Hampi

As I walked on the land 

Containing ruins of culture and history 

The morning rays started 

Reflecting the enshrined spiritual beauty

The silent solitude of unscathed monuments 

Testament to the grandeur of glorious empires

Tracing along the whimsical Tungabhadra river

Stone chariot, dancing figures and the musical pillars

Scattered granite boulders, rocks and stones

Alive in mythological story, I never felt alone

A ride in coracle boat

Soothing and exciting at the same time

Watching the sunset over the mountain

Slowly I sublimed

Astonished by the architectural majesty 

Inspired my thoughts, as I write this poetry

Longing for love

The tiny splats of morning rain

Weaving a gauze of fine mist

Reminds me of your sweet lips

Waiting so long to be kissed

Droplets tumble down in gentled sighs

Slowly settles with its glints and glows

Reflecting the depth of your beautiful eyes

Hiding the emotions like a simple prose

Hazy memories hovering like the dark clouds

And dimly dawn still prolonging the light

So, I close my eyes again and dream

To feel you close and hold you tight

Photographs

Photographs are the return tickets
To the moments otherwise gone
To feel the warmth of your lover
While looking at them, all alone

Even the imperfect clicks
Takes you to the perfect moments
Just like the magic tricks
Forever they capture the romance

With every flick a new emotion
Tingles in the depth of our heart
For others, tiny details might not matter
But for you thoses are the most beautiful part

Just move on

All you ever see is my disdainful behavior
And now I don't know what else to say
I don't know why you can't grasp
That we no longer deal it the same way.

Every time we talked about us
We end up with more hate and swear
You don't seem to understand
The different scars, we both wear

Thousands of time I told you that you are worth more
With a hope someday you'll believe it
Be happy about the time spent together
And proud with this decision, like the way I see it

You don't have to hold on to what's long gone
Leave your past back, live your life and just move on

The monk

Distinguish looks with his entwined long braid
And sandalwood paste on the broad forehead
His eyes looks tired and sleepy
Yet his mind is calm
No desires, no affairs, no distraction
Just breathing and chanting his psalm

No bewildering thoughts about the relationships
No debt to pay and no rules to follow about how to live
The lone wanderer sailing without a direction
Can take decisions without a fear of rejection

Gave up the luxuries of life
Only a single cloth to wrap his body
Now the whole world is his home
And he has found himself in an unsung melody

City of pearls, Briyani and Nizams

After exploring almost every monument more than once (and some of them, more than, I can keep the count) for last one and half year in Delhi, a city where ancient and modern blend seamlessly together, now it’s time to move to a new city for next three months for my mandatory training of Central Secretariat service. Like always did lots of research over the internet about Hyderabad (the city of pearls and Nizams), already hooked by the legacy of magnificent palaces, mosques and tombs on the one side of the city to the other pole- Hi-Tech City“Cyberbad” with malls, multiplexes, clubs, pubs and restaurants.

Earlier in my life, I had lived in Jaipur, Kolkata and Delhi, each of them has its own pros and cons.

I love Jaipur, mostly because it's the least crowded and clean city(after Chandigarh). A city, I can relate to the perfect virgin bride that typical Indian family search for with all the good qualities.

But the Kolkata to me is more or like the one night stand always compelling to stay a little more.

And the Delhi, well it's the capital of my life, I have been to other places but every time I come here, it's like a homecoming for me. I know it's the most polluted and crowded one of all, but this city is more than just an experience. Delhi is like the affair for the lifetime.

Not much, I had heard about Hyderabad other than its famous biryanis     (I hope, the first biryani I eat there, live up to its name). So for next 3 months, I'll be strolling in the streets, parks and the monuments, where, once upon a time Qutb shah and Nizams walked and I love places with undeniably admirable beauty and bewildered iconic past.

Hyderabad now the capital of newly built state Telangana but the vehicle license plates still referred to AP(Andhra Pradesh ) so not much changed there . For me almost everything was about to change for next 3 months, the food, the weather, the culture.

But, what I am going to miss the most is talking to her while looking into her eyes and watch her smiling face and holding hands and long walks.

Soulful voice

Passion of love

We lay in a blanket under the moon and stars

the white-silvery light reflecting off your skin

Highlighting some areas and ghosting some

As I explore you like a place I have never been

My fingers skating along your smooth curves

and the excitement of joy I can feel in your nerves

Light kisses trailing along the chromatic line

this pleasure is like a hidden treasure, hard to find

Whispering the poetic rhythms in you ear

You know my every next movement like a seer

Now our entangled delight reaching their top

you want me more and more and not to stop

Slowly the irresistible passion of love pouring out

and our exuberant souls flouting like feathery clouds

Just to tell you

Words are not enough

To show my love

But most of the time

It's only words with what I am left with

Just the thoughts of telling you my feelings makes the heart melt

I try to string the words to show what I had always felt

"All this time

about you about us"

Like, how many times I have tried to mend

To say something meaningful & be a good friend

But the time passed and gap widened

We hardly spoke and now I am frightened

Frightened that I might not say right words in right order

As this gap of silence is becoming deeper and wider

Now not saying anything is easy

& the seldom smiles we share are the only treat 

Be happy and live

In all the agonies, anxiety & expectation

where everyone trying to make reputation

So busy achieving the delusion goals

hardly had time to care about own souls

The simple pleasures felt as an innocent child

were long forgotten in this race

The responsibilities that came with youth

left no time to enjoy that important phase

Now feeling betrayed by the passing time

as losing energy & turning old

Even with a purse full of dimes

can’t do anything with the earned gold

And the answers he was searching

were not so profound and deep

In those last few moments left, he realized

all he ever had to do was “be happy and live” 

