eclipsed

I was walking with my friends
talking love, life and death
She called me over phone
i heard her catching her breath

look, look at the moon
the moon's color is red
the eclipse will start soon
and thats what she said

I asked my friends
to get lost somewhere
with the phone in hand
her presence was so near

Walking in the beach
looking at the moon
talking heart to heart
the moment was a boon

wine?

Call it her phantom, visage or dream
that escapes the confines of my mind
running amok in the real world
braking everything that she could find
guitar, piano, table, chair, plates
she even brings smiles to the grind
Is it my late night wine to be blamed
or is something wrong with my mind?

On the other side of the mirror

I look at her through  a mirror
I see a whole new world
I bring her roses every day
to put in the image of her hair
i bring the light of the stars and the moon
to bathe her image in love and purity.
She stands on the other side of the mirror
She sees nothing but the dark shadow
of an immovable object

To the girl in green

Eating alone on an empty table

cabbage, rice and chicken pieces

my prancing eyes running races

catches a glimpse of the girl in green

from a million dissolving faces.

How hope is born

You tied my hands and my legs
my mouth and my eyes and
threw me into water
The only thing I can do
now is think of you

what is love

What is love but a full-stop
at the beginning of a sentence
and few words scattered
loosely here and there.

Love is not a fiction.
No madam. Nor its the specter
sitting lightly on my bed
disturbing my sleep every night.

she is right perhaps

Because I cannot do
except wander
in the hopeless terrain
of unrequited love

I walk alone
trying to see a rainbow
through droplets
of unsmiling tears

she is right perhaps
that i am mad in my head
delusional too
i see hope, where none exists

earth is spherical

She said move on,
so i moved to the corner of the earth
only to realise
the earth is spherical o_O

If I could write a poem - too much

If I could write a poem
I would talk about her smile
that helps poor people across the world
sleep in the night
believing that there is god

May be I would talk about her thin hands
that midas would have been proud of
every metal that it touches turns gold,
every food it touches becomes nector
every soul it touches, is liberated

Or I could talk about her eyes