not with me

the nights still fall;
after these tired evenings,
when the bright lights gently slide into gloom…
and i,floating along the lights,following them,
inexorably;inescapably,move to the dark..
praparing to face the ghosts again..
those spectres of you and me..
formless manifestations of mad desire
inhabitants of a crazy stupid world lighted by burning passions,
intermingled with the suffocating smoke of too many cigarettes..
and with the [...]

patna slipslopes-I

history,they say,repeats itself.and so do numbers throughout history…and the number seven and its multiples seem integral to indianness,mythologically,of course…rama was sent to exile for fourteen years…the pandavas,if memory serves rights,did two such terms…and i am coming back to patna again after;you guessed it,seven years!!well,almost.not that i am a myth or anything like that.of course not!i [...]

my novel!!!

for long people have been deriding me for not writing something serious and worthwhile..not something of my worthless heartbreak poetry.well;i am writing a novel(2 chapters completed);but i am not convinced it is worth the effort…so all your comments are breath-batedly awaited…extracts from the first chapter follow….
CHAPTER ONE
they say that raindrops taste sweet,and tears,salty,but the cobined [...]

go.

you have gone..probably because i did not try enough to stop you,or perhaps inspite of it…
and now so many starless nights have passed since i last saw you..i still remember the time we last met properly…your birthday..i was trying to persuade you not to go..knowing full well that you could not possibly have stayed..
i wonder [...]

indestinate

so we part ways at last,
predestined,preagreed mistake,
and we must go away..
from each other;from ourselves..
distant galaxies,brought together in time by the gravitation of their natures..
now set to depart again..
leaving in their tracks….
dust clouds…
issues remain,and perhaps they will never be settled..
you gave me a lot…and took away more..
a part of me..that you created..and destroyed
yes..issues remain..
you should not [...]

road to nowhere

in front of my room,
there is a road,
a collection of gravel..
potholes,and tar,and assorted refuge from people’s homes..
meaningless..coming from nowhere,going no place..
in front of my room..
the road to nowhere.
and i walk on it,
everyday..barefoot..
ignoring the stink surrounding the road,
unafraid of being the lone traveller-
on this lonely broken down road..
in the the night,
accompanied by the moon-shadows,
and in the [...]