Dear Comrade

With the stroke of

Of your tongue,

The words you weave.

The intoxication,

Your eyes spew..

Curl of your lip,

That slays hearts

And subjugates

Minds.

Communists,

Atheists, priests.

Philosophers and

And other fanatics.

How many 

Revolutions,

You must have 

Killed. 

With just a curve

Of your smile.

Are you,

By any chance.

The incumbent

Government? 

If I'd never met you

If I'd never met you,

The food would have

Tasted the same.

The rains would have

Poured the same.

My desires wouldn't

Have taken a leap and

I'd have remained unsung,

Even in my dreams.

..

If I'd never met you,

The winds would have

Blown the same.

The sun would have

Still come up in the west.

My mind would have

Brooded on the idea of

A perfect past.

There would have been

A cacti infestation,

I'd have grown a fondness to.

..

If I'd never met you,

My heart would have

Pumped the same.

My blood would have

Rushed the same.

My room would still

Be dark. Walls be blank.

I'd have romanticized

Pain to write sad stories.

Where I'd have died

Again and again.

..

If I'd never met you.

My words wouldn't

Have flown.

Verses wouldn't have

Rhymed.

With a block in in the

Mind intact.

My throat still would

Have been a graveyard of

The songs I never sang.

..

Conditions Apply

What if our 

Thoughts collide.

Our footprints align

While we walk.

When filled with 

Desire, what if 

Our heartbeats

Synchronize. 

Overcoming all

Our imperfections.

What if our fingers

Perfectly intertwine.

What if my verses

Rhyme to

The tone of your 

Sweet voice.

Will you love me

Then? Or

You'll wait till..

Your mother agrees,

Father approves.

And the family dog

Sniffs out suspicion

For everyone in home?

In your town

The longing

That fleets in
These words.

The loneliness
That hangs in
My thoughts.

The insecurity
I often talk
About and

The sadness
I always
Reflect has

Shades of
Missing you.

A feeling of
Being lost..
Always clung
To the past..

Perception of
Reality is lost,
My reflection in
The mirror
Has started
Wearing masks.

I have been

Waiting on the

Park bench

For years now.

Can you come

And meet me
This time?

The seed of
The apple I ate
Yesterday, 

Is a tree now.

I wish

I wish I could

Hold you now.

I wish I could

Smell you.

I wish I could

Let these fingers,

Savor the fire of

Your skin.

I wish I could

Tickle your cheeks,

Kiss your forehead

And Surrender

My sanity to 

Your entirety. 

I wish I could

Recline on our

Comfortable silence,

As your slimy hair

Slip through my 

Fingers.

I wish I could have

A peck on my neck

As you grab me to

Embrace me in 

Your arms.

I wish you wouldn't

Have gone.

I wish I could have

Stopped you.

Bidding adieu was

Your choice.

But letting you go

Was my mistake. 

Goodbye

As the calendar on

The wall turns to 

December.

You decide to bid me

A goodbye.

I wait scratching

My old scars..

To remind myself..

Of my fresh thirst. 

That only you could

Have thawed.

The fresh etch of

Yearning that only

You were worthy of.

And how through

The groove carved

By the fate itself,

You came in like

The wish granted

By a shooting star.

My soul can go

Adrift now as 

You'll soon be gone.

Might need something

To hold on.

Give me a moment

I can tag it with.

Maybe a kiss to

Leave a mark.

Or you would like to

Stab again?

A scar has a bit more

Shelf-life.

Reveries

To have glistened

Daily in your

Elegant shades.

Like a canvas,

I wish I were

The evening sky.

Woven in the blues

Dim, dusky and

Yet, pleasant.

..

To have embraced

You in my arms,

Like a lover lost in

Fondest reveries.

I wish I were

Close to you. 

To be curled up, 

Entangled.

Intimately messy.

..

To have experienced

A life with you.

I wish we were together.

If not here, somewhere.

If not in this timeline,

In another.

Wrapped in each other.

