Old Friend

Old friend,
When I was with you,
I was with myself.

Old friend,
Our ways diverged somewhere,
And I lost you.

And now as I sit here alone,
by the window
watching the white curtains
flutter in the breeze,
Waiting for your memory to become a poem
I hope you would come by
Old friend
for a little conversation like old times.

Yaaro kee Shaadiyan

It is that auspicious time of the year, when all your friends are tieing the knot and shamelessly posting their engagement,wedding, honeymoon photos in albums named "My Wedding" ,"Second Innings", "My Big fat Wedding","Finally- Honeymooned","Shit Happens" on facebook. And to top it off, an innocent status msg of "Pics Uploaded :)"

At such strategic "infliction" points, your presence might be cordially invited and if you have that special bond of sharing towel/undergarments/bed with your friend, you would most definitely love to go and watch him suffer for the rest of his life.

But here are a few words of caution-

Avoid anatomy/gravity/species defying dance steps (especially the naagin dance that combines all three) in baraat.The body ache will last for 2 days and remember there is this guy following your every move and making a video of it.

Say no to Unclejis who are forcing you to gulp down neat Blenders Pride even if they are carrying a lifafa of 100 rs.

Keep to yourself any lewd thoughts that might be dying to manifest on sight of makeup clad females. They might be fat and their dress might be skimpy but remember they are all Auntys or their daughters. But there is a catch, if you act too decently you might be mistaken for a potential Dulha on sale and don't all auntys love sale.So try to behave indecently with your eyes.

Eating obscene amount of fatty food and sweets is pleasurable only to the tongue in the entire digestive system. Rest of the organs specifically the end part of the large intestine are greatly troubled.

Wedding gift is probably the last time and maybe the first time you will be gifting anything of some worth to your friend. So avoid giving dinner sets, suitcases, mixers and invest your time in looking for a gift.

In case you fnd that your friends who used to call you up for issues as grave as "yaar, life mai enthu nahi aa raha hai", "yaar woh mera phone nahi utha rahi hai" at weird times have stopped calling and their phones are switched off sometimes from as early as 8 in the night, Laugh on the fools and forget them for their relationship status on Orkut has also changed to Committed.

That Day

One day,all my pain will cease
And the endless burden of each breath
will disappear like a rain drop in Ocean.

One day, this world of chirades
will clear for me; And everything
will remind me of you,just you.
All shackles will loosen by themselves
and I'll come crying to you.

That day,take my trembling hand
and hold me close to your heart
Till I dissolve in your arms
and close my tired eyes.

I will be with you, that day.
All my pain will cease, that day.

All in that moment, brief.

I was near you again,
what if, for a moment so brief.
My face had a fresh smile,
And heart beat not echo grief.

I wanted to hold your face
and see if your eyes
are still shy to meet mine.

I wanted to hear you say,
that you too remember me
and your heart also aches for me,sometimes.

I wanted to make you mine, again.
Be with you, Smoothen your hair,
Hear what you have to say,
All in that moment, brief.

A true Devotee

You show me way, I walk
You give me mind, I think
You give me will, I sin.

But I pray,
Let not my mind, under the burden of sins
believe its not worthy of thy love- dear Lord

Let not my humble soul have a will
stronger than thine- dear Lord

Tell everyone, for in you -they still believe,
that I am your son, and all my sins,
were acts of thou- dear Lord

Show me a way, dear Lord.

Asymptote

You also left me, my last puff;
Into whom I had breathed life
with every gentle kiss.
You told, you would take me along,
into ashes-grey and white;
And we will get blown away with the wind,
into open skies.

But you also left me, my last puff.

In this season of chill,
you were the last smolder in my dying fire,
to keep me warm
and my senses alive;
But you went ahead alone
And it just might be;
that I stared at you for too long

But you didn't wait, my last puff.

Now what should I do,
but start anew and hope
that my next last puff,
will stay loyal to me;
And burn with me long enough,
to take me into ashes-
grey and white

Sonnet to Sisyphus

She headed; enchanted and afraid,
into the jungle
full of wild flowers,
thick trees and unknown beasts.
She ran in the wild,
plucked ripe berries,
smelt vibrant flowers and
drank from cool streams.
She chased a lovely butterfly,
fearless and free
into the jungle deep;
And fell in a bottomless mire
where she struggled; then resigned
and was never again seen.