"The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection,and not fountain,to show them that we love them,not when we feel like it,but when they do"

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Saturday, December 18, 2010

Baby ur my Drug..

Baby you are my drug;
and i am addicted to you.
Be the addiction always,
i wish there is no one to rehabilitate.
This feeling of elevation,
lingering on forever in notions.
It gets me happy for a moment,
next turns all grey.
It happens i feel because,
the after-effects are validate.
Elucidating each pore in me,
you clear me through so well.
The prolonged headache after that,
gives me the pleasure of pain;
of having to suffer,
and know it's a relation.
The stop of beats,
with the speedballs*.
Kicking me deep inside.
And i am addicted to you;
baby you are my drug.

*"Speedballs" are a deadly combination of cocaine and heroin

Thursday, December 16, 2010

It flies away..

Catch it;
it vanishes.
Hold it;
it evaporates.
Touch it;
it powders.
Race it;
it outdoes.
Follow it;
it haunts.
Live it;
it's eternal.

It always flies away..only thing that remains is the memory of the times..

In the Magical Island


She lies here in the island of her magic,
staring at the solitary being above.
No stars today to illuminate the surround,
no fireflies dancing about.
The trees have been smitten by cold,
bare their branches hang in hope,
hope for the spring,
hope for the flowers,
hope for everything to become normal.
It can’t be so till the west wind plays,
the game that is started,
till it sees the finish line engraved.
Now it is winter,
and today is the present,
she muses to herself.
Making a shape in the air,
she has lost someone who meant so much,
she has hurt herself now so much.
Not to touch the trees with her magical light,
glooming the surround.
Aren’t happy the stars know her,
chose to be in shelter,
of the black clouds dispersed.
she sighs, a drop of tear falls;
she is lonely without the feel;
feel she has been engulfing,
for so long it seems disappeared.
Tattered are her hopes.
Shattered are the mirrors of dream.
Clinging to the moment,
she curls up in deep.


A warmth is spread with that curl,
she checks in her heart;
and smiles out of belief.
The presence of feel,
has shifted its place.
She waves her magic wand,
blessings innumerous pour out,
the trees dance together,
the stars steer off the clouds,
the gloomy moon,
shines outright,
Merriment song the birds chirrup,
no matter it’s the night above.
She prances in joy the whole island.
Fireflies gift her with a jeweled tiara.
Kissing her heart,
she rejoices in the wonder.

Monday, December 13, 2010

I'll never change for you..


Covering in caressing silence,
flowing with deep movements,
undoing each knot in its way,
listening to each beat of heart,
missing the traveling play of art.
Abrupt presence is realized,
i turn back you vanish from sight.
I can see your shadow from behind.
Playing the game of hide and seek,
i get hold of you in some moments brief.
Your atrocious smile and my infectious laughter,
greeting in such a longtime after.
Adorned in grand black robe,
you take me in you.
Ruling the night while the moon is aglow.
Howl of the wolf besides rendering a change.
Mixing with each pore of your,
I stand like your shadow,
never to be apart.
A kiss placed on the nape of my neck,
Vampire's streak is back to reign.
Oozing stream of crimson beads,
each drop grips my soul bit by bit.
Whole process of change ends up,
Now i am you and you are me,
But i will always be your Aid to forever please..

-Alcina


Saturday, December 11, 2010

जष्न-ए-रंजिश का

रंजिशे पुरानी है हमारी मोहोब्बत से ,
दर्द दिए है हमेशा इस भ्रम ने |
हम पहचान सके थे उससे , 
फिर ये ऐसा रक्तिम लहू बहता है क्यूँ | 
स्फटिक था सब निगाहों के दर्पण में ,
फिर भी धोके में जी रहे थे |
सच सामने था हमारे ,
फिर भी इस बिचारे दिल को गम दे रहे थे| 
उस धोकेबाज़ी के खेल ने; उससे हरा दिया| 
जुदा हुए हमसे वो ,
फिर उन्हें मोहोब्बत का अघाज़ हो आया |
शीशे से चकनाचूर दिल ,
बटोरने चले वो हमारा |
उनकी बाँहों में पूरा होकर, 
दम हमने वहीँ तोड् दिया |