DRAFTED ETERNITY

[ preview---boring class--need something to spice up, hence this piece: it dates back to 2007--n the title was suggested by my friend, kushal mehta!]

i had long wanted to feel you
touch you places forbidden
that lay hidden
from the world outside.
they so very enthrall me
that i am often found dumb
the high valleys , the deep curves
have all excited my nerves
for ages;
but now, when i stand so near
with just the skin covering you up, my dear
i am tense.
the brownness of your body
took me so unready
that i lay startled

as you invited me in
to commit the original sin
i felt divine
as i kissed you from head to toe
with the greed growing more and more
you tasted like wine!
you were tender and hard was i
nerves were taut as i made a try
to push open the curtain:

to get in there , you helped me out
with yourself wide spread out
carefully showing off the pink
it felt wet and mild
turned on , i felt wild
to the extreme
my maleness throbbed
as you robbed
me of my calm
.

you were biting on to my pride
i felt power inside
and felt brave and dared
to fill in you myself

your body shivered and you moaned
in joyful pain, when you groaned
i fell in love again
as you lay by me much quiet
after the prowl and hunt
just like a resting lionness
i thanked God for His grace
to have given me this moment-
the moment of eternal pleasure
the moment i would always treasure
.
the moment of extreme emotions
the moment of pure devotion
the moment of complete belonging to you
the moment of my life

comatosed, perennially

[preview: read so many mishaps in the paper---Irene being the latest---somehow the glum in the day made me recollect the disasters--so expressed in my own way!]


the gloom around forces me sad
robs me off the peace i had!
drains me out of fuel all,
tired fatigue slowly does crawl.
seeping in some pressure high,
breaths are gone, left are sigh.
drowning in the sea of hope:
bleakness in hand, nothing to grope.
the tunnel appears to run for long
blossom dead, pricks the prong.
winter falls, white and cold.
bright and sunny days are sold.
hurricanes and storms lash so hard
line is long, escape is barred.
metal rod hits the brain,
down now pours the bloody rain.
slowly. mildly the bell has gone
rumble merry---lost, forlorn.
lying covered in the ashes' heap:
stifled cry, and silenced weep.
my world is on its way to end.....
bad moon shone as a white crescent!
how i wish it be a nightmare
arms stretched in wild despair.
but alas! the house crashes down.
my body lies bloodstained brown.
under the debris, i rot to hell:
slowly loud, i hear the death bell!

Adulterated!

in the dark hours, i cry
i breathe hard as i lie
     naked, on the floor!
the flesh pole hitting me hard
plunging deeper, completely offguard
     with blood oozing more!
i shouted, i screamed out loud:
i even managed to pull a crowd
     to fetch me a drape ----
they gathered, watched so hushed
i bled, and yet none rushed
     lest they miss the rape!
pain grew strong and i grew weak,
i was drenched in blood vein's leak,
     turned into a mock for all:
carcass i had turned into then,
snatched, smothered, wildly bitten;
     yet tears failed to fall.

days came and passed by
it was then people came and made a try
     to help me get over:
but the nightmare haunts me still,
the grasp, the bite and the drill
     have slurred the inside, forever!

COLORS OF LIFE!

Roy lay on his bed and a white envelope on the bedside table. Sleep generally came easy but the content of the letter forced him insomniac. Roy had lost his job. All kudos went to some unscrupulous hero who screwed the financial statements of a particular company, the global economy and most importantly Roy’s life. Roy smirked at the individual’s heroic feats---boy, he surely had some talent! But the bottom line was that Roy was rendered jobless. For the first time, he failed to comprehend his feelings. Perplexed? Angry? Broken? ---- What was he?

He could lie no more. He needed to vent out, shout out his dejection. Roy required an outlet. His hands reached out for his paint brushes. Painting had been a passion for him. But passion was definitely not on the palate that moment. He was frustrated. (Oh! How he hated to use that word). With bold strokes he painted the whole canvas black. Might be, he thought his life to be so---dark, opaque, uncertain. The strokes were slapdash, haphazard. He dipped the brush in red and started blotting the blackened canvas. Spots of red paint splattered the canvas---as if his inner self was torn apart and he bled himself dry. He took his duster and smudged the red splotches. His hand quivered---he was shivering with anger. His soul bellowed in utter bewilderment---What lay ahead? What would he do?

