Equilibrium.

In a turbulent universe.

Yes, you are tired.

But, no matter how much you crib, 

you cry, you ache, you pine.

Remember, 

its only between

shrinking under your own gravity,

and exploding out of it,

that you shine.

If you are a star,

maintain that equilibrium.

And it'll all be fine.

The brittle dream...

तुम्हारी बिसमी हुई खामोशी का 

हर एक लफ्ज़ जो सुन रहा है,

तुम्हारा कहीं है कोई जो 

तुम्हे आज फिर बुन रहा है… 

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When its dark at home, go get some light...

It was dark at home.
and I went for a stroll.
Met these lights on my way,
and their stories.
I talked to one, it talked to me,
that night...
Like a ghost.
Mind to mind
eye to eye
light to light...

As I returned back,
I saw, the ghost came back home with me.
And, it lives right here,
in my mind.
In me.

Photo courtesy: Saurabh tupkar

Water finds its way..

Dusks, nights, seasons...
I wonder, where you are.
So long it has been

You are always here.
Like water, you find your way.

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Fix me 2

When You try to simplify,

the complicated,

the simple becomes complicated.

I was simple.

I am becoming complicated.

How do I simplify?

Please fix me.

In continuation to Fix me
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Defying gravity

It is gravity.
It will pull you down again and again.
Will you not stand up?
Will you not defy it, to remind it
that it is the weakest among all four fundamental forces you have discovered.

It is gravity.
It will pull you down again and again.
Will you not stand up?
Will you not defy it, to remind it,
that the human in you is mightier.

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Fix me.

No, its not music.

Its my pieces who collide, 

tirelessly inside.

And fall down.

No, its no poetry.

Its my pieces who shout, 

voicelessly shriek out.

And fall down.

Pick up my pieces.

Please fix me.
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Hope

HOPE.

Be my companion tonight.

No. Not because tonight,

I need to talk, to speak, to cry.

But because from tonight

I somehow need you to survive.

Yes I.

HOPE.

Don't leave me alone tonight

don't you go away.

HOPE.

JUST STAY...

JUST STAY.

Miracle.

I had heard of miracles.
It just came.
Like a child in his play.
To ask my name...

Like a star afar,
beaconed a lost hue.
and invoked again,
What I already knew...

The New Dawn...

Each day, at dusk.

A strange name wakes up memories.

That deep voice stirs up the senses.

That enchanting glance darts through my bieng.

That touch unconquerable preys apon life.

And a gloom immortal engulfs the loneliness of my soul...

Each day, at dusk.

That name, that glance, that voice...

That touch, false and profaned, still pious...

That everything...

Remembered, forgotten.

Cherished, execrated.

Admired, trusted, transduced, betrayed.

Set to life, left dead on my way...

That everything...

Cuts me to pieces.

Keeps me awake...

Only at dawn.

When the shallow waters foam on my bieng.

As though I were a reef.

Washing me away.

And a shaft of bright hot sun rays,

dart into my pellucid body.

I break into a dazzling sparkle.

As though by magic.

And a fire gleams like jewel in my brown eyes...

To welcome the new dawn.

My new Dawn...