My Verse to the Universe

The innermost core of my being
Bound to your outermost expanse by threads unseen.
Searching you, in garbs of space and time I trot
Pining, clinging to my sole company, of thoughts.
Light has forever cast its shadows, 
Playing old tricks.
While sounds deafen, 
The silences continue to prick. [shriek]

You are the shrine of the divine.
An abstract design, a definite sign.
I'm the echo of your origin,
We're paramours of a different kind.

The how, what and the why
Do not matter so much
As the Now, and you being firmly in sight.
As I wake now from slumber,
Cradled in your infinitude;
My soul seeks you, 
I begin to see your idiosyncrasies and your pulchritude.

We're like coincidences.
Two sides of a coin, connected.  
Deep down, I have known you ever since,
This is a tryst, not a discovery awaited.

I chance upon as many mysteries and finds,
Each time Your consciousness is twined with mine.
Neither is the seeker here, nor is one the giver.
There was never a 'you' and an 'I'.

I know it isn't just me 
Trying to reach out, night after day.
It's you order-ing fanciful twists and turns
Bringing to an eventual fruition, to eons of wait.

Space and time couldn't ever separate 
You from me,
For those had been this far my minds' illusion.
I continue to look for you in your vast presences,
Till we unite in the nest of our reverberations.

A Case of Mistaken Victory

That day, a spark of vitality
Shot out in the garb of giggles 
Of innocent wonder.
From giving comforting smiles to afraid souls
To the disappointment of knowing,
Not every smile can be met with another in turn.
Because for some, sleep1
Is perhaps the closest they know of smiling.
(While some have perpetually stuck to nonchalance.)
He thought he would always be this happy
On seeing anybody happy.

Choked on his tears he did eventually, one day.
For the first time, something that happened to him; 
Affected him. 
He bore it beyond the juncture he could. 
Born of this trait
He could only again start to build faith
His heart could only start to heal again.
Maybe That was his fatal flaw.2
With time, manifestations took hold
Like crippling infestations.
Pregnant with possibilities, killing him-
A little every night, Each time he believed
For that instant, that this was him.
The gnawing wouldn't let him sleep.
Waking up would be the start
Of another nightmare.
Nabbed, asphyxiated,
The web of gloom had finally won over 
His embittered heart.
He had since been dead from within.
Maybe not dead enough to 
Be called a corpse.
He had given up by then.
(What, was it too early? Or too late? Who could ever claim to know!?)3

I'd see that spark blaze forth,
Then and now, 
Reminded of stars, 
Those scattered shards of light
Dead for eons
They fascinate still, then and now,
A pair of curious eyes 
In another corner of the universe.
Strange is it?

Those fervent emissions  

Gave me wisdom worth a lifetime.

Yes, I was once bereft of hope, too.

Funny, ain't it,

I have your struggle to thank 

For my survival.

I have emerged victorious vicariously 

From your sufferings.

Roses on your grave 

Shall be my salute to you.

What is stranger, is that, 

Unbeknownst to you,

You prompted a definite turn 

Inward though, a turn to eternal truth

And I, who now claims 

To live life anew

Has yet not been able to

Do the same for you.
Oh, how I slept that night in years,
Thinking I had won. 
A mistaken victory is only a curse befriended, 
friend.


Sleep - Sleep could mean death, it could mean dreams, it could also be the literal meaning itself.
Fatal flaw - Using the term here purposely to make the event appear all the more tragic & ironic.
(What, was it. . . claim to know!?) - someone who hasn't been in his shoes cannot comment on if he gave up too soon or not. Nor could he himself. For he did not know if joys or miseries awaited him.

Waking up to Sleep.

                               

Do you see light, or do you see through the light? Or is light only a shadow a shade brighter?

              

                                                         -Wrote this nearly a year back                                     

Was in the midst of a dream

Throttling away worries and troubles,

Garnering strength to put an end to it all.

But then burst the bubble.

My knowing eyes opened to a new day, of my old travails and struggles.

I wondered, ‘What if dreams are the reality of one’s life?’

Only, we get to have a glance at it for such less time. . .

Then, must I stop striving in the rat race of the corporeal world,

Chase my dreams all day long in the hope it brings me to a moment of epiphany in time?

The moon eludes in the day, the sun elopes at night.

(Quite literally then, we see the world in a different light.)

So truths could be semblances, and who establishes, and alters those?