We could have 

Warped realities.

Stopped time. 

..

Desire

You're eyes are 

Oceans.

Cheeks, fleeting

Feathery clouds.

Nose a distant mountain. 

Lips, abode of

Flooding desires.

Arms are such

A comfort.

A refuge in 

Your bosom is a 

Craving hard to pass.

Your back is point

Where my longing,

Turns restless.

Your navel is 

The reason I fight

My demons.

Trails on your skin

Take me places..

Such a feast for

My hands.

The stardust is

Less appealing.

And the sky

Is a bore tonight.

The revelations

Realized in the

Wrap of your thighs.

Have made my

World insignificant

And the cosmos

Smaller tonight. 

Love can Happen Twice

She'll pass by you

As the wind blows.

And the ache in your 

Heart will be 

Just enough to

Infect you with

Her smile again.

Ground would slip 

From your 

Resolute mind to 

Make you afloat.

A song from around

The time will be

Hooked to all your

Desires.

New perspectives

Will be painted.

With different horizons,

At her behest,

You'll be a fool with

Feelings again.

Love happens twice.

Yes! It can happen

Several times.

It's just a fresh wound 

On an old scar.

Old roots giving way

To a new plant.

Love is a perpetual

Itch of the heart,

That always wants 

To be scratched.

A Personified Fantasy

She has the cheeks of 

My niece. The nose of 

An evening breeze.

Eyes of a Storm and

Lips of someone 

I knew in the past.

The radiance of the girl 

I had a crush in class five.

A lingering smile of 

A lady who passed by.

She's the dew drops, 

And the starry nights.

The warmth of the summer

As the winter grows tight.

Decades of longing 

Hidden in Bollywood songs.

A slow-burn-mystery

Of Alfred Hitchcock's. 

A euphoria. 

A melodrama.

She's an array of 

Fleeting thoughts.

An idea beyond 

Mortal demands..

A perpetual reverie.

An enigmatic melody.

Beyond words, 

Beyond definitions.

Of everything I say and

Everything I don't.

Sometimes mighty. 

Sometimes mellow..

She is simply a SHE.

A personified fantasy.

Tourist

As we danced to 

A slow song,

My hands creeped

Over the chimes of

Your navel.

The sky lit up

While you breathe

Passionately over

My neck.

The evening was of

Possibilities. 

I got a little drunk.

You did a lot and

Passed out.

I sat watching you 

All night.

Morning did break

With high hopes.

But you were gone,

Without any sign.

I wrote a 

Little something to

Lock you in a metaphor,

And preserve you in

My diary.

Of the promising eyes

And enchanted smile.

Hope you're not

Another tourist..

Who hitchhikes with

Thoughts,

Trashes hearts,

To be forever gone. 

I've Found You

When I looked 

In the mirror

And looked in 

My own eyes.

Not far down 

From the best of 

Life's realizations.

Not far away from 

The best of my 

Experiences.

I've found you. 

..

At the stroke 

Of midnight.

When the roof

Of my room threw

My past on my face.

I held a faded pic

Between my guilt

And prayers. 

In the clutches of

My humiliations..

I've found you.

..

Down in a 

Dungeon when 

I was lost.

Demons pranced

Over my chest 

And I had to hold

On to something.

Often as a final 

Ray of hope.

I've found you.

..

From the ticks of

The wall clock to

Folds of my bed.

The late night

Rumbling in my 

Head to the 

Post nut clarity..

You're not really

Gone.

..

Like the rustle

Of dry leaves,

And the feable 

Ramble of my pen.

The steady kisses

Of the wind and

The ubiquitous

Strokes of emptiness..

I thought that love

Would last for ever..

But even in that 

Disappointment..

I've found you.

..

New Home

Without any;

Twist and turn.

Devoid of any;

Warmth or cold.

My days rolled by 

Aimlessly.

Like a refugee 

From the past.

To seek an asylum 

In the future.

I was in a 

Perpetual exile.

While time dictated

My expatriation.

