Girl

Whom do you think 
Is an uptown girl? 
The one with a perfect smile 
Or the one loaded with pearls? 
Should she be a pure beauty 
Or a lady poised and smart? 
Oh! how can you judge her 
Without listening to her heart? 

What do you expect 
out of your uptown girl? 
To guard her precious chastity 
Or to swing it loose in a whirl? 
What is in to classify her 
On grounds, feeble and lame? 
Its true that disrespecting her 
Can bring you doom and shame. 

Oh! why do you hope 
That your uptown chick, 
is there to worship you 
and to give your boots a lick? 
Why do you think 
she has no feelings and no heart 
and that in this wide world, 
she's got to play no part? 

And if she's not an uptown 
but a plain and simple country dame, 
Would you then mock her simplicity, 
causing her misery, hurt and shame? 
How simply can you disown her 
Shaking her off, like a withered feather? 
Leaving her all hapless and alone 
Out to fight the turbulent weather. 

A girl is just a girl, 
whether country or uptown, 
she keeps all her secrets buried, 
lying unsaid deep and down. 
Love her, you feel her 
deep in your body, flesh and veins 
And her love is build upon 
nothing that is profane, 
if you want to win her 
then let your spirit touch her soul 
and thou shall finally behold her, 
getting one with you as a whole!

Who Am I?

While I stood in front of a mirror, The figure that I beheld, asked me then, "What is it that you see in here?" To which I responded, "I see the one, Who is confident of her desires, Who knows how to distinguish, Between an inferno and a fire." I'm the one, Whom I see in there, A nobody in a lump of nothingness, Or a force prevailing everywhere. I can be everything that you want, I can be anything that will haunt, I make love to the one I love, Fierce as an eagle, and mild as a dove, I’m the whiteness of Peace and Solitude, I’m the redness of Love and Fortitude, I'm the vibrancy of every possible hue.   In me, you’d find darkness, savage and black, A bunch of evilness with some goodness that I lack. I might be a girl, a fun loving female, A devoted Hindu, whose piety will never fail, Call me a wheat-skinned, a Hindustani or an Asian, I’m simply a passionate, patriotic Indian. I’m different, I’m unique, and I’m non-pareil, I’m all that you don’t expect, Hiding underneath a veil, I’m like a bright day and a night that would appall, A hater of none, but a lover to all, I’m a void that is complete in its whole, A child, a lover, a human and a soul.

'tis maddening Love..!

We fight, And I’m so sick of this fighting, Hair tearing, screaming and crying, You hang up; I get weary of calling, On your cell phone, Again and again and yet again, Followed by those long, Sleepless nights. You’d never patch up, I crawl back to you, drenched in sobs, But this time, it had its extremes, When the tears were choked, And couldn’t flow like, The undeterred Ganges, I knew I couldn’t just yell at you, It would’ve taken a lot of courage, This time you hung up, And switched it off, My heart skipped a beat, My reason battled, to choose between, What could’ve been and what should’ve been, done then. I knew, that my love for you, Was at its strongest, Why did you doubt it then? Failing to understand any of these, I chose to go through the trial, To reaffirm,that I was yours, And that nobody else could, Ever conquer me, So I caught hold of a blade, And chose the most tender of all parts, And there I started carving out your name, Tender and soft, very near to my heart. Never did I imagine, myself to be, a masochist, But there was I, already becoming one, My hands, they trembled, As I tried to make gashes, On my own bare bosom, With every cut I cried out your name, And so did the red hot drops, That ran down my skin, It all went numb, and I felt nothing, With my eyes tightly shut, I beheld nothing but your face, With my hands only quickening, To execute, what I had never thought before, And then, there was pain, Excruciating, piercing, hurting, Finally, I opened my eyes, To look down at the trails of gore, But why then, did I want it even more? I found something ecstatic about it, Your crimsoned name in blood, Shone clearly against my pale skin, And the wounds could only cry out, “Beware! beware! For 'tis love, ‘tis love insane, at its maddening end.”

