Wednesday, February 29, 2012


I lift my lashes
carrying the weight of a hundred dreams,
loaded with unspeakable fantasies,
adorned with flowers of desire
laced with luscious little plans
I lift my lashes, to look at you

oh! What I see in your eyes
is a look to match mine
the eyes of a loving opponent
challenging, luring, warning
dark secrets and darker promises
lurking in the shadow of your lashes
an unsaid confession
brimming in the twin seas of love

soon, our eyes get locked in an embrace
hooked in a dizzying stare
the world around us spins
flowing between our eyes
is a river of love

the eyes start talking
love talk
nude, hungry, passionate
a fire glazes our eyes
as the rest of us melts in the heat
and dissolves in the kernel of our eyes

a sinking heart
an unhinged head
a wobbly knee
and drunk eyes

…call out to you

In a land far away from our reach
beyond space and time
our eyes are seeing, and doing
wild acts of love…

Saturday, February 18, 2012

militant eyes

totally unwarranted

your earthy eyes flash before my face
I hold my heart from breaking
and my throat hurts
and a knife slices my back

Flashes merge in a film
your eyes first
pure as a stream
the color of earth
love longing and loyalty
mixed in the sphere of your eyes
my then world

then your laughter
child-like but bold
loud and ringing
often breathless
in which we’d swim through life
in perfect sync

your speech, aah those words!
of rebel and truth
jagged, serrated, hitting.
as you mercilessly
and thankfully
opened the gates of wisdom
of searching and quest
to my ignorant mind

and made me me.

As I sit today
Looking back on life
I laugh
Inadvertently, meaninglessly
The paths we choose
The roads we dismiss
The persons we become
The ideals we aspire
I laugh at them all
At myself

For I know nothing.

Friday, February 10, 2012


I do not know how I came to love it. What I know is that it is life to me.

It’s an escape. It’s a quick route to trance. It’s oxygen when I’m breathless. It’s love when I’m lonely. It’s laughter when I’m torn. Food when I’m famished. Silence in crowd. Stillness in motion. Magic in madness.
I could say a hundred things that it is, but not a single thing it is not. It is THAT close to my life. Someone said it’s a silent poetry. So damn right. And so damn incomplete.

Try dancing. I don’t know if that happens with you, but I can vouch for myself. See me dancing if you doubt my claim. So, try dancing. It can start from the tap of your thinking feet or the electric spasms in your fingers. Give it a chance, let it flow. Let it flood your veins. Feel it in your gut. Hear the music reverberate in your brain. Experience the gush of energy. Don’t stop it, don’t disturb it. You don’t even need to mould it. Stupid, bold, shy, uncouth, free, loud, slow…just anything. All you have to do, is let it be. And before you know, you will be dancing in full blood. You will feel your body sway with the melody, rock with the drums, and flirt with the strings. You will forget the last bad thing that happened with you. Sour relationships will fade away in the realm of forgiveness. Happiness will overwhelm you…and you will want to treat the world and its people in an all new way – sweet and loving. You will cherish yourself, and everything around you, more valuably than you generally do.

Life comes up brimming when you dance.

It’s not about public appreciation. It’s not about an audience. Definitely not about exercise. It’s about the spark in your eye. It’s about the ride of your senses. The jump of your spirit. The thrill in your veins.

Dance. The speech of my body.
Dance. The love of my life.
Dance. The prayer of my soul.