Distance..

What does distance give a man,
But heartbreak, sorrow more than he can
Understand, or evaluate, or even feel 
Until he makes the devil's deal

And sells his soul, for just a chance
At togetherness, at another dance
Under moonlit sky, not just romance
But true love, and a single glance

 When miles and meters rack up high
And a broken heart begins to cry
Tears of blood, and a rending wail
That curses Fate's pen, that rusty nail...

But when at last, the twain do meet
Like jigsaw puzzles, that fit in neat
No words are needed, just a simple kiss
 And all's as before, like nothing amiss...

Some Dreams

Some dreams become memories,
Some lay waiting, quiet, in bed
Some are vague, and their vagaries
Are things, best left unsaid...

Some are vivid, colourful, drawn
Upon the day we spent, in struggle
Some are purely plain, yet born
Of some deep unsettling trouble

Some dreams are funny, some divine
Some, they dare us to cross that line
Between the truth, reality, and farce
Some just make us wish for the stars

And yet what dream remains, but vapour
Upon our misty, dreamy eyes at dawn
But for him who puts it down on paper
And for him, who lets it take shape, be born...

There are days, and then there are days
That I regret living, and a hundred ways
That could have made it better still
And yet I let sorrow have its fill

When I could have said words, that didn't hurt
Or been the better person that day
When I could have let ego, slither away
But instead I smeared my goodness with dirt

But there's so much pain, inside
And a growing typhoon of rage, so livid
And for how long will my emotions hide?
For what, just a few little words insipid?

My acid tears, within me burn, ever widening hole
Eating away, rotting what little is left of my soul
Some day, quietly, the volcano burst, will cool
Leaving me, a broken eggshell, like a fool...

Sometimes

Some times I think that while I'm here
I'll write a lovely song for you
But then I find that I don't need to
'Cos you can hear my heartbeat, singing, near
Sometimes I think that when I'm far
And I can see a lonely star
I know you're thinking of me too,
'Cos I know you love me, like I love you
Sometimes I wish that I could feel now
The touch of your hands, the kiss of your lips
Your gentle smile, the sway of your hips
The look in your eyes, one lifted eyebrow...
Sometimes, when we're together, yet still apart
It burns my soul, it breaks my heart
Then I know, I'll sing a song, like once before
To know I will love you, forever and more...

Chingaari un sholo ki...

Hamesha basanti ke saath hi aisa Kyu hota hai,
Kahi pe viru rota hai, kahi jai sota hai
kabhi Gabbar hasta hai, wahi thakur fasta hai
Wahi ramgarh hai, wahi dhanno hai, wahi Rasta hai

Jaha jaane jaaye, maano thode saste hai
Kaalia aur saambha, tab marte hai jab haste hai
Inaam ka khel, do haatho ka Mel
Holi ka rang, ek puraani rail....

Radha ki hasi,fir woh khoon ka kehar
Woh harmonium ki dhun, ek anokhi lehar
Chacha ka andhera, mausi ka basera
Woh tanki pe chadna, us Raat ka sawera....

Woh jailor ke mooch, woh scooter ka gaana
Woh sikka, jise har baar sach hai batana
Woh Sholay, woh angaarey, kya cheez thi janaab
Na kabhi bana tha, na banega, iska koi jawaab....

Rains

Sometimes, these days when I walk by
And when I look into the cloudy sky
There's electricity there, sizzling blue
"Shocking!", I say, its funny but true

These clouds, they gather round and wait
For a man who curses out at all the wetness
And drown him so, with drops of rain
Intruding, seeping, a perfect mess...

It gets into the shoes, and papers too
And bags and purses and mobile phones, new
And causes all around, mayhem, stress
When it ruins a perfectly good new dress

But it offers its moments, romantic, but few
And its stories, under an umbrella, of people two
And moments lost tracing a droplet, of rain
While sipping tea with biscuits, near a window pane...

Conversation with a friend...

me:
good night then to you my friend
the stars and the sky call out the hour
And the moon wails in luminescent yellow
Iridiscent bubbles, magnetic in its power

friend:
How then can I doze and dream
upon this mattress of grass, out here
When worries scar my brow, and in fear
My eyes well up, under the moonlit beam

me:
No matter it is, to worry into the night
For naught has come of anguish, give up
All that is dark, All that you dread
And wait for the morning’s gleaming light

friend:
Ah, This waiting, ’tis what kills, till morning has dawned
The hours, they do not tick away quick enough,
I hide under a blanket, yet, I get the chills
For I find darkness beneath, anddarkness beyond…

me:
Words, They do no good for the broken heart,
Nor are they balm for the burning soul
For what the heart wants, it wants
And nothing else can make it whole...