...and then it rained

The drizzle had settled in,
It had been a long day,
A hot cuppa and a cozy bed,
Beckoned me to call it a day…

I turned the key to my humble abode,
Warm arms and warmer soup awaiting me –
Or so I thought.
I was greeted by darkness,
And waiting for my eyes
To try and get a hint;
A waft of rose swept my fancy…

By and by, there were candles alight,
At every corner, at every place,
Amid it all, stood a shadow in silk,
“A dreary eye sees little”, they say,
I could very well say they were never more amiss…

And oh what a sight!
That could raise men from graves,
And turn stones to elixir.
I stood there wondering –
What had I done to deserve this sight…

She took me in her arms,
She’d been waiting for long,
And hugged me like it was the end of the world,
All my tire, melted in a jiffy!
With her scented bodice sending me in a frizzy!
Silken veils of the darkest red,
Tassels and braids the blackest of black,
Did little to cover her lavish ampleness…

She craved for me, and yes, I for her,
Is a working week really so long a time?
Kissing and caressing to devour one another,
I didn’t know when my head hit the bed,
And then in a hurry that couldn’t be suppressed,
All of our shames removed with our wears!

Lips on lips, hands clasped in chains,
Drinking the nectar of that celestial potion,
When the fire of youth meets the rage of lust!
And beginning my descent, a gentle peck on her crown
For the innocent mind that resides within.
Two tender ones for her angel eyes,
Which say volumes with just a glance.
A gulp of her fullest lips again,
Her soothing words, always the best retreats.
A caress for her subtle neck,
It has been many a bearer of grieves and pains.
And time now for something for myself,
As I bask in the beauty of her bounteous bosom,
Taking them by their fullness, and giving myself a gourmet,
I trace her contours with a yearning mouth…

She cannot bear the pleasure no more,
Made apparent by ascending moans, and
By the end of it she was lost in bliss,
Never wanting to ever return...
Now, it was her turn to explore my hides,
And I couldn’t wait to embark
The divine ride to paradise!

Here now, I have no notion of a zest!
She managed to conjure pleasure
I couldn’t fathom was even likely.
She made me reach highs, from
Where I lost my way to reality!
And when this torrent of ecstasy drew a final line,
It took me some time; I was scuffling to vitality…

Having reached our crescendos with such vigor,
It was time now to...

Of Love…And Such

You are here by my side,

All the world is now a paradise,

And paradise like it always was.

The breeze, calm; the sky, bluer;

The grass, greener and the birds, merrier…

Has it always been such a sight! I wonder,

Was it always so gorgeous! I ponder…

I cannot think of an abode mieux,

Is it in your arms, or among this bliss!

I reckon this wasn’t so toujour!

I reason something evidently changed,

That the soul soars to great summits now,

It leaps and bounds with ecstasy –

Through meadows of realm and fantasy!

I cannot think of an abode mieux,

Is it in your arms, or among this bliss!

Exploring all without, I now turn within,

Look at that one apparition,

Who conjured up this vision!

I know her from memory,

Yet, she appears so unlike.

Those dark brown eyes,

Realize my entirety,

Those high held cheeks,

Complete my panorama,

Those subtle full lips,

Fulfill my language,

And that flowing black hair,

Adds grandeur to my demeanor!

What a haven have I found here,

This rendez-vous with an angel,

I cannot think of an abode mieux,

It is in your arms, and not among this bliss…

Mieux – better,

Rendez-vous – special meet,

Toujour – always.

My Muse – You’re Back, Or Are You…

It’s been so long since I first met you,

It’s been so long since the last!

There cannot be an excuse,

Nor any recompense at all;

All that’s left is regret - deep deep regret,

And regret shall it always remain…

 I was too naïve, and willfully let you go,

I was too selfish, and left you astray,

I was so high horsed, to leave you mid-way!

Then the agony began, and continues to burn…

After such a long time, after bearing so much,

You’re still there - a tiny little speck,

In my all-burnt heart - a tiny little amber,

Glowing in spite of you,

Among the ashes of stomped hope…

You’re still there,

Giving my cold heart

Some warmth among the ruins,

Yet a speckle of love, and a hope to live…

Tried a million times to snatch you off

This filth of a heart that I called mine,

And tried to make peace with nothing that I had,

Left all and sundry what never could be mine.

You managed to cling on and stay fixed as you were,

Giving warmth when needed,

Yet burning me alive…

I’m all but charred now,

None is left of me,

I’ll keep it simple now –

Please come back to me

If I am, yet a bleeding heart,

And if there’s nothing worth,

Torch the rest of me…

OMG!!! What a relief penning it down...

The Mind – An Ultimate Hustler

Emotions – It plays tricks on you,

Lets you think you are controlling It,

While all the while, It controls you.

You feel despair; you want things to better,

And while you’re busy at it, It makes matters worse,

For you cannot do good with filth on your mind,

You believe all the mess around, is others to blame,

While It lets you, do all the wrongs yourself.

You feel betrayed; you want your reprisal,

And while you devise your own rot,

It regales in your effort to con yourself!

For instead of trying to fathom the ‘WHY did he…?!’

