Nights are mine

The night lengthens,

The plot thickens,

Oh morning breeze and splendours of the day,

You please my mind but you can’t take my heart away,

For matters of the heart hit a different way,

They bring you joy, at the same time leaving you in disarray,

Somehow it’s not forced, it’s your own undoing,

Be it the internal simmering or the incessant dreaming,

How does one even capture the mirth and yearning in a single frame?

If I could, I reckon I would be a poet..

Not a night dweller.

Ghazal:

दुनिया का ये रंग, और हम, दुनिया का ये रंग और हम…

कुछ होश नहीं है, सो रहे हैं, कुछ होश नहीं है, सो रहे हैं।

Translation:

This is the world’s way, although we,

Lost to the world, lie sleeping here.

Musings #005

I don’t talk much about you..I don’t like to. You are sparsely present in my life. Not in essence and yet hovering in back of my mind. Like salt is to a dish we can say. When I think about it I realize that you..you were a novelty episode. Something I didn’t stumble across before. That I couldn’t relate to from past. And so you struck me like a bolt. There or not, you arouse a whole new dimension of emotions inside me: unprecedented, inexpressible and immensely fervent. Could I talk of you a little less? Sure. Could I think of you a little lesser? No. What’s to become of me? Now that I am tinted in your hues.