Alive

A wild flower
orphaned by a tree,
fell and lay still

Dressed in droplets
the pink feels like satin

A tired clock
beaten by routine
moves in circles

Clicking its way through
a redundant journey

A blasphemous sentence
hated by the sane
ignored by the rest

It sums up the divorce
of luck and life

The flower
rests in peace and beauty

The clock
is racing itself to death

The sentence
was crucified by the sane

But hey!
Did you notice?

I'm still Alive!

Ek Raat Ki Kahaani

Kabhi raat ki khamoshi mein
hawa ka shor ghul jaata hai
toh woh raat badi nam ho jati hain

Aasman ko raat se shiqva hai
raat ki vajah se subah mit jaata hai
Aur aasman ko khud se ladkar
har pehar apni shakl badalni padti hai

raat har din dhalne ka intezaar karti hai
aur har roz marne ki koshish karti hai

Aasman bas dekhta rehta hai
kabhi jab woh samajh jaata hai,
toh dar kar subah ki garmi mein
panah lekar raat ko mita deta hai

Par kabhi nazarandaaz kar
apni dhun mein woh bas
Subah ki zulfon se khelte hue
baadalon ko sajaata rehta hai

Kabhi woh shaam aayegi
jab raat mar chuki hogi
taare aayenge use dekhne

Aasman bada soona hoga...
taaron ke bina...
hogi toh bas,
subah ki garmi

An ode to JP

He likes to be five minutes early
He has no hair, neither straight nor curly
he is not thin...in fact, he's burly
Shivani, Harshal, Su & sherly
Shivani, Harshal, Su & sherly

He likes blue and he like red
"Break-even is all about opinions", he said
when he spoke, our ears bled
Jack, Jenny, James & Fred
Jack, Jenny, James & Fred

He says bathroom is not a place to sing
and the phone more than thrice shouldn't ring
he hates tying his shoe string
tring, tring, tring & tring
tring, tring, tring & tring

He loathes 'loosing' at Chess
his website and blog are a total mess
Whats his name...can you guess???
JP, Yes Yes!!
JP, Yes Yes!!

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Poests' note: We are vaaary haaaappy inside & inside to have come up with this masterpiece.
This astonishing piece of poetry is dedicated to Ham 'Birdy' Mallela for inspiring us thoroughly.

Of Murders

When a malicious smile
punches you...
like a speeding car
crushes a flower

When an honest confession
becomes an unpardonable crime...
a crime that warrants
no forgiveness and mercy

When a simple greeting
becomes a punishment...
for the sin forged
forcibly on your head

Then you know

You know
you are like a straw
standing against the storm

You know
facts don't matter

In this game of power,
both the king and the pawn
are powerless

They are but puppets

The one who defies orders
dies a nameless death

Witches can rhyme

What would the sky know
Of hot fire and cold snow?

How can the banks see
The violence below the sea?

What’s hidden; what’s shown
Can’t dress up the unknown

A themeless hollow tale
Gets boring and pale

So put away the pen
Think and maybe then

You would actually write
With all your might

I’m neither a witch nor an angel
Its all perspective and angles!

Yeah right Buzz off!!

Ah victory!

A pat
On the back
Waiting
Wanting
Deserving
And finally
Achieving
When all is
Stooped under
The ground
Elevating
Alleviating

Nothing!!!

A dozen hot ladies staring out of a calender
A dead phone waits to be revived
An old bottle with a torn note looks lost
A half filled bottle tries its best to seek attention
A newspaper looks on while epaper stares down at it
A huge screen tries not to confuse numerous profiles
A stack of useless papers search for their owner
A tray with assorted stationary uselessly lie in silence
A locked cupboard waits to be freed and filled
A cadillac zooms out of a shining wall paper
The fan swings making thunderous noise
The air smells of cigarette and my neighbour's perfume
2 dozen people work without a pause- walking talking
Multiple phones ring at atime creating a random symphony
A brown leather bag restlessly waits to be picked up
A colourful ganesh looks on as I type this nonsense
Sitting at my desk in Mudra, without any work
whiling away hours royally and doing absolutely Nothing!

Aas hai

Apne aashiyaanon ko kosta jaaye
Naye jahaan dhoondhta jaaye
Zameen se door bhaagta jaaye
Sawaalon ke ghere se bachta jaaye
Man yeh bavra udta jaaye
Khud se ladke haarta jaaye

Chand ki aas mein aasman chedta jaaye
Taaron ki chamak chod daag mangta jaaye
Din mein chaand chahta jaaye
Baadolon se ladte dhoop jhelta jaaye
Man yeh bavra udta jaaye
Apni chahaton ko boojhta jaaye

Kabhi Apni raftar se haar manta jaaye
Kabhi Pairon ki tezi ko haraata jaaye
Sukoon ki talaash mein bhatakta jaaye
Na milne par bechain, atakta jaaye
Man yeh bavra udta jaaye
Ruk ruk ke phir chalta jaaye

Aankhon ko pardon se dhakta jaaye
Din - raat mein fark bhoolta jaaaye
Bhatke jugnu ki tarah timtimata jaaye
Ujaale mein apni roshni jalaata jaaye
Man yeh bavra udta jaaye
Raaton ko andhera karta jaaye

Aas hai...
ke sawaalon ki rihaayi hogi
chahton ki vidaayi hogi
man saath raftar milayega
raat jalegi ; din bujhega

Come to my land

Come and I will take you home
Beauty rules this land
And I am, but an admirer

Ill take you to the garden of serenity
We'll watch the sun eat up the dew
We'll listen to birds singing in harmony

Come and I will take you along to paradise
Where abstract words become poetry
And tilted tunes become music

I'll take you to the lake, I call it peace
We'll spill some drink some splurge some
We'll read gathered verses, sing disjoint lines

Come and I will take you there
Where you and I could live
Walk waltz and move jazz

I'll take you to the naked moon
We'll crack the code and read the crates
Swallow the breeze and gather the stars

Come away to my land...

Dhoop

Aaj ki subah kuch udaas si hai
Hawa mein nami bhari padi hai
Pichli raat ke baarish ka saara paani
Shaayad aaj, subah ne sok liya
Ro-roke uski aankhen bhi sujh gayi
Dhoop laado na, phir ek baar...

The F word

Favours in friendship are fine..but friendship as a favour? Im not too sure of that...Favours...I have begun to hate the word now

Ruffles

Ruffles of thoughts bundled together

Thoughts of different colours and moods

Black takes me to an irretraceable dark hatred

Blue pushes me into the current of depression

Red visits in spurts along with a blast from the past

Green makes me wonder why I’m alone in a sin-city

Pink deserted me when I threw away my last pink gown

Maroon brings in a much required pinch of indifference

Lilac takes me into the world of new paths and now,

White is what appeals the most…blank, unattended and alone