The Explicit Narrative

How it feels to be ...
To be  under the shadow of someone's skin--
blinded by the blanket of night
to run away from your eyes!!

How it feels to be touched...
touched when your skins and bones shiver...
Shiver with pleasure..
with warmth..

How it feels to be scared..
scared of the unknown..
of things you never have experienced...
yet longing to know...
to share a piece of roof--
in a beloved's comforting  arms...
and yet...
being afraid of the aftermath!

How it feels...
to know..
that this warmth was something...
you were missing all this while...

It feels...
A lot like love!!

Like chopsticks in my head

When I talk...

talk to you...

it's like chopsticks..

playing in my head...

trying to make a song..

whose lyrics I forget..

Have let you go..

yet hold on to you--

finding us...

somewhere..

is all I wish to do...

The half sleep..

half wake syndrome

that you and me suffer from

and what rests is faith...

for you in me...

 

Lost niche...

Who's who...

pretenders...

Are we?

Not letting go...

What is gone!

Not withstanding

right against wrong--

Trying hard--

for the lost niche..

That is within...

Drawing inspiration..

not from the inner will

but the hyperspace--

and so..

We lie..

Encircled..

Engrossed..

Not enlightened..

Like the dry twigs...

Waiting for spring!!

Predator

Photography by Swati Singh Sambyal

 

No religion..
Allows human
To disrespect
The sanctity of others!

It is the animal...
The ferocious one..
That resides in all of us...
Hungry for blood,
Money and space...

Because hope is white!

Photography by Swati Singh Sambyal

Not running away...
Not Chasing anything...
Just desperate for my survival
in this world of snatchers and thieves...
Painting pictures...
Jotting words down..
Because nothing else brings out more life...
This somewhere seems far...
My map has no lines...
I'll try...
Because hope is white...

Couple of the day !

Fly...
Fly not...
Believe...
Believe me not...

Love...
Love me not...
Trust...
Trust me not...
Hear me...
Hear me not...
Just stand still...
And sway my mind...
Rest...
Will just happen

Fragile...

The delicate thread

The thread...
that holds you on one end...
and me on the other!
And I see us...
Walking in separate worlds--
Having different aims--
Living different lives--
Yet I hold on to the hope--
that your existence assures!
I prefer silence,
the route
that connects me to you!

You walk there,
I here…
and yet we take the same steps--
You are alone there,
and I am here,
and yet we crib about the same emptiness---

I leave it untouched--
like we are dried leaves of the Fall...
and will wither if touched...
It's a joy to see us,
on the ground--
picked up by different people--
kept in their notebooks--
and we release the same fragrance...
the same marks on the lined pages!
and that's what we are for---
for we  give selflessly--
and when it's all taken,
it's hard to hold on to what is left--
the reason why --
when I am fragile--
I look up at the other end of the thread...
that you've held--
Seeing me
in your eyes...