On Strange Tides

At times I think beyond real estate and there is a life that is never linear....it gives you some and takes some, but then thats life -

On strange tides

A fleeting glance of you and I surmise,
Many unfound thoughts grip me, despite,

Some harsh words and turbulent times,
You walk in through me and I can't deny,

A passage on which we set sail onto stranger tides,
How must we pacify, the intensity that pulls us inside,

We rise above a distant horizon, putting fears aside,
Ignoring these swirling waters waiting by our sides,

Safety is restored as we touch the shores one more time,
One look at you and it weakens me down in my spine,

The necessity of being there is again tying us up,
Destination is in oblivion, I may be rushing to the top,

And then it snapped again,
Losing all momentum that we regained,

The unpleasant noise and clutter we did leave behind,
Misunderstanding and misplaced egos stare at me to remind,

The question, who pulled whom was losing itself to banality,
You still remained around, sans promises of eternity.

Those stranger tides, the challenges I needed to abide
Or give up!

So What?

To love is harmony, to love can also be a disease. Whatever it might be, it does gives its highs and lows....Part 3 of the "Those Concealed Lips", the rise and the fall...the 3 part series says it all

So What?

If there were a crystal ball,
I would have gazed through to this fall,
That a pertinent question was to rise above all,
The clarion of "So What" will resonate within these walls,

A species that was born to care,
Often finds it tough to avoid despair,
A mirage of love that it seeks solace in,
Abandons us humans, when it starts to sink in,

In this melee of love and despair,
"So What" doesn't help repair,
That's unanswered and threatens,
A purpose that struggles to meet the end.

The Embrace

Building up on mood of a jittery lover (part 2 to Those concealed lips) ...

The Embrace

You would still speak through those concealed lips,
A soft touch coupled with a tight embrace, which liberates,

An unheard desire an unparalleled passion,
I couldn't help but to reason, that unexpected concussion,

Aren't you surprised who served this magic potion,
That's an elixir to those in commotion,

Or is this an excuse to grab the opportunity,
To simply express what was unspoken and would be so, till eternity.

These concealed lips

How I wish I could converse,
The words I say will prompt an action in reverse,
Minutes will become hours and hours will soon be days,
Being intimate with one I admire, might just be the way,

I can keep lying down and hear you out,
Between your crazy antics I search for an optimal route,
I may feel low or caught dazed at times,
But these concealed lips aren't helping me a dime....

An enigma that is you

An enigma that is you,
Unbelievable, incredible, so untrue,

I opt to bear the consequences,
Of these thrills, marinated with different spices,

Such delectable blends that intoxicate,
Only when you reciprocate,

A one way street is an easy choice,
Why be bereft of fun, at times all you need is some noise,

Waiting for those playful moments in which spirits thrive,
Hibernating may be I, but my combative soul still strives.

Conversation by the mid night

Mumbai Delhi flights always provoke me to write - here is the latest...

Conversations by the mid-night

This indeed is my best try,
Still you fail to read my eyes,

A long note accompanying emotional outbursts,
Neither suit, nor will thrust,

Your vigor and charm, which fuels my admiration,
When even your company is a consolation,

Measured that I am, will never rush,
Won't be surprising, the unspoken I will crush,

Unpleasant and woeful have been the past rides,
First cultivating then destroying, slows me down in my stride,

There is enough and much to talk,
Which I rule out in lieu of a quiet walk,

Under the moonlit sky I prefer its pleasant calm,
A whirlwind that love is, is nothing but a raging storm,

Tell me then, why won't I give it a pass,
Risen are the probabilities of another loss,

The only way I believe is more profound,
Sit tight, safely tied to this merry go round,

Which isn't wanting to halt,
Must be saving us an impending revolt....

Though....Unseen....unexplored.....

When I look back

I want to walk a million miles
From here to destinations
Only thought but never felt
It demands a spirit that won't melt

When I look back
There will be you, I hope
Several are my unfinished desires
To have long conversations with one, I admire

We will pass through dense wilds
At times travel vast country-sides
By roads in works and ones lain
Assurance is all I seek, when I look back, you won't complain...