Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

rain

tonight i walked in the rain,
lifting my face,
and allowing the drops to fall,
touching my eyes,cheeks,nose,mouth,
slaking my dry lips,
cooling my forehead,
i allowed the drops to slither on my skin,
caressing my nape,back,
gentle,soothing drops,
sensuous as the feel of a lover,
or gentle like the touch of a mother,
those drops,they washed on my,
and an instant was revealed..
like i wanted to [...]

two old poems..

i had almost forgotten i wrote these poems..republishing them…
I
an unfinished poem..
i am here..and perhaps there too…
everywhere,watching my life race ahead of me.
i am the moment,that stretched for a lifetime..
or perhaps the lifetime-
that flashed by in a moment.
i am the today..
and also the day that has gone..
perhaps,i am a minor ripple in stagnant waters;
or,maybe,a storm [...]

inequations

i am not me these days,they say,
that i am moody,withdrawn,
and perhaps a lot more…
but i wonder,
are they right?
or was i always so?
a parallely conscious inequation,
floating around in mixed up curvilinear spaces,
a jumbled piece of code that no mathematician deciphered,
just…flotsam.
even as i search for meaning,
i wonder,
whether it is not all meaningless..
what is more lethal,
the probability of [...]

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    The lines generally are from some poem which I have, at some point of time or the other, loved. I do not mean, by including them, to be snotty or pretentious- but I would love it if you could identify the lines, and take much joy if you were interested enough to search them and read the original poems. If not- you can ignore them.
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