You mull over the ‘HOW can I…!?’

You feel jealous; you want to see the other fall,

So while you plot to devour this other,

This demon-of-an-emotion butts right in,

And becomes the reason for all your doom.

For when you start to see others’ feats,

You fail to honor your own triumph.

You agonize; you want your devise to bear fruit,

And when they don’t, you bother,

You get all vexed and upset,

And then, resort to self-doubt and gloom,

For your troubled mind now can’t think straight,

And a troubled mind is best left alone.

Its strange how a thing so meek itself,

Has the power to bring down every mortal,

And yet knowing all these flaws in oneself,

One fails to subdue It in times of trial.

At the end, all there’s left to be said is,

‘You are a master of your actions and a slave of your thoughts,

You are the master of your brain but a slave of your heart…’

Afghani Blues

Those calm eyes, those thick brows,

That tanned skin and black hair,

With yellowing teeth and chipped nails,

Living petty lives in their petty kolbas

And seeing the slight world from their burkahs,

Carrying the weight of domination through centuries,

Yet meeting their stingy partner with unmoved resilience,

Bearing all the oppression with but not a modest grudge,

Such, are the beloved mothers of Afghanistan.

She serves her man with luscious food and spotless homes,

But does not complain when he batters her in vain,

She does not grudge his tantrums on direst issues,

And cleans up after him when he is done regaling friends,

She tries her best to quench his carnal needs,

But cannot say a word when he brings home another,

Such, are the beloved wives of Afghanistan.

Blessed are girls, who are slain at infancy,

They shall no longer have to face their ridiculed fate,

Of being deprived of the vast oceans of wisdom,

For they are curbed to learning dry household chores,

And handed broomsticks and needles before books and dolls…

Yet again, be sent off at adolescence,

Being expected to carry the liabilities of a woman,

With a stranger to a strange home in a strange land,

Such, are the beloved daughters of Afghanistan.

Yet composed, yet enduring, yet serene,

Their quiet smile is still a haven,

They look you in the eyes with no remorse,

They care for you like their own child,

They teach you the values of life,

Of the power of silence and control of the mind,

And having lived that scarce life for all its worth,

She passes on to far-flung reticence,

Such, are the women of Afghanistan.

These, and many such, are but small bits of Afghani Blues.

P.S. : Inspired by the novel ‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’ by Khaled Hoseini.

The Circle of Adolescence

A few fixes where needed to get me fixed up, and thus has this piece been fixed…

This has been a full circle,

And now I stand just where I had been,

When without grasp and innocent to the core,

Now my archives are full with memoirs

That shall go with me to my grave.

This journey has been long,

And the pains and pleasures I’ve got along,

Has made a man out of the boy that I still was.

I am where I had been,

But the same place looks in me

With an aged eye and a wise heart.

Oh! This heart has borne to the brim,

And now, shall never falter,

Will never demean itself like it used to,

And bear in ridicule the mockery of age,

Will not bow to the filth undue its way,

And never crumble under the trample

Of the poisoned boon that is love.

Neither shall it succumb to unworldly delights,

Nor shall it lament the wrongs it was played against.

This here heart is seasoned now,

Is robust with begot vigor, but

Withered in all emotion.

This here heart is a castle now,

Where the greatest kingdoms of all shall reside,

With all to revel in and none to trade in,

This mannered spirit shall raze down to dust,

Any prowler who but glances this way.

I am just there, where I had been,

But the world seems so unlike,

I was just a teen then I believe,

What a journey this feeble soul has lasted!

That too naively so, only to learn,

And learnt is what it has done best…

My Vault, My Other

Brewing for a real long time this one…

‘You don’t miss, what you don’t have,’ they said,

Then why is your absence such a prominent presence?

And why does this heart ache for you so?

You may have been a brother, a sister even so,

A sibling for life is what I really desire,

It would have been such bliss now when I ponder,

Whoever you were, I wish you were here…

We would have shared volumes of episodes together,

Those are just locked up in my Vault now.

A hand to show me the right course,

A gesture that would make life a morsel easier,

A keen ear for my deepest emotions

And a shoulder when It would flood my heart.

Would have you to look up to when all went down,

But these too are just wishes in that Vault of Oblivion now…

You and I would have set the world in awe,

Would have never needed anyone else to be,

Now I’m scurrying alone with my lost self,

And have bruised every corner of it myself.

Have been wandering with my heart up front,

And handing it off to every stranger, in the hope for shelter.

All I got was betrayal and treachery,

I would’ve saved myself off all this misery,

If only you had been here with me…

You may feel that I’m blaming you for this dejection,

It is not that I haven’t tried otherwise,

It is that I have failed once too many.

And when I find not a name else,

My heart wants you to cover all the smother.

So I come back to you, my Nameless Other,

Trying my little best to air my despair.

And now that I think of it,

You and my Vault are but one and the same!

For what you should have been, you could not,

And what I want of you, you are not.

The least I could do to save you from Oblivion

Is to incarnate you as my blissful brother.

So let’s make peace with what little we have now,

And live happily, forever and ever…

  

P.S.: Understand the sarcasm towards the end.