In Love with Love

I am in love with the idea of love

With all it's fuzz and mush

In love with your dreamy eyes

Staring without a rush

Of hands which touch so tender

And melt my heart within

Of kisses that curl my toes

And leave me with a grin

I am in love with pearly dreams

That becon me at daybreak

Lacing my half closed eyes 

With a fuzzy dreamy drape

The smile which plays on my lips

While twirling tendrils of hair

Darkening the tiny mole beside

My kohl softened stare

I am in love with the flitter-flutter

Of my skipped heartbeat

The softeness of lacy napkins

Left on-purpose by your seat

That zingy feel of skin on skin

When our fingers entwine

Steadying my deliberate stumble

With your hands holding mine

The soft sound of caught breath

Disguised quickly as a cough

The dance of sensual eyes

Hidden behind a shaky laugh

Oh, I am in love with the idea of love!

Poor you won't stand a chance

Unless you dream my dreams

And drown in my rosy romance !

Broken

You left me broken

Bent out of shape

Perfect demeanor 

Disturbed. Agape

You left me in pieces

all over the place

Sculpted life gone

Without a trace

Tortured thoughts 

hit rough and hard

We are way better

Far far apart

Why then, why ?

I long for you again

To be broken once more,

doused in pain.

The pull of memories,

Your eyes on me

That tender smile,

for me to see

I scour the crowd

Searching your face

Every line, every sinew

Fanning my craze

I pray for a life

Out of sight

I pray for death

The only respite

Of Yellow Shirts in Coffee Shops

I hate yellow shirts

and black coffee

with soggy paper straws

The swirly red stripes

on the soggy straw,

A reflection of my mind

Going around in circles

spewing nonsensical words...

Awkward. Awkward.

Mind is cotton wool

not a thread connects

to my tongue

My eyes refuse to rise

and meet yours

I twirl the straw

It's been years since

I saw you

Felt your eyes on me

The hug is lopsided

soft and tender.

Awkward. Awkward.

It's time to go

I say goodbye

my heart torn

'Will say this' and 'will do that'

stands Unsaid, Undone

The tender hug is back

I feel lost

I feel spent

I wasted time, wasted words

I hate yellow shirts

and black coffee

with soggy paper straws

दो पल मिले

Wallet साफ़ करते हुए 
कान का एक बूंदा मिला 
कभी जल्द बाज़ी में डाल दिया होगा 
उस pocket में जो कभी खुलता नहीं 

तुम ने पहना था वो बूंदा 
कान में चुभा था 
घर जाते हुए, उतार के दे दिया था मुझे 

उसी बंद pocket में 
हमारे रिश्ते के दो पल ...बंद पड़े थे जाने कब से 

आज यूँ ही सफाई करते हुए...
वही दो पल मिले.....

- पीयू 

Flash

Over a cup of tea, on a day trudging along

with a few muddled thoughts and vestiges of a song,

I rush rush rush, just about getting by,

when out of nowhere in my minds eye,

flashes the face of a friend long lost.

A forgotten name, thoughts not crossed

for many many years. Hidden, gathering dust

like the crevices of a marble bust

sitting in a library of memories, 

full of yellowing leaves of bookish trees.

The face is warm like my cup'o'tea

the smile roguish, winking at me

The day of rush, power charged

Stops, smiles, and warms the heart.

Battle Scars

The mind wins

The battle as old as life

The scars unseen

The voice is steady

The smile in place

As bright as it's been

Work gets done

Life goes on

Just as always 

People just see

What's shown to them

On that smiling face

The eyes gleam

Tears hardened

To a shining spark

Crowd turns to look

As she walks on

Life's chosen path

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The heart beaks

Into a million pieces

Without a sound

Not a scar to be seen

Not a scream

Not a single frown

The mind wins

The eyes dry

No tears cried

The heart dies

Loveless

Slowly inside.....

Your Face

It's just in your head

You often said

Get out and see

The reality instead

It's not real, these

stories you weave

You are viewing the world

Through a rosy sieve

Reality is cruel

It's harsh, it's hard

What's there in your head

Is miles apart

Don't hold on to stuff

Let the past go

Life is running by

While you are going slow

Move on move on move on

It's all in your head

Just wring the heart dry

Let go of regret

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I listen to you and

Breathe in my sighs

I search for reality

Behind closed eyes

Stories in my head,

roll down my cheek.

Reality chokes the voice,

my feelings seek

I try to shake it away

Erase every trace,

But behind my closed eyes

It is still your face....

मैंने तुम्हें माफ़ किया.....

इक उम्र गुज़ारी है मैंने 

तुम्हारे बिना तुम्हारे इन्तेज़ार में 

सौ दर्द जमा किए हैं 

टूटे हुए दिल-ए-बेज़ार में 

उन अनगिनत बातों के लिए 

जो तुमने मुझसे कही ही नहीं 

उन प्यार भरे लम्हों के लिए 

जो हमने साथ जी ही नहीं 

कल जो वादा किया है तुमने 

पल भर साथ निभाने का 

उस वादे के दायरे में,

कल आऊंगा कहकर भी 

ना आने के लिए,

जाओ आज से ही 

मैंने तुम्हें माफ़ किया.....

Reunion

And just like that

The heart beats faster

The pulse is racing

The lips smile

And just like that

Clouds of memories

Remind of things 

Forgotten for a while

And just like that

The eyes are wet

And lids are heavy

With 'what ifs' and 'whys'

And just like that

The thoughts are restless

Difficult to rein in

Inspite of  tries

O' Devil O' Devil

Why did you come

To mess my mind,

To tug my heart

O' Devil O' Devil

How could you stay

So many miles away

So long apart.....

Faith

There is a man on a bike

holding a big mirror.

In a traffic that rushes ahead,

He sees just himself.

Vehicles rush to him

Overtaking him , never touching.

He keeps looking at himself 

In the sea of vehicles.

His purpose is defined

to hold his reflection steady,

as the road vibrates

with the weight of the evening rush

His world is limited to his reflection 

blocking the driver

out of his sight.

Moving just on faith

Much like my faith.

All I see is my reflection 

which I hold steady, oblivious

to the universe driving me.

Tea with Friends

Sitting with my friends 

O'er a cup of tea

We stirred our hearts

And opened up to see

Not a pretty sight

Those hearts of hush

With scars and scabs

And mulch and mush

I saw some tears

Some grit, some stone

Some struggles and fear

Of fighting it  alone

Then I saw some red

Of passion and love

I saw how it smoothed

All things rough

I saw the love snuff out

The fires of fears

I saw the love heal

The scars and tears

Wonderful thing it is,

My steaming cup of tea

Showed me all the love

I needed to see