Intezar

Socha ki yeh likhoon,
socha ki woh likhoon.
Socha ki uske baare likhoon,
uski hansi ke baare likhoon.
Socha ki tumhare baare likhoon,
tumhari aankhon ke baare likhoon.
Socha ki apne dil ke baare likhoon,
koi ek paheli aaj suljhaon.
Par kambakhat dil saath
hi nahin de raha.
Koi baat nahin,
hum intezar karenge.
Tab tak Ghalib ki ghazal
yaad karenge.

It's a friends birthday too. Happy Birthday sweetheart.

Another Nobel Please

" My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse"
- Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the time of cholera

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For the record.
On this joyous occasion of me flunking law school I celebrate.

Of life and beauty

He talks to boss and he looks at me. He talks to boss and he looks at me. He talks to boss and he again looks at me. He is the prosecution side, we're the defence. He is old, grey haired. Not all grey but plenty.

You're old, very old. Thirty five years older or so. I wonder what you're thinking. Your days gone by or what.

His eyes are crystal clear. Like Ice. He wears beige sandals. His heels are cracked, surprisingly. Very cracked. He wears a silver watch. He wears his hair three fourth to the right and one fourth to the left. If you saw him you'd fear the wind'd ruffle his hair. You'd fear that a speck of dirt lie on his spotless white shirt. The whitest in the whole damn court. Nice trouseres he wears. He walks with his arms away from the body, not the macho man kind, but very funny. He is not that smart, not like boss wiseset. He is CBI though.

When boss leaves, I sit there staring at him as he speaks. I look at him writing poetry in my mind.

Nice. Very nice. Very very nice.

I beg

Tied to you.
So tied to you.
I find my joy
and it's real.
Then I think of you,
and then nothing matters
but you.
It happens again
and again
and again.
I love you
and so I'm tied.
And so be it.

Be with her.
Or forget her.
Or just love her in peace.
Or find somebody else.
Unlock your door.
Find your peace.
Free yourself.
Put out the fire.
Sail away.
Live, because
I want to live.

The lawyer goes to court

Second Day

So, you reach there before anybody else. While they're still cleaning the place and before the corridors are filled with the men in black. Before they're chewing beet all over the place.
You walked all the corridors, peeped every door; the work is yet to begin. Yesterday they told you they hear bail applications early in the mornings. But no sign of any such thing. No sign of the criminal and no sign of the almighty.

You're glad to be on your own, exploring the place. But you know that's not how you will feel when work has begun and when it's all so crowded.

You walked all over, nothing to do now. Time to go back, duty calls. Court No. 10. And you wonder how you're ever going to be a lawyer, now that you've understood how it works. Yoy wonder who's going to make you a lawyer. Damn you. You will be a lawyer if you live that long and you'll be one as long as you want. Alright!! You hear that!!!!!!

Sail Away Sweetheart...

Do you know what it is to run with fear, with tears running down your cheeks. When you run like that, you probably run faster than you've ever run before, but you're unaware of how fast you're running because all you know at that moment is fear.

You're far away somewhere, by yourself, doing your thing when someone comes and tells you, he is going away, he is sailing away, he is leaving. Forever. He is sailing away to a place far away in a few minutes and you'll probably never see him again. No, not probably, you'll surely never see him again. You stare back as you're told, all of it sinking in slowly and then you turn around and run. Run faster than you've ever run before. Your heart beating wild and tears running down your cheeks. He is going away forever and what if you don't get to see him one last time. You run through the crowded market and the streets. Unaware of everything that's around. Everything is a blurr and all you can hear is you speak to yourself.

Finally you reach the harbour. You see the ship all set to sail. The whistle is yet to blow. The place is so crowded, you push ahead. Looking for him. And there you see him. On the deck holding the railing looking at the town, probably saying his last goodbye. He isn't smiling, he's just calm. He is finally sailing away to live his dream, live his life, find his peace. You see him there and you smile. The tears have finally stopped and your face feels cold. You're happy to see him there, sailing away to live his dream and so what if it was the last time you ever saw him. He'd be happy, living his dream. You never wanted more, did you, c'mon.

He stands there totally unaware that you'd come to see him one last time. Unaware how much you love him. Unaware how happy you are for him. Unaware how wild your heart was beating while you ran. Unaware how much you bloody loved him.

But somehow now none of it seems to matter. He is sailing away. The whistle blows. He still doesn't look at you. You stand still, looking at him. Your whole life, your whole world in that one moment. He does'nt look. And the ship sails away.

You stand there a while. And when everyones left you turn to leave. You turn around and walk back smiling, all the way that you had come running. You tell people your squirrel eyed boy finally sailed away.

Maybe you'd meet somebody else, not squirrel eyed like him for sure. Maybe you'd love somone the same way again. Maybe. But none of it matters now. Who knows you'd come under a motorcar the day after he sails away. As long as you're happy and living life your way with this "senseless passion" of yours.

Your Squirrel eyed boy sailed away, And you lived happily ever after......

Sigh.. :)

The Prince

I saw him other day,
the prince dressed in royal pink.
I shrunk my eyes
he shrunk his eyes.
And how did it matter who was
facing the sun as long
as we shrunk our eyes.

The Sun,
the wind,
his hair.
Then he smiled,
the way he smiles.
Like he just discovered the most
beautiful thing each time he smiles.

On that sunny afternoon he
looked like the most
beautiful thing, ever.