On cloud nine

A magical carpet
Is surely better
Than wings.
For then I can even chill
Right in the sky
Amidst the clouds.
And also give a life
To those I like
Right beside
On cloud nine.
I will make the moon
Sit beside
With waves upon its surface
Love on rise.
And together
We gonna travel
Round around
The tiny earth
Beyond it
Through entire universe.
And we gonna expand
So much so
That we will be
One band.
One energy.
One sound.

A magic carpet
Is surely better
than wings.
But that doesn't mean
I can't have
Both of them.
Where one is being
Created by me.
The other is creating me.
And yet there is no difference
We are all one energy.
One is full of imagination
The other is
Built by dreams.
Together they complete me.
And we all prance
To one complete swirl
Like that belley
Of a ballerina
The revolving skirt
And the trinklets
Of an anklet.
Round goes the earth.
And my hearth.

A magic carpet
Is surely better
Than wings.
For one can be easily
Multiplied
The other
Can only be regrown.
And that takes effort
Also time.
While one is magical
The other
Super natural.

A magic carpet
Is surely better than
Wings.
Yet
I will have both.

Distant blood relations

We maynot have shared
Our childhood
Maybe we are poles apart
I sometimes try to figure you all out
Like you as real persons
Only to realise
I don't even know
Some of yours'
Full names.
There are noticable differences
Intentions, mentality
Conduct.
But the genes
They never lie.
The things we like
The way we speak
Reactions, expressions.
Distant blood relations.
I wish we were closer
So much so
To be better than born
Of a common womb.
But then
We haven't shared childhood
Neither we have been together
In ups and downs
Pains and pleasures.
I don't even know your full names
Leave apart your favorite color, music.
Your fears.
We are but freshers.
Is it too late
To begin afresh?
Now that we have all
Grown old and mature.
Now that we know
That whatever happened
Happened.
And no matter what
We do share the blood
The genes.
Let me introduce myself to you
Will you be open too?
But then I don't even know
Yours' full names.
Would you too take a step
And grow beyond names.
There is so much in common
To ignore.
Also the differences
In core.
But Isn't love
Supposed to conquer?
Would you too take a step?
But there you stand
In pretentions and egos
Smiling in front of cameras
Doubting still in core.
Or maybe we are
But mirror reflections.
Remember
The same blood?
Aah! It is all
Just too much to ignore.
I wish for a utopia!

The sculpture

The sculpture
Needs to be perfect.
No seriously
I have had
Too much of abstract.
Now it should be
Just perfect.
The right color
The right shape.
It has to be unique
Can't be otherwise.
But solid
With a potential
To grow on.
As better.
But exactness now
Has to happen.

Seek

What do I seek
That come here
Again and again.
None to catch on with
None that I miss
But I am here
Again.
Looking aghast.
Had to walk
Just to reach.
But am here
Again.
Quest for unknown.
Past maybe.
Or maybe future.
Who knows.
While this becomes
My present.
And I sit here
Again.
What is it
That I seek
And come here
Again and again?

Why this clinging

Why the creed

For what?

The time is gone.

So is I

Of the past.

This is present

A new I.

Gotta embrace it.

Novel.

Or maybe recycled.

Gotta hold on to it.

The present.

Yell

I will yell out loud
Scream to my core.
Will break all chains.
Tear all my clothes.
Will destroy everything.
Jump from the topmost height.
Deep down into an ocean.
Will whirl and churn.
Will dance till the
End of the world.
All lights will be fused.
Dark will be
The new theme.
Red and black.
Sword and blades.
Cyclone.
Whirlwind.
Dark trance.
I will yell.

Turning Platinum

One day I will cross
All these borders.
Also seas.
And oceans.
Like a golden streak
Of sun
Reaching moon
Turning platinum.
Reaching earth.
Bit by bit.
Like a lover.
Oh I will love you
Dear earth.
Every ounce of you
Will be your shell's pearl.
Before becoming
Raw side of it.
And be rock, sand
And water.
Will merge with it all
And be your pearl.
The love
I can feel it.
Jumping out of me.
So deep
So drunk
To the idea
Of loving you.
So dark
With shiver.

I will bath you
With my silver.
Will dive into you
To your deep most hearth.
With all my love.

One day
I will cross
All borders.
Also seas.
And oceans.

Got to heal

I got to heal myself
I am strong.
Like a bolt
of lightening.
Only dimmed slow.
But the flame remains
Kindled inside
Like an amber
Of fire.
I will burn
So much that I
Live again.
Fully aflame.
Blazing
Like burning woods
Cut and tortured
By centuries.
Repressed and kept inside
Through layers of
Epiphanies.
I will burn
Like those woods
With a windy fire.
And I will spread around
Burn everything
To the point
Of regeneration.
And will rise
From my very own ashes.
The tail caught
By a mouth -
Eager and waiting.
I got to heal myself.
I am strong.
Like a bolt of
Lightening.