Her anathema

A troubled soul was she striving hard to come to terms with the murky times in which she existed the vile and wicked ways of those around disturbed her.   She sat motionless like a zombie Pale and cold Like the contemplating, placid and brooding   Obscurest bird of the darkest hour -an owl Or, like an irritated, blood thirsty Ugliest, meanest and the sinister most nocturnal creature of all -a bat     She thought she was becoming less of a human, bordering more on the savage side, plagued by a distinct kind of cannibalism that killed no human, but the very core called humanity.   Was it the world that had trespassed   all possible limits of sanity and rationality? Or, was it her who was not the right fit to the boggling puzzle called, Ghor Kalyuga:The twenty first century modern world, an era devoid of love and reason, Sans brotherhood, sans harmony, With a God nearly dead, and   festering, decaying humanity   She felt out of place A total misfit, a maladjusted, mentally molested moron in a mass of land where mindless men crawled   like hideous maggots.   For her,‘twas anachronism, A phenomenon that   took its  real shape in front of her striking her hard right in the face Breaking her teeth, making reality hard for her to chew, swallow and gulp down her throat.   She sat there cold under the light that refused to shine, that quivered, flickered and fluttered, teased her, it betrayed and vexed her. She locked herself   in a sado-masochistic room the dampness on the roof and on the walls the plaster that did crumple and fall the room stripped itself bare peeled its skin showing nude the dark, hollow, damp marks, they were green, black and brown, full of moss and the crumbling pieces   fell on her while she slept waking her up, in a fit of oblivious torpor the dampness of walls got stuck in her mind the foul smell, dark and distinct like burned soot or kohl in the dark brown Indian eyes.   The room haunted her, she couldn’t escape being afraid to gaze out of her dusty window, lest she should see some Gorgon, Moloch or Beelzebub in a guise of a friendly human,   peeping in through her window ready to take away her soul and suck on her life, but Why did the omnipotent and omnipresent darkness  paranoid her then, When the darkness of ignorance that lay within her   swayed and whirled?   Unable to fathom any of these She did what was best suited for her, trying to uncover the glory of God that had faded away in her heart she begged for pardon, she atoned and repented for the minor sins that she had committed she wished for the doomsday the Armageddon, when everything shall be dissolved when those who sinned shall be damned and the rest shall be absolved then, in some divine awe she shut her eyes calling out holy angels’ names, she cried and asked for her only question to be answered,   “What kind of justice is it my God, that only the naive, the poor and the innocent, is destined to struggle, suffer and strive, in this world so cruel and intense? Losing out on sense and love, there's nothing sane that your child can see, Oh! take me in your bosom my Lord, as this world being insane, is at best, an anathema to me!!”

The cup of deceit

Its bitter to its last dregs, The cup full of deceit, Its like a snail paced death, That makes you embrace your own defeat, Oh! no more do I want to remember, That shallow honesty in your eyes, Leaving love all bruised, Its flame that silently dies, You wanna know the pain, Then rip open my heart, You'll get to know the intensity, With which I played my part.

Bygones..

Midnight sleeplessness 
Mind brewing with thoughts 
Oh! such thoughts are they 
they should be in control! 

A sepia tinted picture 
of someone endeared 
yet estranged to me now 
And with every gaze 
how the past arose 
in front of my naked eyes 
blinding me to the reality 
and ending like a nightmare 
it shook me, 
shook me to the realization 
that all has been spent 
it has been exhausted, it is gone 
cannot be relived, 
cannot be resurrected 
hence, tear away that picture darling! 
let it go, let it go 
with the swish of gentle wind 
better not cling to it, 
better not suffer... 
oh! will you please let those 
bygones be bygones forever?

Gothic Halo

Trapped and choked to death fuming, intoxicating meth insane love, paranoid mind eyes of reason that went blind She walked on shards of glass for a man of liminal class A wretch with the darkest soul hot veins with burning coal the truth did rip apart the beats with the fractured heart And there were storms and rains tears of sorrow, rivers of pain, But that was the end of all unmasking the real, the curtains did fall Out of the ruins, her spirit did rise Making him repent and pay the price She soared high above while he lay down With much to suffer and to frown At heaven's gate, her aura shone bright Deep down there, he kept shivering in the fright Of being consumed By his own gothic halo!

Rockstar's Lady

I felt disturbed,     when you stared at my body     while I was undressing     and I asked you,     “What is it that you’re looking at my rockstar?”     you came to me from behind     sliding your arms around my waist     you kissed my neck and gave me shivers     and said, “Be the guitar to this rockstar baby, and let me strum it.”     Feeling mischievous, I broke away from you     and stood in front of a mirror,     I admired and took pride     on the beauty that I saw, reflecting in there,     “I will bring you down on your knees,     will make you beg and steal,     If you want a piece of me     you’ve got to win me.”     You gave me an indifferent smirk,     you grabbed your guitar and took off your shirt,     then you played on those strings     and when you fingered its chords,     I felt like a wanton serpent     enchanted by the snake charmer’s melody,     the sound of that electric instrument     went deep inside and moved me,     envious of ‘that’, which you had in your hands,     then, I wished to be tickled likewise     by your beautifully perfect fingers.           I saw you hot and raw     still staring at me, like before,     but this time, with some queer triumph in your eyes     as you knew, that I was to surrender soon,     I crawled my way to you,     Yes, I was down on my knees,     I sat behind you, beholding your shoulders     huge packs of strength, strong as boulders,     but you didn’t give a damn,     You kept on making love to your guitar,     that left me astonished, it was so bizarre     the electric tune was maddening,     I wanted you, on me, with me, within me     so I flipped back my hair     that hurled and danced in the air     my bare bosom against your brawny back     it was cool and dormant     against the hot sweat that your body erupted     and there were steamy vapors all around   of heat and sweat and cigarettes that could be found,     I kissed and licked and smiled and grinned,     I held and hugged with passion fully brimmed,     it was then, when finally     you threw away your passive, electric lady     'twas flesh that had won already,     My rockstar, finally you did turn to me,     You pulled me from behind     and like a speeding airplane     I boisterously crashed into your arms,     your eyes shone bright and you held me tight     you pressed and sucked, you kissed and crushed.           The tinkling of my anklet against your feet,     the whispering of wind outside in the street,     the soft sound that I made in your ears     and the moans and groans, when it was out of our bear,     All night long we loved and there was a symphony     that stood out amidst the silent cacophony     of loneliness and darkness,     of ugliness and madness,     there was I, in my rockstar’s arms     feeling ecstatic then, that I must     and there lay that electric lady       cold and ignored, all alone on dust.