Holiday in college & sleep in hostel room

Those days with all my friends,

Careless, carefree and no nonsense.

Now, in the train .... I think about the 3 hr train journey,

which passed with smiles about the assignment pains.

Sitting at the window seat at a day, holiday in college....

& sleep in hostel room.

Traveling amidst the women, with I guess similar stories,

I am missing all my distant friends.

At the Station

He was at the station,

wearing an orange turban,

neat and perfectly tied.

There was something about him,

that made me want to know.

Staring tracks, he saw a rat move slowly.

I saw again, in anticipation.

The gaze had hardened and tensed, his face scrunched

People he was looking at, moving like the rat.

A sudden noise and the gushing rush

He froze, the train passed vacant

A wobbly step back and a turn confident, he left.

The arrangement!

Do you love me?

He asked, what does that mean?

Of-course! In pretense.

I knew.

Why did you marry me?

He turned his back,

What is this rubbish have you started?

I knew, he was hiding.

The arrangement! was that the only reason?

He was angry, I knew

His angry voice was fading behind the momentary flashes,

The warm lines running wiped the reminiscent lashes.

His angry voice now calm, he sighed peace,

I turned back with a wobbly feet.

To a door of no return,

I leave.

Full Moon

It is full moon, I have planned something.

Dinner!, your favorite and your way,

There are candles, flowers, red wine & ice.

There is something I want to say tonight.

He said, ' You are the breathe of fresh air in my life'

The adventure in my daily monotone red,

The only racing stream to blush my pale.

You! have taken me away from me, he said

And now I will, he whispered with ice

I sensed the stench of warm red flowing,

beneath the cold moon light.

Tum Ho

Zindagi ka bahaav tum ho,

Zindagi mein taharav tum ho,

Dil ki Dhadkane tum ho,

Unka ehsaas tum ho.

Jine ki aadat aur,

Chahate bhi tum ho.

Gum me,

hotho me,

muskarahto ki aahate tum ho.

Bas tum ho

Meri Khwahishe.

Meri Udaan, tum ho.

Bas tum ho!

I steal

I steal away some time to think,

Some moments of dreams

some seconds of your baritone i steal.

I steal away some time to roam and wander with me,

Some memories of yesterday and,

Some happenings today, i steal.

I steal me away to write for you.

Reviving from the old

The childhood days,
the curtain drapes
frocks and dresses
made from my grand ma's laces.
walking through the pavements
the old trunk at the corner
was like the fresh rain
on the memory lane
the trunk with all the nostalgic moments
my grandma's evening romances
& mom's morning dews
the freshly polished rexin smell
revived the trunk from the olden hues