I had nowhere to 

Belong. 

Then you came

Along...

Hands clasped.

Fingers intertwined.

Head on shoulder.

You've warped time

To hold me 

In this moment.

And right now,

I'm not a refugee.

My exile has ended.

I've found a home..

In you.

Go ahead and Smile

Her razor sharp

Eyes feast on 

Mellow evenings.

Her soft hands lull

Early mornings

To sleep. 

The deep desires

Of an ocean, 

Stand shaken by her 

Naughty lips.

The light beyond

The stars, bows down 

To the elegance of

Her cheeks.

Even Lord Indra 

Is impressed by 

The rhyming stance

Of her gait.

What else is 

Required to kill

A boy like me?

Go on darling..

Go ahead and

Smile.

(Translation of previous poem)

She Rains

Moon was made

A canvas to

Paint a dream.

Sun was tamed

To find my way

To heaven.

Stars were just

Another excuse,

The reason is same.

My desires always

Take off from

Depth of the oceans..

Destination is her.

Some fantasies

Crash land on 

Barren swamps..

Points of my despair. 

They eventually

Become poems.

It has rained here

Anyway.

She must have

Opened her window

And kissed the winds

Of Punjab. 

Monsoons are her

Grace in my place. 

You know you're in love

You know you're in love.

When the smile on your lips

Starts transcending down

In your eyes then to the nights.

When rainbow changes colors,

You know you're in love,

When questions in your mind

Seek answers in heart.

When the luminance of her face

Wards off the darkness of your life,

You know you're in love,

Seeing the moons even in noons.

Everything is walk on water, sail through wind.

When the world is defined in music 

And you're a poem in making..

You know for sure that you're in love.

P.S- viator style 

Aid of a Kiss

She looks at me

With lots of

Questions.

I look back with

Ton of puzzles.

Like fire and ice.

Red against blue.

Each gaze,

Reinforces a

Raging embargo.

Till it becomes,

Overwhelmingly

Entangled.

Compulsively

Driven by desire.

The rage of eyes

Is doused by

The aid of lips,

We kiss.

We kiss and

All the questions

Are answered.

Mysteries are

Untangled.

There we stood

Tall. Fully high..

With happy sighs.

Like mountains

That just conquered

The heights.

Until, she looked 

Back again.

By then,

The world had

Turned smaller.

We had jumped

Off to space to

Peg a tent.

Wouldn't I Be Wanna

When it's cloudy,

Wind, steady..

Drizzles a bit to the

Background of a 

Long lost song..

Why wouldn't I

Be wanna slashed

By your smile. 

Why wouldn't I be

Wanna caged in

Your arms. 

Like a cut lose desire,

Why wouldn't I be

Wanna, at the behest

Of your enchanting

Eyes.

Mercy of a Woman

Time passes 

Slowly

In the clutch 

Of her arms.

Hopes take

A steady birth,

In the sweetness 

Of her talk.

Gravity is nill 

By the side

Of her neck.

Body is afloat 

By the aid of

A peck. 

Vaccum in here,

Her hand is 

On my chest.

By the shine in 

Her eyes...

My darkness is

Done away with.

Light years is

How she measures

Her longing.

Supernova attack

For her rage is 

Befitting. 

She's a 

Multiverse of

Feels and storms.

Reels and norms. 

Of passion and

Luring forms.

She's Galactus...

While stars play her

Pleasing charms.

I'm just lucky 

To sit side by..

At the mercy of 

A woman,

How wouldn't,

The wine taste fine? 

Lois Lane

She's a story

Broken out 

Of an empty

Page.

Loneliness,

Freshly out 

Of a 

Windowpane.

..

A dance down

My memory

Lane.

First sign

Of summer

Rain.

..

Between the

White lies

And charred

Truths...

A perspective

She can paint, 

Drives me 

Insane.

..

For the person

I've been.

She has

Little to gain.

I'm no

Clark Kent.

But she's my

Lois Lane. 

..