I got to embrace

All that anxiety
All that desire
The greed
The need
The worry
to reach somewhere
Be something..
For what?

I got to embrace
The person that I am
The good and bad
The unique
Self of mine.
Maybe I was running
From the person that I am.
Trying to reach
An illusion.

Well,
I am that too.
The famous.
The red and blue.
But this is also I
Where I am
One amidst crew.

Yeah! I stand out
In my own unique way
Subtle yet loud
My own swag
My own way.

And I got to embrace it
This life of mine.
The usualness
Which is natural
And crazy.
I
And the people who love me
Regardless and despite
Of all that comes with me.
If none other pitches in
Yet I stand
For myself.
I got to embrace it
The crazy I
The unique me
I who is different
I who is same
I got to embrace it
This I in all names.

I wish to die

What to do?
Where to go?
Should I kill myself?
Should I just flow?
But the water is still.
And heart so heavy.
It's been so long
An eternal waiting.
Patience is giving up
So is the strength.
Fuck you life
Still I got to stand.
Why are people born?
Why the agony called life?
Why this whole ordeal
Of a living hell?
Why the names and blames
The human clan!
The dumb chains
So frustrated themselves.
What should I do?
Where should I go?
Should I die?
Should I just flow?
But where and how?
I wish to die
Any how.

Empty hopes

Hopes that build on
Desires
That feed on
The imagination
And thoughts.
The weather
Only makes it
Complicated.
And the strength
The wild spirit
It all adds on.
Empty hopes.
Fuel is what
The fire requires.
Hopes that build on.
Desires that feed on
Imagination
And thoughts.

Leaving the kiss - midway

His lips still warm
With the moist touch
Wavering at a slight touch.
Arms still ready
To hold.
Legs all charged
To wrap around.
Heart thumping hard
Pounding
Millions of emotions.
Face juggling amidst
Many expressions.
Fingers aching to run down
The skin.
Leaving a kiss
Midway.

No following!

Be your raw self
Inhibited
Free.
Challenging society
The norms
The normality.
Just be.
No limits.
No trends.
No following.
Rawness will shine
From beneath.
Challenge
The customisation.
The lines.
The demands.
Just be.
The raw self.
Free.

Life of a model

It's all about
Those five minutes
Of performance.
The world may break loose
Before and after.
You maybe a no one
At all other times.
It is in show
You gotta be fine.
The right emotion
Delivered
With right expression.
In that one minute to fame.
On ramp.
In gallery.
In a photograph.
Where you are
A name.
Inside
A whirlwind may run.
While in performance
Everyone is a Hun.
You gotta smile
And walk by
And say Hi
And keep upstide.
The posture!
The gestures.
Everything
Gotta be
Fine.
A show must go on.
The twinkle may sell on.
What is lost
Is the soul.
The feelings.
In a dark hole.
Gradually
Becoming stone.
One by one.
Piece by piece.
What is repressed
Is love beneath.
Shrouded with the lights
Of smile
And postures.
And fame.
A name.

Ravongla trance

It's a blue moon
With a plant
As a white silhouette.
Birds flying out of it
Are black.
Together they make yin yang
Only in abstract.
The moon has come down
Just for me
In a valley
Full of trees.
Freedom flows
In chains
So free
So named.
Trunks glorify the place
Thick ones
All around.
The moon has come down
Just for me.
Amidst the trees
Through a path
It simply flows.
Into silver waves
Bubbling across the valley.
Carrying beauty, power, bliss.
Filling hearts
With gratitude.
The moon
It is so close.
Upon a throne of
Banana leaves.
I can see it
Through a ferns net.
From the womb
It glows
So bright
So filtered.
Like a yin and yang
Completing the picture.
The clouds wait
With open arms
In a dark night sky
Carrying a silver line.
The leaves
On the dark trees
Rise up
Shining with love
Towards the sky
Along with moon
Right in their palms.
Shading it mildly
With a captivating charm.
The moon has come down
Just for me.
Off you go moon
Let everyone under you
Sit.
Bless all
With love and peace.
Rain down
In silver streaks.
It's a silver sky
With silver clouds beneath.

Sikkim! Thou are so woman like!

The blue sky and lakes
Offer endlessness
The eternity.
The gigantic mass of
Forest
Welcomes with nurture.
Aah! The eternity of it
To flow with flow
Like the river
Which everywhere sits.
Teesta Teesta!
Look!
The waterfalls.
The snowy purity.
The flowery shroud.
It keeps going
The wonder ride.
Flora with fauna
The variety of it.
The chaos!
Working its way around.
Right beside.
The magic flows
Deep into the mind.
Heart shrills
With the tediousness
And dreaminess of it.
Magic land indeed
Amidst it
I sit.
So beautiful, so powerful,
Rain and landslides.
So challenging, so peaceful
So full of rough roads
With warmth & joy
Most of the times.
So crazy, so moody,
So at one with self.
Also with fragmented rhymes.
Sikkim!
Though are so woman like.

