Ae dhoop ke rang

Ae dhoop ke rang chal mere sang
kali si uss raat mein hi kho gaya tha
jaane kaun se railgdi par sawar ho gaya tha
jaagte jaagte so gaya tha

Ae dhoop ke rang chal mere sang
mar mar kay jeene ki jang mein shamil ho gaya tha
jaane kiska haath pakde chalne laga tha
naasha nichod te nichod te kho gaya tha

Ae dhoop ke rang chal mere sang
dil ka raasta baadal gaya tha
jaane kiss chahat mein har shay kho batha tha
roote roote zindagi ka har khel bhool gaya tha

Ae dhoop ke rang chal mere sang,
Ae dhoop ke rang chal mere sang....

A fish in the bowl

Jack is running, Jill is running after her and James is galloping to catch them..
And the world is running after them...
Their brains are running, their legs are running their tounges are running...
A fish sits in the water bowl wondering what are they running after

Swimming her way through alone, creating waves in the water...
In her bowl world, she swims through the low and high tides of the world
She is swimming calmly , not following, not running...
Doing what she loves ...
Sitting with the pen in my hand, I wish I was the fish in the bowl...

row of crasynthmums

His dog came running and his tongue jumped into the pool of water,
I stood beside the array of crasynthmums wating for the door to open,
He walked out into the balcony and hugged his dog.
I stood admiring his bare body with sweat dripping from his chest,
I turned into a honey bee and flew to sit on his shoulder,
I swirled around him, high on his aroma.
Sat beside him till the dusk, on his hand, in his hair, on his lips
emerging in his fluids,
I flew inside his bedroom and sat on his bed
A long strand of hair lay on the lipstick kissed pillow,

He came inside the bedroom and saw me sitting on his pillow
He rolled a newspaper to kill me,
he ran after me and I flew away from him
out of his door and away from the row of crasynthmums.

The red crown

Toby stood by the fence
Looking at the kites fighting with the wind.
His eyes stuck, on the white kite with a red crown,
He wanted it to win, to rise higher and higher.

A white hen with red crown came out with her chicks on the ground,
Chicks played bouyantly with her on the other side of the fence
His concentration shifted to thier blissful play
Six yellow figures encircled the hen,
Dancing and singing engulfed the air
chicks went and hugged their mom.
languidly they took steps towards their home.


Toby started walking towards his home with a smile on his face,
a woman with a basket and knife crossed his path.

Hunger striked his stomach,
He rushed to his mother and asked for dinner
she said a delicous hen with a red crown,
He saw his favorite kite flying down from the sky.

an earthworm

The morning starch stiffened my body
Methane air swirled into my nose
Strands of hair dripping the pungent sweat,
curled around my neck.
I lay like a cocoon
I duck out my head
with my eyelashes touching my brows,
an earthworm crawls on the windowpane
trying to reach the soil
A gush of air astrays his direction
He coils his body, into a invisible speck

The Cigarette

Well if you see it, I am a svelete, pencil thin prostitute,
your lips will crave for my taste.
I am a sultry attractive bitch I will give you a mental orgasm of paramount nature,
mind you I am a pricey affair.
Promise I do, to never leave you,
buy me and keep me in your pocket,
I am your death , the cigarette.

the boy with the green eyes

Walking down the road, a tyre came rolling on the road,
His green eyes stuck on it, His feet planting prints on the road
With a stick in the hand, riding on the back of the wheel
The sky slit opens her heart and the rain came pouring down
Umbrellas scattered on the road, he kept running behind the tyre
Wearing fragrance of mud,the tyre danced around his waist
his feet rooted in the puddle, he spread his hands and hugged the rain
Aroma of corn cobs filled his nostrils, His green eyes started searching for the bhutta walla
He stood ,with no penny in his pocket,staring at the people munching
The boy with the green eyes smiled and walked back with the tyre in his hand
with the aroma of corncobs surrounding his nostrils...

NARROW ROAD

When the roads are narrow and you can't walk through
When the lights are dim and you can't see through
Remember your first steps...

When the shoes come hitting hard and you are barefoot
When the rains drench you and you hide your tears
Remember the first finger you held...

When the corners of the walls stop talking and you are left alone
When the paper planes start loosing their wings and you start falling down
Remember the shoulders you sat on...

When the world seems like a strange place and you shout aloud
When life starts looking like a grave and you want to die
Remember the hands in which you opened your eyes...

COME TO ME

Come to me I am sitting bare in the snow, waiting for your overcoat to give me warmth.

Come to me my ears have gone deaf, waiting for your whispers to dance.

Come to me my nose is lonely, waiting for the tip your nose.

Come to me I am engulfed in the darkness, waiting for your halo's light.

Come to me I am lying awake on the bed, waiting for your arms pillow.

Come to me cheeks are going bland, waiting for the sugar of your lips.

Come to me the canvas of nails is blank,waiting for your colours to be splashed on.

Come to me the sand has only two foot in it's shrine, waiting for you to walk beside me.

Come to me my throat has gone tasteless, waiting for the taste of your tongue.

Come to me the bricks of my body are tumbling down,waiting for your cement.

Come to me my hair tips are splitting apart, waiting for your rock and roll.

Come to me my car is standing still, waiting for you to ignite the engine on.