Lotus

 I ate at a basil with a twist. 

I am still hungry. 

I walked 3,000 steps. 

I am still at the same place. 

I lit a yellow vanilla candle. 

I am still in darkness. 

I smiled waking up with the cuddle. 

I still cried in the night. 

I could feel the warm glow of love in my heart 

I can still feel the coldness around. 

Eve, look..a beautiful Lotus. 

I know. They grow in murky waters. 

But lotus is worshipped by all. 

Eve, the one that should be worshipped is the one who has the courage to step into such water and want the lotus. 

Do you think someone will wade through the murky waters? 

No. Just pretend to be Titanic and sail through quitely. 

The Ides of March

 

Myth of a werewolf on a free magical new moon night

Piercing eyes that choke and glint bright.

A synchronicity of collision between two aimless floating ice-bergs

No one knows if they will break, survive or melt

A record breaking time of apocalypse

Hello sunshine on solar eclipse

Golden fingers dipped in his dark sad void

Silent freezing that scream out loud

Conquering Mount Everest and healing he seeks

Constantly probing the shallow frozen crevices of her virgin cheeks

Forget the ides of March as it's cursed.

Oh! how wrong are you because you are a blessing that exist.

So much resistance, so many masks 

I see you. You see me. We don't even have to ask. 

"Happy New Year, Eve"

"What is happy about this year?"

" I don't know. Seems like you have 28 breaths from now".

" And then what ..? I will be just another number on an exotic list ..."

"We don't know that .. have some faith in magic and higher intelligence."

"Grow up. There are no crazy people in this world, except you."

"Maybe you underestimate."

"Maybe you overestimate."

" I want to remember these sands of time ."

" I know. I want to say sorry to your heart. Just stay quiet under the water and you will probably go unnoticed during the ides of March..." 

"I want to give everything. I want to go with the flow."

"No. You have nothing left to give.  He doesn't want more..he doesn't need more..he won't notice the difference."

"What if he does notice it someday?"

"He already knows...so he will just choose to walk away when he is bored, tired, annoyed or when his stint is over. He is not crazy, magical or mythical...after all he was stabbed too in his own time."

"This imprint will cut you up very deep. "

"It's the Ides of March. Ofcourse we will all bleed."

42

 

Nights of wine and love for rain 

Dawn of sun and memories of pain

Music of cigarette after sex 

Breaking every norm and lex

Torn pages of poems 

From one heart to another

Longing the calligrapher's touch 

Rough and soft like feather 

It has no claws 

It has no horns 

Pure hearts that have no flaws 

Mystery of our universe in awe

Plucking fields of avacado and strawberries

Quickly catching up with life in a hurry

Staring at the screen and watching time fly

Every song in the book has come alive

Young but intuition that is ancient

Insane but wisdom that is precious

We are Lost. We are found 

A bond that rarely comes around.

It was meant to be

Serendipity it must be

It has answered the prayers 

Ironclad armour has no more layers 

So much love. So much love

A lifetime in four blinks

We have our answers and our requests 

Wherever it goes, we shall not protest

Sweet melodies, sweet nothings

Embracing in sighs is something

Strumming fingers follow the alphabet 

Gliding over the land of caliphate

The space between spaces 

Passion in every crevice

Sometimes possessive and jealous

All the time love that is zealous

O'Lord, thank you for today. 

For the birth. For your gift. 

We receive your love. We give. 

We kneel. We thank. We live. 

O'Lord, keep us for tomorrow

For the end. For the forever.

We kneel. We love. We savour. 

"I thought you were dead". 

"No, Eve. 42 Kneels brought me back to life. Thank you Lord." 

"But, what if....". 

"No, Eve. No more doubts, fears or questions. They don't matter. Thank you Lord for today." 

p.s.- The answer to my ultimate question. My life, my universe and everything in it. 

Seven Years

Rain Rain Come again.
Today you made me drink you.
After seven years. After nine lives.

Rain Rain Wash again
Today you were a quick shower
After so much mud and grime. After so much power.

The Bloody Universe has brought aqua
Of myriad colours, some dark some light.
Two fold healing that lurks inside the stony walls.
Of broken souls, of broken hearts and minds

There is no beginning and there is no end
When two hands touch one soul gets joined
A purpose, a gift, a blessing or a curse
Maybe it doesn't matter if even one thirst gets quenched.

"Eve, don't do it again."
"Eve, don't do it again."

"It's not the same this time."
"I know. But you are the same."

"Let me live. Again."
"Graze for awhile. I will let you graze slowly because I am tired too. Then sleep forever my child."

The Butterfly Effect

"You have been really busy lately"
"Yes, Eve. I was watching a love story"

"Oh! I was doing the same here. Tell me more."
"Not much to tell. It's a sad love story."

"Hmm..but most love stories are sad. Are you crying?"
"Yes. It's about a butterfly with a broken wing who never gave up. Until she found the perfect flower."

"That makes her a lucky butterfly. What went wrong?"
" It's a long story. She found the flower but she lost her will to fly."

"Hmm..so what happened to her?"
"Her wings withered away slowly as she decided to save the flower from rain. Right now, she is behind a glass frame, adorning a beautiful wall."

"I see. A butterfly that is dead and alive. My love story is different from yours."
"Sorry I forgot to ask you. Tell me about what you saw."

" It's a long story too. There is a lot of joy, chaos, pain, hurt, humour, irony, heartbreak, harshness, mistrust, passion, tears, pride, anger, conflicts, love, forgiveness, sex, battles, insecurities, sweat, sadness, contradictions, arguments, patience, resilience, guilt in  it.
"I think I know the reason. It's the Butterfly Effect of my story." 

Drops of Ache

A fluttering mind. A chiselled soul.

Where is the long lost dream?

A blue romance. A fiery kiss.

It can be touched. It can’t be held.

Another year. Another mist.

Where is this road going?

Hand in hand. The touch of soft.

Into heaven.  Through hell’s tunnel.

A cloud of sky. A step of earth.

How will you manage?

With a smile. With a tear.

With loving arms. And a stone’s heart.

Floating Year

The Good Year

Found love. Got married.  Entrepreneurship. Freedom.

The Bad Year

Found love. Buried inside. Watched decay. Of Life. Of Relationships. Of Best friendship.

Eve! Where are you?

I am right behind you!

Why have you been so quiet?

You are not listening. Only floating.