a million heartbeats to remember

i watch the sun ablaze drowning in the velvety kisses of the evening sky. the music of our heartbeats drowning the cacaphony of doubts...the sweetness of your breath, intermingled with desire...i watch you lose yourself in me and i surrender

....and in that instant i know that losing control is not about losing charge.

check the schedule before you fly

a quiet melancholy, a shameful secret.. i hide from the world at large. the covers pulled upto my peepers, i squint at the fog drenched branches outside...where is the clarity of my mind; the yummy tartness of my thoughts... i need something which is outside of me... but the outside is the everchanging vast ephemeral shape, at times scary and sometimes confounding. i search for words, perhaps they might point the way... but there are so many things i am afraid to speak aloud...



time for coffee...

nothing lyrical about this

so here i go
my heart loses track
and maybe someday
it will speak
i break promises
and i am not screaming your name
give me a reason and i will give you no choice.
i guess there is nothing lyrical about this
i am not going to be your valentine.

hurricane skies

i never worry, now that is a lie now
i never want to feel like i did that day
take me to the place i love
take me all away, yeah!
Under the bridge - Red Hot Chilli Peppers

the games that my body plays. tiny deaths. the air cool, collects on my face and whispers above my ankles just where my socks stop. a craziness, ceasless in motion without any regard for time or company. like a tide it ebbs and like a wave it crashes back tossing me about with an abandon, with a shameless rudeness. obscenities in broken breaths leave me startled and gasping. the colour of the sky turns a deep shade of profane, exhausting me but i am relieved to lie under this cruel sky.

for you

it is strange to find your friend in the same predicament as yours, seeing her or him make the same errors of judgement as you. its a bit like becoming an image in a mirror where the person standing outside is not you but your freind. You shout, you shake your head but you are not heard for the image in the mirror is merely a reflection. You don't want your freind, your loved one, your brother, your sister, your parent hurt and yet there is precious little that you can do, except make a silent promise to yourself, to try and hold them to the best of your ability.

Ease their trouble with a kind word, a joke, a cup of coffee perhaps or maybe cook them something warm and slow and tell them its ok, its not the end of the world.

always true

do you remember the uncounted little notes i wrote? look for them in places you have forgotten. tear-stained, crumpled or neatly folded with multiple folds, each crease a nervous tension. the billowing mist from the mountains redirect my thoughts to you but never mind these askew dispatches...it is just the sun showers and you.

loopy

i like you

in the rain

the moon

in a haze

streetlight

trims with silver

blades of grass

at my feet

their wetness

sprays my ankles

i need you

to wet my mind

lightning pulses

silently

i wait for thunder

nighttime

nighttime silent
i listen-
sounds of my breath

dawn alights
soaked in prayer
the night dissolves

mid-shabaan moon
lifted with prayers
all night

Note: shabaan is the current islamic month and the night of 14th shabaan holds special significance for muslims in terms of being a very holy night, it is spent in prayers till dawn.

All of the above are seperate haikus, different moments. they can be seen on their own or in unison, enjoy them however you like...:)

lore on mute

nodding blossoms-

listening to tales

of the evening breeze