Colouration with pale thoughts

Your absence... Scribbled lines on my heart All the blood droplets Had a story to tell About our romance Your memories... Soothed all the scribbles As if clove on teeth sore Letting me forget all the pain

I'm the air, you are the force who makes me breeze I'm the kite, you are the thread who makes me fly I'm the shore, you are the wave who makes me tender I'm the bud, you are the spring who makes me flower I'm the larva, you are the time who makes me butterfly I'm nothing, you are the one who makes me everything

At some point you realize how opposite things look no different. There's a finite line in between but you know it's no longer relevant. You  no longer want to notice the difference. Like the sky and the sea when they are the bluest, you know one owns blue and the other reflects  but those look all the same. Like light and darkness at its thickest stage, both make you blind. You can't see things with your eyes but with your heart. Like silence and chaos, you are too tired to listen to surroundings but inner self. Like love and hate, when you are healed you realize these are nothing but illusion. Like pain and happiness at its best, both don't affect you at all. The line melts the way opposite colors do in a painter's canvas, you are lost to feel the difference. Like you and the universe, when you know the secret, you realize you are within the world and the world is within you. Like life and death, when you see enough of them, you can't differentiate where...

Everyone wishes Sunday mornings are extended till noon especially when Saturday nights are sleepless. You've got no option left but wakeup as you already had planned a trekking with roomies. Everything was as per plan except we woke up an hour late. Planned royal breakfast had to be cut down to minimal idli wada south Indian package. We rushed to zoom car pickup point crossing thin rainy threads. Red Swift was a good option for the ride. Without wasting time we started our drive off to Devkund falls. Rain was turning heavier as the journey progressed. 'First cut is the deepest' of Bryan Adams was rhythmically poking my heart with a pointy knife. I was enjoying the solitude filled with thickest pain even though I was surrounded by my best buddies. I'd myself created a bubble of loneliness to camp inside. Nature is a magician I thought, it paints the surroundings different shades of green using colorless raindrops. Only time helps nature do this. I hoped time w...

On a fine day he fell in love with out knowing how deep can he go. Day by day depth was  increasing. Another fine day he realised that the pit was as deep as the diameter of earth That he was not getting buried in the darkness but was getting raised to the illumine of sky at the other end. He realized that he was not falling down to the hell of cupidity but flying up to the heaven of sanctity. He realized that he didn't fall for a bitch but for an angel. He realized that he was not cursed but heavily blessed by the almighty. . . . . . In a battle between head and heart, his head took a lead wounding the heart. When ego grins with all its might wonderful things in life don't last. It took a while his heart to heal but too late for her heart to feel. He paid the debt for little things but that was not enough to win. He let the prettiest soul leave when it was time to hold that tight. He lost the spring, his charm and calm, what's left with him is half a he...

Mumbai, they call you the queen and Marine drive your necklace I quite disagree You are the mermaid who is dream of millions and Marine drive is your belly chain, lazily lying around your waist line. I remember those monsoon days When moon changed your mood, you were so turned on And when outpouring of sky gave you the best orgasm, you exploded like anything Waves raised above your belly button People ran away to outskirts yelling "stay away, she'll drown you" They never knew the best place is always near the belly chain In a moody evening when I sat on your lap I started feeling for you; Heart bleeding for you I threw boold at the sky It spread as if drop of ink on paper, Reddened the horizon

You will be my dear, always. Be an angry mom like Yashoda, when Kanhaiya stole butter. Be a jealous lover like Radha, when Mashav stole glances of Gopikas. Be an excited fiancee like Satyabhama when Madan proposed her in front of Jambhavan. Be a concerned wife like Rugmini who ate third handful of rice flakes when Sudhama brought it for Keshav. Be whatever you want to be, express all your feelings, deny anything I crave for, fight with your paws and jaws, hurt me with all your might, you will always be my dear. I now feel the pain in love that give me utmost pleasure. I now feel purity in love that's without lust. My dear, I'm sleeping with your memories Taking your smile showing that cute dimple to my dreams. I'm falling asleep with tears in eyes that comes only when you are lost in delightful romance. I know all your feelings are forms of pure love and I'm taking shower under that bliss. Eternal bliss

"Oh rain, you stopped falling on me. I admit I cut the trees, your buddies on earth, that too twice. It was an immature thing I should never have done. I promise I'll plant a million. I know it can never be a compensation. But that's what I could offer you now. It's way too dry and burning down here. Will you forgive me? Will you ever come back? Will you not let wind - my counterpart - take you away from me and fall somewhere very far? My wings are too weak to fly far to reach there" Woodpecker begged looking at sky. He knew there's no sign of tender clouds to burst, still he had hopes in miracles.

Two poets. Same spark in their heart. Both wanted to make it a poem. He never had the courage to write it down on paper. His blood vaporized before it floated till the tip of the feather. She gave it a title. He underlined it. She gave the first line. He finished first stanza. Lines were pure and filled with Devine. When birds recited the lines, sky poured flowers. When dolphins gave it a tune, waves gifted ocean a new rhythm. He dip the feather deep inside his heart. Started the new stanza. She sweetened the lines. When it resonated with the rhythm of nature, clouds burst into rain; trees filled with flowers; nectar with honey; world with happiness and hearts with symphony. When they were adding an end line to the second stanza, god came in between. Took his feather. Broken into pieces. Gave it back to him. She ran to him. Joined the broken feather. Melted with her tears. Made it to one piece. He dip feather into his heart. By the time tip of the feather touch...