A new idea may sound bizarre at first,  [but then it is meant to sound so]

When manifest into reality, the image in the mind takes concrete shape.

Maybe the ‘reality’ is a dream, something we’ve grown accustomed to.

And our dreams, the reality, the possibilities we actually possess.

So when you’re lost in the realm of mere thoughts,

Maybe you are edging near the actuality of your existence.

Like Thoughts may not be tangible, but they give shape to tangibility itself.

In today’s time, the notion of reality’s a blur,

With the arrival of the virtual world.

When dreaming, one cannot know that it’s a dream until waking up. 

What if life itself is one such long dream?

During daydreaming, one is oblivious to his surroundings.

As though it may’ve melted away and molded itself into what you’re thinking.

So do we actually exist mentally or physically?

One cannot even say for sure that we actually ‘exist’,

Can you say for certain that you’re not dreaming about reading these lines?

'BAND' :P

This is the first duet in verse ever written by me and my good friend Karan, What was meant to be a romantic rendezvous, turned out to be a hilarious conversation between them. Cheap humour lovers please read on. :P And Thank You, dearest PACH, for inspiring me to write stuff like this, and following up the recitation with chortles and chuckles of laughter. I'm guessing the 'CH' in PACH has finally rubbed off! XD


I: Khata ho gayi humse,
Jo aaj tak izhaar kara nahi.
Aaj izhaar karne ko dil chaahta hai,
Par izhaar ke liye dhoondh rahi hoon main lafz har kahin.

Karan: Ye kya izhaar-izhaar kar rahi ho,
Izhaar nahi koi ice cream hai kya, jo
Khaai nahi toh pighal jaayegi?
Kambaqht dil hai, ice ceam nahi
Jo bus izhaar se pighal jaayegi.

I: Tab se mood bana ke baithi thi,
Sabhr pe cooker par apni feelings ki aanch badha rahi thi,
Ki tum aake time se pehle hi seeti maar gaye,
Saare romance ki band baja gaye.

Karan: Arre yeh romance hai koi chawal ya daal nahi,
Na ye chai hai, ise halki aanch par ubaal nahi,
Band baaja romance ka toh abhi khoob bajega,
Teri meri yeh aakhri shaam nahi

I: Aakhri shaam, aakhri raste, aakhri kadam tak
Tere saath rahungi
Jab tak tu dinner bill pay karega,
Tujhe gale se laga rakhungi,
Jo dil ka vaasta deke tune bill pay karne se kara inkaar,
Toh tera gala daba kar koi aur murga dhoondh laaungi

Karan: Ab murga bol hi diya hai 
Toh chalo dutch kar len
Gaadi me drive pe chalo toh sahi,
Raste hi khatm kar lenge
Par romance ka band toh bajega hi bajega
Is murge No.4 ke saath scene thoda aisa hi chalega.

I: Dutch ke naam dil gaya dhadak
Aur main darr me chilla uthi, 'What the fuck!'
Yaar ab toh I had to cover up
Toh finally senti maar daala maine keh kar,
'Jaanu, kya tumhe hai mere pyaar par shaq?' 


Karan: Dutch dutch karke khud saara bill pay kar jaati hai,
Raat bhar baat karne ka vaada karke
3 baje tak hi ludak jaati hai
Ludakti hai toh ludak par bata ke toh jaa,
Fir subah uthaane par phir dobaara ludak jaati hai 

I: Ludakne ki baat tune kari kaise,
Ab toh bhai ko call karke tujhe hadkaaungi.
Ab tak mera asli roop tune dekha kahaan hai,
Chikni chameli ke din gaye,
Ab taandav dance se tera dil behlaaungi. 

Karan: Bhai vaai ki baat mat kar,
Taandav mujhe bhi aata hai,
Unko dance karke aise daraaunga
Asli roop toh tera pehle hi jaan chuka tha main,
Dekh tere bhai ke aage se haath pakadke le jaaunga.


I: Lak 40 hai mera aur 97 weight
Is bhaari sach ko jhuthlaakar tu
Hanske keh deta hai,
'Babe, your figure is great.'
Ab tujhpe lifelong ke liye jhapatta maar hi deti hoon,
Ab yaar aur nahi hota humse wait.

Karan: Wait karne me hi toh maza,
Varna ek raat ban jaayegi zindagi bhar ki saza,
Lifelong ki baat chhor, present me khapp paate hain,
Chal dono milke Romance ka band bajaate hain. 

My friend Karan and I, penned the poem! :D