Night in Lachen

Rain in night
with river in ears.
Trip of a beautiful memory
Continues here
Amidst fireflies
And the reflection of light
In the shape of an arrow
Made up of glowing dots
Upon a tin shed of a roof
Below many flags
Of chi
Bathing in rain and
Yellow light.
The arrow points towards
Just this direction.
And right beside
Are two thrones
Made up of
Not bricks
but ancient rocks.
The mountains make
Their presence felt suddenly.
Gigantic
Behind these modern
Constructions.
The trees glow like two
Making love, dancing
Amidst thousands of trees
In the background
Who had met (me)
Just this evening.
I look at the
Glowing fireflies
I dance
To the tune of night.
The tree connection
Blooms in the closed eyes.
I open them
And meet fireflies.

Flutters in my soul

If only
I could have
Sent you a kiss
An embrace
My craving face.
If only I could have
filled you
Deep inside
My every pore.
Your name
It gives me shudders
The unsaid
Connection.
Teenage flutters.
Way beyond relations
Or names
Or meeting
But your name.
Aah! The unsaid
Flutters in my soul
Your name
Still bathing
In rain
And coal.

Adios! Nature calling!

This - this excitement with a pinch of fear, this is orgasm for me. Travel again. Solo - the joy of it.
It will be a new place and ofcourse my very new journey. Heart is overjoyed. Like always - nothing planned. Not even packing done as yet. It's a spontaneous plan. And I will make it more random. Will just pack and leave - I love it this way.
Oh! In few hours I will be in a bus. And Tommorow somewhere in the lap of Himalayas. The weather today is so amazing. It already feels like a trip. Feels so so wonderful.

Leave but stay!

Leaving comfort zone
Sometimes becomes
Difficult.
Like you crave for the big change
You seek those tiny desires
And those mundane things
That were boring
Suddenly get
All your love
All your pain.
Like you wanna leave
Yet stay
In the same rhythm
The same red corner
Which has newly gained
A fresh string of
Blue clouds
And is breezy and rainy
After a long time.
The birds sing a special song
A new  beautiful moment
Full of love
Has to be left.
Will you stop?
The feet still know
Their way.
All charged up with
Emotions
With half pleasure
Half pain
You still keep moving.
The show must go on
The journey must continue.
Leaving comfort zones
Sometimes
Becomes difficult.

Between Haves and Have nots

To buy freedom to do anything
I got to sell my freedom itself.
Discipline, control, time -
are their demands.
In return I'll get money
To buy the things I require
The places I wanna go to
The activities I wanna get into.
Alas! All without time.

No, work is not enough.
Neither meeting deadlines.
Nor my efficiency or skills.
They want to enslave.
My entity - they wanna kill.

I'm supposed to write an essay
Upon why I'm fit for the job.
But, I'm not.

I can't lose myself
In The process.
Can't lie in lieu of excess.

Then I stroll in the expensive mall
Halting at occasional stalls.
Observing a clear divide
Between haves & have nots.
The lights sparkle upon -
Nails being polished,
Perfumes being tried,
Kids building walls of sponge,
Smooth clothes hanging around.
I observe.
Wonder, Is it want or need!
How much of it do I want?

I've been there, done that.
I can be there again.
Drinking in the cool cafes
Buying the ravishing stilettos

I enter a book store.
Window shopping is against
My ethics.
But, books are books.
They offer ideas
Even by the cover page.
I get into a multitude
Of emoticons, ideas, seeds.

I think of a novel -
My novel.
I wonder, will it be a hit?
But that's not how am writing.
It's more to do with
What my heart wants from it.

Will I get old and never really
Live it?
Aah! Life seems so trivial
Like often.
Keep running behind money
Till time outruns you.
All I want is something
Real creative.
Something huge
Not just money.
Not just a 'that's it!'

Wanna buy freedom
With freedom.
Wanna propogate time
With time.
While loving and living
Every moment
That I live.
Breathing nature,
Creating, evolving,
Contributing to the larger good.

And not just sell a product
Or simply make profit.
But to leave an impact
In the society
With beauty, art, creativity.
With no limits, no boundaries
No school like attendence
No stereotypical limitations.

But an amoeba-like
Free society.
Ready to go abstract.
Together, connected,
Supporting each one
Like a unit as a whole.
Like we not I.
The free we.
Limitless, boundless.
Artistic and abstract.