THE HEART DOES THINK FOR REASONS THAT REASON DOES NOT UNDERSTAND ….

Man, the most intelligent of all animals knows that it is the fistful of pulsating flesh in him that keeps him alive. He calls it his HEART… The HEART has got its own sensuous and special ways of weaving its own space and world of feelings which are completely alien to the mundane world of parking tickets and electricity bills… The WORLD functions and delivers with LOGIC, ECONOMICS and REASON... It is always a COMPLETE BARTER, which is always very significant in every transaction that all mortals undertake…But, in the realm of the HEART it is something that only a few, lucky, selected and blessed souls are able to fathom and decipher in its actuality and entirety, which is seemingly a complete anti-rhyme to the so called FACTS called LOGIC and REASON…

The HEART is an offspring of LOVE ,which DOES NOT require any REASON to SURVIVE, FLOURISH and MULTIPLY … It takes BIRTH due to DESTINY and PROVIDENCE and before any mundane parasite can instigate a WAR of VICE, it is the un-fathomable lingua-franca of LOVE that supercede and reign supreme over the worldly trivial confusions of DECEIT and completely detonate the ever-lasting process of re-incarnating and glorifying the unlit lanes of the virgin, sacred and HEAVENLY feelings of LOVE…

SIGNS

A smile here, a tear there,
a few hundred bucks of distances shared,
a ringing phone,
a mid night call,
a beer and peg all there..
a few jpeg images ...
a few frozen moments...
all dese are trapped in a lifetime of magical memories...

The SIGNS we shared and the SIGNS we still share...
Wish you were here...

Futile Fragrances..

Its really hard to see the goose bumps once you saw dance to the rythm of your breath die...
Who would ever fathom the warmth that kept the lantern awake when steel cold rains lashed outside..
The gasp at the very sight
The flutter at the very touch
The mystic addictive tingle itself yearns to prolong and recreate the necklace of emotional ecstasy one pines to adorn..
The prism of images blur the lines and wipes away the 'I's and 'ME's and gives birth to 'US'
Amidst this palate of exotic colours,
With the turn of the clock,
Why did the fragrances fade...
Who did take them to the unseen spheres and never brought them back where they belonged...
Are they gonna find their way back...
Are they ever gonna splash the colours...
Oh, futile fragrances !!!

Shadows walk Silently...

Sleepless Nights,
Tormenting silences,
Sporadic verbal violence,
And even more audibly handicapped
Ruthlessly mute replies,
Leaves one  with none,
But his self and only his self..

The Balance

He knows not what it is that he is trying to balance?
Is it the broken verses of his dreams
or the scrambled thoughts of his mind,
That seem to percolate into his concious from the unconcious...
TIME ,the vicious conspirator seems to make
Mockery of his crusade in this battlefield.....
Reviving the chilling past and thus
Threatening to haunt the future in which
He desires to achieve orgasmic delights
The intoxicatingly aphrodisiac blaze of
Pandora's box deceives him time and again
Killing him softly with every sensuous writhing moan
Till he surrenders and justifies his deeds in the name of destiny
By delving into the illusion where
Balancing the balance or the balance balancing his fate
Was the prerogative

Rains between November and December

The drizzle is flickering and dribbling alongside the goosebumps..
and rolling down the under-shirt...
Re-igniting the Jovan musk splashed this morning...
Filling the mind with a reverie of long lost times...
So so dear..
And this crazy chill is stealthily seeping in the layers,
All vacant coz you are not here...

The countdown that matters...

TEN NINE EIGHT...

Increases thus the weight..

Of the mind that waits..

To see that open gate...

SEVEN SIX FIVE,

That's how I thrive,

To spend each moment,

When from miles you arrive...

FOUR THREE and TWO,

I dunno how to tell you,

That how so ever we fight

With all our might,

Love is all I have for the person

I found in you,

And that,

Even in the darkest of eclipses,

Holding you warm,

I will always be the

ONE...

the unseen terrain

Going through the pages of my memory, I see the core of my soul through a different prism that has been there since I was born....The love of my life has been MUSIC which has followed me like my shadow even in utter darkness when I couldn't see nething,but feel the presence of an unknown power...The silence of solitude at times screams for sound of winds howling through the tall fir trees and my senses get suffocated, longing desperately to get a renewed vigour with smell of moist earth soaked by the first rains of the monsoon...