases,
Others who surprised you pleasantly with their kindness and generosity,
And made you believe in miracles again.

I watch with joy the happiness you experience
As you hum that song your little girl can’t get out of her head,
Recounting how she drives everyone crazy
With her nasal rendition all day long.

We share a meal; discover karaoke for the first time,
Grind spices to cook a meal, listen to jazz.
Hope changes hands, trust strengthens, comfort created
And love transferred.

The harmony of our emotions reaches its peak,
With every swing and twist in tandem.
But that’s all the time we have.
As the music begins to fade, we make that final move with a clink of our glasses.

This unfinished tango will continue another time
Picking up right where we left it.

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A late night rendition for a an old friend that is dedicated to friendships that allow you to pick up just where they are left off….

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I love these 2 poem by Gulzar for their simplicity just as much as for the visuals they create.

Poem by Gulzar

Main rehta is taraf hu yaar ki dewaar ke lekin,
Mera saya abhi dewaar ke us paar girta hai

Badhi kacchi si sarhad ek apne jismo-jaan ki hai

I live on this side of my friend’s wall and yet
My shadow falls on the other side

Very weak the border between body and soul

Sketch By Gulzar

Yaad hai ek din
Meri meez par bethe-bethe
Cigarette ki dibya pe tumne
Chote se ek podhe ka
Ek sketch banaaya tha

Aa kar dekho
Us podhe par phool aaya hai!

Remember one day
While sitting at my table
You sketched on a cigarette box
A tiny plant

Come and see
That plant has bloomed!

This visual has been the most lingering for me!