FUNKY PEN

No matter how many movies i see, outings i arrange, friends i meet, food i eat, mags i read, or posts i write. My mind is lonely, like a lost icy seagull alone on the shore, i thought il get over it so i write some more. But the human mind is so designed that it can be lonely even when deeply engaged, is there a kinship i can create? With myself coz none is there in these private moments im stil aware, no one like me of me for me by me, im unique and everyone else is too, is that why we are so lonely , me and u?

I always wanted to stick to the notion of the 1950's pyar hua ikraar hua rain soaked heavy love, Par ye year 2k mein iss pyar ka kya hua? Magazines like Cosmopolitan and others treat it like a game, giving weird tips such as don't make your guy feel like your'e too into him, don't always make yourself available, don't give surprise gifts... But then by playing all this hard to get, do you actually keep the romance alive? Surprise, when you get to books and articles which talk about how to bring back the spark in your relationship they speak about the same things in a definite U turn, Give surprises, be there for each other, make yourself available etc, I think love has not changed, what has changed is the intrinsic human core, from the generosity of our grand parents to the miserliness of the teenagers, each human now wants to know what he can get from the other before even squeezing a lemon drop of a favor for the other. Which is why each relation has changed to be

The canvas is blank, the night is just right freedom of form, freedom of sight, dreams do come true, when salt picks up courage... quit India shines in full form and flourish. Years and decades will pass by in this knowing, that fathers and fore fathers blessed us showing, birds of paradise fly in barren clear skies, chirping the anthem of goodbyes. Windmills of change burn in the new, flesh and love flow not a few.... make a part of this yours, and hold it together, the freedom lantern burns forever...

उलझी उलझी बातें तेरी , खट्टी मीठी रातें मेरी कोई वादा कर के भी अधूरी, ऐसी हैं ये आखें मेरी बर्फ और ओस की बूँदें ले आ, कटी पतंगें सारी ले आ उन्हें उडा दे, गीत कोई नए सजा दे, ऐसी है ये आशा मेरी वादें कऐ करती हूँ, उनके फ़साने लिखूंगी सदियाँ बीत जाएँगी मै प्यार के नजराने लिखूँगी जब जब वो लौ सजी होगी महफ़िल में में तब तब तुम्हारे सरहाने मिलूंगी कोई बीच में तो कोई किनारों पे छोड़ जाता है साहिल के दायरे के परे खुद चला जाता है अकेले नहीं छोडूंगी यही वादा है मेरा , बाकी, किसे पता कब तक है इस आशियाने पे बसेरा

Like blood you rose; Like escape you came to the emptyness of silence; The simple repose My pen turned to chalk; My life learnt to rock My aged white hair became all black; you cut my slack the year went to fast when you came and occupied it --you and me, god decided you came and lived in my tolet apartment, opened my sootish windows; mowed my unmowed lawn; ploughed my filed of dying poppies... even if i mix 2 languages, my "i love you" will fall short, even if i create a "tajmahal" it's marble will be distraught, when will the clock strike one without my having to go? a life time passed, i didn't know ...........................................