chaand,
aaj raat jab tum jao uski chhat par
to dheere se barasna wahan
samet lena uske har ehsaas ko
aur le aana
subah ki os bana kar
moon
rain a little lightly there,
embrace her every feel
and bring them to me
in the form of morning’s dew
chaand,
aaj raat jab tum jao uski chhat par
to dheere se barasna wahan
samet lena uske har ehsaas ko
aur le aana
subah ki os bana kar
moon
tum
waqt ki is dhadkan ko
apni aankhon se chhookar
poora banati ho
tum pyaar ko,
pyaar banati ho
its that time of life when even five friends feel like a crowd.
let aparna draw the positive & negative space assignment for her friend, let agnibh pull akash’s legs as much he likes, let anjum be as infatuated as he is with neha…let the world go round & round doing whatever it wants to do…all i beg for, is her head to stay on my heart and my arms around her…and these heartbeats will be complete.
this sunday afternoon, we were at aparna’s place, and amongst all this crowd, she was there with me. this sunday afternoon, i was with her. all i beg for, is this sunday to stay with me forever.
you
your eyes
touch
this moment’s heartbeat
and complete it
you make love
what love is
song of the moment, ‘aap ki nazaron ne samjha’ by lata
image courtsey, corbis.com

dono kaanon mein
do alag tarah ki baliyan pehn-ne wali ek ladki
us se mila to laga
kahin-kahin main bhi hoon uske jaisa
bolne wale ke swaroop se
badal leta hoon apne sun-ne ko main
baliyan to nahi pehanta uski tarah
bus kaan pehan leta hoon alag tarah ke kabhi
ear
a girl who wears
two different types of ear-rings in both ears
i met her and felt
somehow, i too am like her
i change my ‘hearing’ to
the speaker’s presence
ear-rings, i don’t wear like her
just wear different ears sometimes
the most curious thing about us is that (actually there are a lot), we met due to a spam mail. one of my net friends had this habit of mass mailing hundreds of ppl together. after many futile efforts, i replied him, with a little dressing down and clicked the ‘reply all’ button.
only aparna mudi replied.
why? i don’t know. perhaps even she doesn’t.
a woman in the most difficult of times, and a girl who plays with her little doll sabrina in even worse times, she’s the most madly in love person i’ve come across. and perhaps more sarcastic than me 🙂
anyways, i dont know what else should i add here. all i want is to thank her for giving me the most wonderful gift of my life. she brought ‘the one, my teacher’ to me. and as all beautiful things, this too was an accident.
a translation of the previous post by sigma. for starry and others…

Goodbye
When you depart,
turn away quickly
and board
your bus
or the metro train
that takes you away from me.
Or,
leave without saying a goodbye
because I cannot bear
to see you go away .
image courtsey, corbis.com

jab tum vidaa lo
to mud jaayaa karo jaldi se
aaur chadh jaayaa karo
apni us bus,
yaa metro rail mein
jo tumhein le jaati hai mujhse dur
ya,
chali jaayaa karo bin bataaye mujhe
kyonki jaate huye tumhe
dekhaa nahi jaataa mujhse
this week’s topic on illustration friday was wind. pencil color, scanned and retouched a bit in photoshop (with soumindo’s generous help). still not what i intented to, but time is running out and with a new friday, a new topic will come 🙂
don’t touch,
it will scatter,
hide into its shell
or turning into a memory, will flow away
it’s a feeling of breath
live it, holding your breath…
just outside the delhi university metro station, the sunday afternoon sun found me settled beneath a slightly wrinkled, but shaded tree. i feel, it will see me there a little often these days 🙂

it is strange, when I’d no words, the world came by and listened.
thanks to everyone who came around to delhidreams, sat with me and heard whatever i’d to say. why i’m writing this. because delhidreams is a year old now.
more so, at a time when i do not feel like posting anything. so many poems are written, lying abandoned, rusting in the notebooks, because i want to post something special for one individual.
life has closed one chapter, and a fresh one has begun. and this all took form recently. perhaps, the process was on for some time, only i didn’t realize the world changing around me. yes hagrid, god does exists, and it exists in your very shadows. it existed there all the time. how foolish i could have been. and bugs, yes i’ve been naive enough to ignore everything, whether gift or abuse, fault or purpose, perhaps not this one, not this time.
am feeling very calm. at ease with myself and the world around. everything has a new beauty, like the old landlord couple above. it is something felt, till the very pores of these fingers.
and this time too, nothing except words for you, my teacher.
main roun to mere aansu nahi
main muskuraun to main nahi
main kya likhun, main kya padhun
mere shabd ye mere nahi
ye kaise tujhko bataun main
meri har main me, samayi hai tu hi
a translation attempt for starry and others,
if i cry, the tears are not mine
if i smile, i’m not the one smiling
what do i write, what do i read
these words are not mine
how do i tell you
you are the one, merged in my every ‘me’
can’t find an end to this post
no full-stops here
its a journey, and the journey needs no end
just three dots would do here,
welcome to delhidreams…