The Octopus

Dark, rainy and cold! No I am not talking about the weather here.

We are born, we grow up, we move out of our parents houses, we start to make our own lives. Sometimes in that process, we fell apart. What do we do? We get up, we move on. We move on to our next destination and try to make the best of it. But what if, if the old life keeps catching up to you, keeps wrapping you in its arms like an octopus does to its prey. What if, if this suffocates you, makes every breath you take, heavier by the moment.

What do you do? Specially if the life at the moment is what you have been wanting for a while. It is all around you, the life that you have been wanting, but you can't live it, because the the grip of the Octopus is too strong for you to get loose. What do you do then? Let go of your breadth? Let go of all the difficulties you went through to just calm it down? Give away to despair and hopelessness?

The answer is NO. You have to keep fighting. You are a warrior if you fight even in the face of defeat. You sit down, gather your crumbles, and get up again and again and again. You fight every step of your way, if you have to. Use that big brain of yours, get some sun, breathe some fresh air and fight again. That is what Life is, I guess.

Trapped

He undressed and his scars visible,
She touched them, felt them and held the pain in her touch or tried to
He pierced his gaze into hers
His soul flew past the pretty face and her dark black eyes.

Scars, scars, deep within,
The source of her silence.
Scars and scars, deep within.

He extended his arms to touch
She closed her eyes and turned away
Her soul trapped in the shackles of her past,
Her scars guarding the castle.

But he knew.
Clouds will part and there will be stars.
He awaits for the stars,
To touch the scars, to gaze into her soul.
The moon will rise and the only darkness there will be, will be in her coiffures.

He waited and waited.
And she returned.

Bathed in silver of moon,
Naked, she stood.
Her scars and her screams exposed,
Breaking the walls of her castle.

Naked, she stood, locked in his arms,
He conquered her fears and she in turn took his pain.
 Amidst the moon and the stars,
Their souls United, danced among the stars.

He gazed into her eyes and she trapped his soul.

Saurabh.

Honeymoon in Venice!

Lost is my sight, in the vanishing smoke,
In my imagination I could be anything, I was not.
I dream of white shores and a fire pot,
I roam with hippies and I am broke.
 

Loose is my grip, over the sands of time,
Is there, life beyond this shine,
The smell of barbequed fish and wine?
I lost a lot, in my prime.

Gone is the wind, which carried her smell,
She still mocks me, on her honeymoon in Venice.
Blinded by her spell, I walked into the hell,
I am pinned, in my loneliness.

Lingering are my thoughts, in the mist and Rain drops,
The earthly scent and yellow, red, blue blooms.
The winter passed and the spring sobs,
There is still hope, across these catacombs.

Saurabh.

Far from Home

Painted in multi-color,
I wanted to sue the host,
but I ain't a lawyer.

Aroused by the massage,
I wanted to marry the lad,
but I ain't taking that passage.

Drowned in the cookie,
I wanted to speak,
now, its all a blur.

Am i sleeping or its a deep blue sea?
Please, see past the waves,
I am more than just a fantasy.

The weed hasn't kicked in yet,
smoke's not cleared,
guess what - I am winning every Poker lot.

The ride, with slow brakes, is hard to steer,
Its Jack's car, life ain't so different,
if accompanied by a Belgium beer

The road is smooth, and the lane is set,
yet, there are warm clouds,
Its Nelly's smoke, life ain't like that.

I guess, 'm far from home,
though, it feels like home,
the blue sky and the warm sun,
Nelly and Jack, with a bun.


Saurabh.

Road Trip

On the foggy window glass,

In the snow that raw,

My finger rubbed past the dew,

To catch a glimpse,

Of fog and benumbed,

Outside of the car window.

My eyes desire a little sunshine,

My skin, a little warmth.

Ears urge for her chirping,

Lips, the touch of hers,

Hands, a stroke in her hairs,

Body, to have a shadow besides hers.

The sun shined shyly over the meadows,

To hide back in clouds,

As if it kissed the snow - a good foggy day.

Conifers stand tall, covered in snow as if a white ghost,

Sailing with the wind, snow shifted -revealing a green arm,

Only to muddle the sleeping fox beneath.

Relishing in my state- haywired,

A smile played on her, if only, for an instant,

to leave me mortified.

My devotion for her- untouched.

Masked, my feelings rattled,

Green eyed- I explode.

Saurabh.

Letting go!

The toys, that broke,

The promises those never fulfilled,

Deals, that never closed,

The walks those ceased,

Life is, but, an act of letting go.

The memories, that soaked,

The straw u wanted,

The umbrella, that reverted,

The leg that limped,

Life is, but, an act of letting go.

The nail bites that never healed,

The bite, that resembled a kiss,

The tears that never stopped,

the breaths with steady sobs,

Life is, but, an act of letting go.

Conversations, those abrupted,

'coz of the gleam in your eyes,

Future, that went awry,

All, but is an illusion,

Life is, but, an act of letting go.

Tak.

Anamika

आँखें खुली  नहीं  थी अब तक
तीन अंगुल बराबर सी थी
नन्हे से हाथ और
नन्ही सी उन पर अंगुलियां
नन्ही सी थी, मेरी बच्ची

निकट वाले कक्ष में
अब भी मेरी अपनी, उलझी थी ज़िन्दगी मौत की कश्मकश में
इस नन्ही को फिर एक बार देखा
कहीं दूर थी ये तो
ज़िन्दगी की जद्दोजेहद से

निकट कक्ष में, समीप मेरी अपनी के
दिन रात में और रात दिन में विलीन थे
चैन की एक सांस थामने को अरसा हुआ था
दिन ऐसा ही कोई, परिचारिका ले गयी
वहां जहाँ एक नहीं, दो नहीं, कहीं से नवजात, नन्हे थे

फिर थाम, मेरी नन्ही को
अपनी नज़र में भर कर
कुछ ठहर कर, ज़िन्दगी को भूल कर
उसे निहारा, फिर सराहा, मैंने शायद पहली बार
होले से मेरी अनामिका को उसने भर लिया मुठी में अपनी

मेरा ही अक्स, मेरी ही परछाई
मैंने प् लिया, जैसे मेरे जहाँ को
पलख उसने भी उठाई मेरी और
समझ न पाया मैं, की क्या वो मुस्कुराई
जान मेरी, मेरे जिस्म से उसमे पिरो गयी

 अद्भुत, दिव्य है
कोमल सी है
मेरी नन्ही परी
मेरा ही अंश
मेरी बच्ची !



सौरभ।