In his mind, Roy deduced himself to be a failure. He justified by saying, “I could not even hold on to my job!” He felt envious of that entire bunch of lucky butts that glued to their seats in the air-conditioned office room.  The painting, by then, had lines of green on it. His office desk was stationed at the far end of the room, near the window overlooking the entire city. The concrete jungle looked pleasant from the 19^th floor of his office building. The realization that his seat would be occupied by some anonymous trainee, with a badge dangling round his neck, was unbearable. Roy had spent 4 long years in that office. He put his brush in color bottles randomly and started squirting on the canvas, just like hurling insults into thin air. Color marks—yellow, orange, purple, white slurred the picture. He found himself sobbing. He buried his face in his hands and wept. The canvas was all littered.

Roy did not know when he had dozed off. When he woke up, he found sunlight filtering into his room. Dragging himself to the window, he pulled open the curtains. The morn seemed indifferent to the previous night’s torment. It was on its own roll. Roy turned around and what caught his eyes was unbelievable. The canvas stood where it had been but where was the picture he drew? Where were the black smudges, the callous brush lines, and the color blots? What lay was stoically different. The ruffled tint and the hasty brush pats had resulted in a rainbow---unknowingly bright, bold and beautiful. Amazed, awestruck Roy stood static. He caught his reflection in the mirror that hung in front. The image had a black line running wide down the cheeks, but what reflected wider was a smile---so full, so true. What he had thought to be bleak, the end was actually a new hope, a fresh start. Roy continued smiling as the first rays from the golden ball beamed on the canvas, brighter!

June 05, 2011

[preview: met two of my frends from school! "courage to know" used here is our school's emblem]

A gap of years six
           A meet after so long;
With rucksack of memories
          I felt, here I belong!
The eyes so round and big
          The smile so nice and shy---
The hair that got tied up then,
          Has been let flown by.
Connection was paused for a while
          It just skipped a beat.
Reconnection was the needed most
          Meeting her was thus a treat!

The 'civil'ised genius has been with me
          for years eight or so;
A tear had rolled when he went away
          Quite a few months ago.
A sense, a bond of trust is there
          Between the genius and me:
The innocence that he exudes often
          Makes me believe in we!

The tie has stayed, free from rust
Even when the tides were low,
Right till date since the flight we had
Soaring with Courage to Know!
Schooldays have whizzed to the past----
Leaving footprints forlorn:
Remainders so left drench in smiles
The love still lingers on!!!!

REVIVAL

[preview: what could have ended with a fight, is going strong today! what could have been a farewell is faring well today, in togetherness! "the one who is unique" and "the one who befriends" said bye to what could have been a goodbye from each other........]

 The end lit orange, the air turned grey;
The bond hung loose, embrace left astray;
The feel crashed hard, broken uncountable;
The trust went dead, identity unviable;
The air grew stiff, the head spun round;
The rain unwanted, burning unbound;
The warmth grew cold, the touch anesthetized;
The words grew numb, the love seemed demised.

But the sun shines soon, the gold pours in;
What has seemed the end is the new beginning;
Smiles sing bright, bloom follows the prong;
The hold is stronger, the walk promises long;
The white moon rise, ebbing off the gore;
Silent yet intense, love revives galore!

met, by chance

[preview: went to iit bombay! met a person there! hw a mere meet resulted into a friendship is wat has been penned down. the luggage mentioned here is to do with some 'apple bottoms' we saw in that campus. lol!]

As I waited for the food to come

With hunger hard to endure:

The figure strolled downhill tall

Blued in the dusky azure.

Hesitant and curious was the primary greet

As hands shook a bit shy,

Lunch was finally gobbled as one

Conversation trailed by-----

The smile, the smoke and the walk et al

Colored the conversation comfy.

With an eye and a drool on the luggage at bay

Prolonged went our repartee.

Attributes were filthy in a healthy way

Reinforcing the bond that grew

Carefree yet strong the friendship went

Even before our minds could brew!

Next night as the dark pulled us far

We sit some miles spaced out;

He felt the meet had been impressive

“Indeed”, I shout aloud!

SHELTER!

you flew into me, when i had lost the hope

with nothingness to gape, and darkness to grope---

when identity lay writhing, ripped and torn;

i found a bond with you was born!

unknowing, the affable you mutated in me,

ushering life---fresh, light, warm, carefree.

you belonged to me strongly by the hour

filling sense to the scorch,the pain and the shower.

but the stars fell dead and the bad moon rose;

the time stood still and life just froze!

you left when i was hoping to be,

with nothingness fading and i discovering me.

but void was recovered,and glum thus stayed.

i lay parched in blame,as i lost my shade!