Sometimes it's wise to just be lame and let the heart be the boss!
What would it take for you to hold me so hard until there’s no more space left for yourself?
What would it take for me to hold you so hard that not seeing you for years shall not remain a possibility?
What would it take for us to hold each other so that eyes stay eyes and hearts not apart?
I dream at night and wonder in sunshine, what would it take for me to hold myself so hard, I be myself one again,
Not another, not a none again and that’s when it’s you I see, the one for me, the one in me.
The air’s still warm, redolent from
The another last time you held me,
I’m one with those sharp claws
I’m one and yet not and so it hurt.
They call out, scream and reach
The designated resonance but still
Today, the sounds are in a distant land
They reach a distant, distant memory.
I think raping the child
with knives up her little
body was wrong, very wrong.
I think killing the boy
for loving her above the
society was wrong, very wrong.
I think pressing their tits on
the moving bus to satisfy his
lust was wrong, very wrong.
I think judging anyone,
big or small, for wearing a
skirt is wrong, very wrong.
I think weirding someone out
walking by naked just to feel the
breeze is wrong, very wrong.
I think punishing the man
who raped the child but
calling him ‘the man’
who abuses his wife
is wrong, very wrong.
So why is it that I am judged
for some of my opinions while
others seem just fine to you?
The imaginary stream of yours
and whether or not I flow with
is hopefully a personal decision.
I think marking me as an outcast
for a harmless decision of
mine is wrong, very wrong.
There you go, again…
This magical swing is driving me crazy, up and down it’s course.
Away, above, beautiful… smooth skin, set jaws, you make my heart melt.
The farther you go the more I parch, I want you badly back.
And then it creaks, you start to return, the homecoming of my hero.
The closer you inch, your fangs I see… a horrifying sight it is, I start to back step.
One step back, one scar gone… oh, what the heck is this?
Confused and yet with newly gained insight, I run to the next swing.
Am I weird, alone..?
Or do you exist,
Somewhere there
In the infinity
To my existence,
Yet insignificant
In significance.
Someone who spends
All day thinking
Why does the light
Have to penetrate
The darkness.
Why the matter
To feel the vibrations.
Why us to pick puzzles
or why the puzzle
at the first place.
WHY SOMETHING RATHER THAN NOTHING?
We fell back
strolling
on the enchanted
oasis of chaos.
She smiled standing
there, her waist
slim with the
curves at the right
places and I lost
you in the delta of
thousand possibilities.
Months later, back
in the comfort
of my confinement
it struck me,
neither was she
human nor were
your footprints
alive on the shore.
To ups and downs
that ruled my snow,
to scarred craters
restricting my flow,
to the fall of the ghats
tranquillizing my delirium,
I give my life, only
time being the Pharaoh.
For you I left
The land of lands
For you I spat
Blood, toothed smile
But the loving obsessed
Mind of mine
Forgot your blue-love
Forgot your red-hate.
Blinding me, the light
That’s yours, that shines
Bright on those flushed,
Carved, perfections.
It’s beauty to you
So you pull me,
Harder and harder
You push me.
I resist, you insist
I stop, at least try to
But you frown.
Not cruelly, no smirks
You are confused,
Your twinkling eyes
Want to soak the light.
Your expectations make
My heart goes faster,
Your love blinds me,
Cuffs me to sorrow.
‘Coz the blinding
Light that seems so
Enticing to you
Catches my eyes on fire!
Blue black, hurtful eye
Blue black, flowing falls
Blue black, storm’s awake
Blue black, star lit night
Blue black, beat to death
Blue black, I stand naked
Blue black, the Lord of all
Yet blue black, her downfall.
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(For those who didn’t follow the second last line, it refers to Shiva who is known to have a blue throat from swallowing poison to save the world in many mythological tales.)
The lame being 
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