Lost Love

What happened to our love!

I see it hovering around 
brushing past us
and hiding between the crevices 
of our assumptions
Or, sometimes, breathing hard 
under the piles of indifference
Yet sometimes, caught miserably
between our egos
stung by our words,
hurt!

our language failed us
I didn't understand yours
you misunderstood mine
Our words got us here
in the abyss of silence-
deep, dark and hopeless

Is it spring already!?
you expect me to pick flowers
All I see is weathered leaves!
Autumn sings woefully
in the recesses of
my poor heart

A space in her heart

I need space, he said!
yet, wanted her on the periphery
of his being

.
He knew she talked with
the moon
sharing her angst,
That she wrote poetry
about her intensity,
and, his indifference

He often ridiculed her poetry
calling it fancy words
put together,
crafted to entice.

She wanted him to feel her poems
that she draped around
her soul
but he could only read-
and, barely so!

He wanted space

not knowing that

he had it all along
 in her heart

untitled Hindi

अजीब सी सर्दगोशी है माहौल में 

एक कोहरा जो छ्टता ही नही 

कैसे कोई देखे उसकी बेरूख़ी 

ये मिजाज़ है मौसम का 

ज़हन से हटता ही नही 

एक बर्फ है जो रूह के किनारे जमी है 

मायूस आँखों के कोरों पे एक नमी है 

ना सूरज का सेंक ना रोशनी है इधर 

जिसकी तलाश है उस धूप की कमी है 

कल वो मुझे खुशनुमा ज़िंदगी सा लगा 

आज उसके इर्द गिर्द एक उदासी छुपी है 

किस तरह कोई बदले हालत फज़ाओं के 

अभी कहाँ हवाओं के रुख़ से बर्फ हटी है 

cocoon

In the silences
that form
the paranthesis
of your most fervently expressed
desires,
I grope.

I grope to find words
to soothe
your  angst;
It seems
you don't need any.

whereas,

You form a cocoon
of your assurances
and I dwell
in it, without a worry,
knowing
your promises
stand guard
over my fears

incongruity

We live in our spaces

at peace with

our own interpretations  of love

You and I speak the same language

with different meanings

We talk of love

without understanding its  meaning

I do not understand your words

You don't understand my silence

we survive

despite this incongruity

I need to understand

you are not me, and

I am not you!

You too need to know that 

Lonesome

Pain creeps in stealthily,and
Dispels my loneliness
I am not alone anymore!
I see my shadow on the wall
As it listens impassively
To my soliloquy
My soul cringes
As my heart questions;
I hurriedly craft a lie
And,
A smile…

Storm Shaken

She was hibernating,
 oblivious of the storm
 seething, and
preparing to blow her away.
startled, she was roused
by the clap of thunder;
In her dream she had,but,
heard an applause

Delusions were shaken,
rather rudely
and she sprang up to starkness
of reality