The Greatest Lyricist: Anand Bakshi

Life as we know it

Learning the bitter truths and the hideous lies

Know my mistakes but seems hard to apologize

Hardly happy but always wear the mask of smile

As materialist world has overshadowed the beauty inside

My innocence is robbed, I am no more pure

And the soul is trying hard to feel secure

As things happening that I never desire

Always in a quest that might inspire

Living along just day by day

It’s unpredictable yet all part of play

Happy Birthday legand

The “angry young man” phenomenon left talented music maker RD Burman in the woods.RDB songs that deserve a listen, from that terrible decade when film music had reached its lowest ebb in film history.

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 Happy Birthday Pancham Da

Arousing gratification

I like my body

When his eyes are on it

Watching me every time like the first time

Spontaneously I earn those frosty peaks

over my smooth curves worth roaming

As my flaws become oasis to him

Losing my senses

into his deep dark eyes

Feeling his touch

around my waist holding me tight

Warmth of his breaths

like the kiss of dry desert breeze

Igniting my desperate desires

 and I moan his name to feathered tease

My body melting into him

as my soul yearning for more

Passion of his love flowing through my veins

feeling the bliss, so magical, so pure

#herfeelings 

Every great accomplishment starts with decision to try

Find the happiness in everyday pleasure

& eventually you might discover the coveted treasure

A special thanks

 to my inspiration & motivation

words are not just enough to show my devotion

You're the most beautiful part of my life

I have loved your beauty

not just in your good looks

But I see through your heart

To me you're like an angel in books

The smile you wear everyday

gives strength to my heart

We've shared enough memories

which I can hold on to, when we're apart

I'm thankful to you

for being my best friend

You're the one with whom I can go places

without caring for start and the end

You're the most beautiful part of my life

I want you to be my dreams & be there when I open eyes

Happy holi :)

The festival of colours with most adored cartoon characters of all time.

Sometimes she worries

Sometimes she worries 

that I might notice her squinted eyes in some pics

but I find beauty in the glint when she smiles

Sometimes she worries about

her tousled & knotted hairs falling in her face

but all I see is how adorable she looks

Sometimes she worries

if I care about the childish acts she does

but all my attention is for her, not a single moment I miss

Sometimes she worries about

what others might think

but all I say is I fall in love everytime you blink

Sometimes she worries

what if I will not come in her dreams

but all I promise is to take her to my wonderland

Sometimes she worries

What future holds for her

but I tell her to be calm, I'll always be her lover

I'll be always be there for her worries

and all she has to do is

close her eyes

& smile

Happiness is you

I let my dreams fly

into the vast blue sky

& watch them, as the life passes me by

'coz to me, happiness is you

I paint my thoughts with rainbow colours

close my eyes and belive in wonders

Without much caring for others

'coz to me, happiness is you

I dance like wind

when our souls are entwined

I don't need the materialistic things

'coz to me, happiness is you

I sing like a sparrow

Unaware of the tomorrow

Ready to accept, if it's bitter or taste like marshmallow

'coz to me, happiness is you

If you are

If you are a flower
I will be
the morning dew drop dancing
on your petals gently in the breeze

If you are a song
I will be
the beautiful note of melody
From the depths of heart on voilin strings

If you are a painting
I will be
canvas and the colours for
painting my dreams with random strokes

If you are a story
I will be
the characters beathing in
the words in different time and worlds 

Now i'm strong enough

Her innocence lashed by the brutal
but not a single one came with refusal
standing behind the curtains i saw that
even i was helpless then,that's the only regret

that memory hunts my thoughts whenever i'm alone
breathless, i can't feel my body like turing into stone
it wasn't her fault still she suffered the pain
all those noble & eithal teachings seems to be in vein

but now i'm strong enough to oppose those devils
i'll stand and raise my voice against every evils
no other innocent will ever suffer the injustic and exploitation
because i myself will make sure, those jerks punished for violation

P.S – This poem is inspired by one of my friend’s idea and story she told me. I wrote this one around a year ago but while reading through my saved poems I noticed that I never posted this one. So here it is and thankyou Santosh for this poem.

बेटी हुँ मैं, एक अंश तुम्हारा

बेटी हुँ मैं, एक अंश तुम्हारा

बोझ नही मैं, मैं बनूँगी सहारा

माँ, तुम तो सब समझती हो

तुम भी तो एक बेटी हो

फिर क्यों तुम कभी-कभी

मुझको बोझ कहती हो

मुझको जन्म तो लेने दो

कुछ गलतिया तो करने दो

आपके इस सुने आँगन में, नाजुक कली सी खिलुंगी मैं

जैसे मुझे समझाओगे, बस उन्ही रास्तो पे चलूंगी मैं

बेटी हुँ मैं, एक अंश तुम्हारा

बोझ नही मैं, मैं बनूँगी सहारा

पिताजी,आपके सब संस्कारो का मैं मान करुँगी

पराये घर में भी आपका अभिमान बनूँगी

एक बार ऊँगली पकड़ के चलना तो सिखाओ

फिर आपके हर सपने में, मैं भी रंग भरुंगी

बेटी हुँ मैं, एक अंश तुम्हारा

बोझ नही मैं, मैं बनूँगी सहारा