Your Booty.... / Gaurav

On the barren lands of my thoughts,

You walk barefoot…

Everyday you get blisters on your feet,

And you fight everyday with the animal inside me,

But I never saw the pain on your face.

The bush with thrones that lies between,

The difference of our decisions,

You get stuck between them,

You fall in the attempt to move ahead,

But I never saw the pain on your face.

And I am the silent one,

No, the dumb one.

I see everything - I feel everything,

But I can’t say the word that I always want to say,

That you deserve more than everything in the world,

That is not a reward but the booty of the Victor….

“THANK YOU”

Last Monday

Last Monday, when you and me,

Were together,

And the Sun was sliding from the hill,

A watch was tied to your wrist,

Few minutes just slipped from it.

I picked up those minutes and

kept them in my pocket,

I tried that you didn’t see it.

You are with your parents,

Today when I am away from you,

I wander with these minutes with me.

In the city buses, on the roads,

In my office staircase.

I insert my hand into pocket frequently after

Some intervals,

Just to assure myself that

I didn’t drop any one of them,

Or none of them escaped from my possession

All these moments sound like the coins,

They don’t sound like ticking of watches,

They always remind me of their presence.

And their value.

I smell them everyday,

They are the biggest reason behind

My waking up every morning…..

Hungry Eyes

Why to blame Eyes only? Who is not hungry? Who is not starving?

My head to have the feeling of you,
lips to kiss you,
nose to have smell of you,
hands to have one hug of yours when I try to dissolve you into me,
chest is waiting to receive another passionate kiss,
Who is not dying? Who is not starving?

Just a request

Hey you... allow me to have just one night when you do not come to my dreams and let me sleep. I am having tough time. I can't handle all the challenges together. I am not a superman. Don’t you have something else to do? I have spent enough nights sleepless. I can’t tolerate more. I have my own limitations. My own boundaries. I am getting tired. I am too human; I have many commitments to keep. Just allow me some nights without you. Without your fragrance, without your glow, without your smell.

Survival Search

It will happen for a while...
The voice full of life
will come for a second,
will cross by your side

and your chest will be wrapped in fire
you will just sigh.
your will remember the time passed by.

I go breathless like a patient of asthama.
Searching for my life in the air.
And I find myself denied.
My soul whispers and

complains

I try my best to console it,
I am denied..my buddy...
it is not my fault
I am forbidden to call my life
My life is dissoved into the air.
However strong I cough...
however I try to gasp the maximum air I can...
I will choke

I don't know which country you live...
the country is out of my reach...
the smell of the air that comes filtered of your hair...
with the hope of my life...
you sing in the language unknown...
but all the songs are tangled in your
beautiful body and your soul...

Now I have only one song in my memory
and that is your laugh in never
dying tune of fifth note of music.

Random Contours/ Gaurav

If you are not here with me
then lost in whose words I,
forget to close the running tap
when I shave.

whose warm smell fills my cold room,
and I run searching for
lighted up incense Stick.

Whose breathes slide on my chest,
and whose dew drops make my cheeks wet?

You can fool others,
but not me,
I know,
you live here only,
with me in my room.