THAT WHICH GOES UNSAID...

You know what is the saddest thing in the world?? The saddest thing in the world is to die alone. To not being able to say the last goodbye before you leave this world. Forever. To Someone. To not being able to say, it was such a good life. I had a broken heart once or twice... broke one or two. I had my share of winnings and mostly losses. I had my best sunny days and gloomy rainy days. It had been such a lively life. It has happened so may times that you went away from a person-- In anger, in rage. And never turned back to look into their eyes. You never know when it is the last goodbye. Always hoping- I should have gone back.. Never going back. You never know when it is the last meeting. I had this friend of mine in school--who knew all I was. I knew all she was. We shared our secrets and benches and crushes and clothes. She was a Ricky Ponting fan, and I was  Brett Lee fan And together we cheered for Australia in cricket matches. She liked pink, I liked bl

Please pull a chair and face me. In this empty room of shadowy , dusty light, there are but four souls. you. me. and these two chairs, which belonged to a living , throbbing body once. Yes, now that you are seated facing my faint outline Tell me what do you see? Do you hear  my breath.. slow..anticipating? Do you notice the curve of my waist? My short hair glistening in the faint light? Or do you feel my soul? do you understand the look of my eyes in the darkness?? I hope you hear my breath, see the outline and catch the shine of the hair. And not my soul or my eyes. It took a long time to manoeuvre the emptiness in them. OH .. am I deviating??? Lets get back to it.Where were we? You seated in the chair facing me, I seated in the chair facing you. The idea is that we will disrobe. Our thoughts and our selves. I start. I liked you from day first.I never told you that. I threw my scarf to ground. You say . I lusted you from day one. Friendship was never there. You

Today we sat in a pub With a beer glass each And a pitcher kept at our side Which miraculously never emptied. We were drawing our lines Each with a chalk They blurred... We crossed.. And came back to our lives Tipsy. fudgy . Mud headed. You said .. we are two lost souls Drowning in a beer mug I corrected you... Nah... Drowned in beer pitcher You said with a long face... Do not look at the outside... And then the universe started to expand Or so my other drunk friend said.. (Rang me up) So the tiny bubbles oozed up to the surface And burst Like stars in the sky... And spread like dusts Across our universe Settled on our eyes... As we walked past slumber. We did not count how many fell In my side of the line And how many on your court...

Does a room full of sound Of rain drops falling somewhere need a heavy shower outside? Can imaginations not paint for us the pictures That it has been raining quiet sometime And we are but weak quivering drenched souls?

Hey can we just put ourselves aside.. and think like two runaway boats  capsized in churning waters  of a blue stormy river? Can we remember how we felt drowning and saving ourselves instead of each other in the stormy churning waters? Imagine the rocks that we hit and the holes that were made.. the scars that would remain of that night in the blue storm? We would return home some unknown shore Laying side by side battered and lopsided. Masters and people would think  we were runaway boats, While we would know how shamelessly we shamed ourselves  in the blue churning river.

I am the nest of a migrant bird... The peace of a wandering soul And the wheels of a caravan life. You are like a flower blooming In a pot watered by a leaking roof Unattended and wild.

Can there be something as temporary and as final as death? Life replaces life, Incidences replaces Memories... But what remains true under these dusts.. That what has gone shall never be. I will put your crumbling Self that remains with me In bottles and put some fireflies... When the finality of your absence Comes home on a spring morning as this. I will look at the bottles and know That the fireflies glow only by night..

The hotel room had a bluish glow. Reflections of a sign board of another's existence. Infiltrating our rented nights With an ease of childhood innocence Or..In a way that only light can. The first time we saw each other On a December midnight. We were both looking out of our windows Bathed in blue. Down at the red neon washed Balustrade, Care went down the streets As we both stared at the torn jeans And smoke rings create fantasy .... Down far below... Someone played a mouth organ .. Faint music filled the December air. The yearning of soaking the red The euphoric moments of the red Was washed by the pale blue Of the infiltrated existence. I could see it in your eyes And of mine in the glass