Desert of solitude

Her throat had swollen in deep despair
Her hair uncombed and float in air
Her eyes sulky,red with tear
Her lips concealing her inmost desire
Her feelings subsided in the desert of solitude.
She is a rockstar now called for the show
She has to make her happy and let it go
She has to show what is to be seen
She hides her tears with vanishing cream but
She can't close her eyes to hide that desert,the desert of solitude.

PSYCHIC

So everything was over by now
I am trying hard to be patient
Getting addicted to stay in solitude
And never again bring you in my head.
Putting the child in me to sleep
Making every move after manipulation
Taking time as the only truth
And never again falling into false emotion.
No kind of impatience is visible outside
Just another workaholic
Nothing bare left to be seen wounded
No observations of being psychic.

Lost in desire

I just wished someone to be beside me and that wish became a desire and that desire became lust.I lost my control,lost my senses,lost my patience and got drowned in pain and despair.My independence got compromised,fate got channelized to some utopian achievements,henceforth I fell in LOVE.

IT WAS YOU

Just realized my mistake and pretended to pass by
Eyes thirsty,needs some glance of your eye
Just then the rickshaw paved its way
My senses trembled with a blissful sway
Felt the urge to follow your lips;I turned to you.
Yes my wish was granted,it was you
Your lips,I could see now,your eyes too
Intending the unspoken desire to touch you
I forced myself to speak
The tar soaked on your injured legs
Was just a cause of the coincidence
Hope you get well soon and
pay them back in their coins
How will this happen again ,dear?
That I'll get my sunshine in those eyes?
That I'll be talking to you some sense
That I'll hold your hand after several tries
Leave it on the coincidence,rockstar
We'll meet again.

WAS IT YOU?
I got out for a walk in your place
I was in need of a coincidence
I wanted to see you.
Gliding through the traffic I took a test of my luck
Eventual misfortune just held you back
No coincidence was waiting for me
I didn't waste time in this love frenzy
Took courage to enter your apartment
Determined to see your nameplate
The watchman intervened,eyes in challenge
Had to retreat from this eccentric rage
Some years later or past
A boy came running to hold your grasp
To find his sunshine in your eyes
And psychedelic orgasm in your lips
Was it you smiling in the shower?
Drenched in the pour of the first summer?
Was it you rockstar?

My friend
College life started with a gush of new emotions,new books and most important of all new friends.Some were easy some were hard, some were sporting some were nerd.With the gift of the Gab I could sense them and tried to befriend them all. Here were some kind of funny girl who came to be my friend, I thought her to be somewhat interesting. In course of time I could realize she was the only girl trying to make random friends like me.Still this ‘cheshta’ is more sincere than anyone could expect.This became an advantage to us, born miscreants of the class .Involving her name in romance with almost all the boys and later girls we tried hard to embarrass her .God knows why she does not get angry but whew we go at least someone cool to bully .Spending one and a half years with her was nothing special though she remained the coolest and most sporting girl of the section. Unfortunately she got no support from the ladies compartment .All of the rest found her straight forward ,rough and nonchalant-not satisfying the criteria of being a girl .She had no commitments at all ,she doesn’t look so great ,only the thing she posses is a great heart that is irrespective of all formalities and complications of city life. We thought it might be due to where she came from ,shantiniketan. Nevertheless she mixed with everyone with the same spirit. She came out to be supporting too ,anyone got a heartbreak go and have a talk to her ,share your grief without hesitation ;if you need someone to share the joy of falling in love with someone she is there for you ;need to approach the class teacher for a holiday or be it the lab manuals to be photocopied soon- all credits to one girl .Today we were having some intellectual discussions and the topic was photography .She again started to comment on that and we again felt the urge to pull her leg .She spoke of her father who had some kind of studio which is still her place of astonishment and nostalgia ;Some of us had to ask why nostalgia and she detonated the bomb ,she lost her father at the age of five .She didn’t want to tell us because she found it indifferent to be a friend out of sympathy .A long pause continued until she spoke “Its okay ,don’t be so sorry.”
I still couldn’t comprehend why is she so different but came to another realization that love comes to us only when we are at loss of it . Proud to be your friend my dear alien.

A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR friend
I wish I could have been your friend as before,now that we are no more friends.Its neither ur nor my reason that caused this,its the way we think and we believe that defines ourselves maybe your beliefs and mine had changed as we see life in different perspectives.....
don't be sad dear it was not your fault that you misunderstood me rather it was our beliefs that be-fooled us.
I hoped for a proper friendship having all the blends of life making us feel enchanted,up headed with pride of being friends,unfortunate enough this hope got drowned in the cloud of arrogance as many others were