Walnut Dream

She seeps in
Like a walnut dream
She rests herself
In my heart
Well she doesn’t know what she does to me
She’s got magic eyes

In the night
beneath the starlit sky
In light of crescent moon
her face it glows
like a magic wand
She’s like rain in month of june

and she never comes
(makes me wait)
and she never goes
(forever stays)
like a languid stream her laughter flows
and my heart’s besieged by her wonder
what to do…………

well she told me that
she’s a part of me
and we are a part of
something new
and our love, it will forever stay
as fresh as the morning dew.

Upper Crust

Cloaked in sheets of linen
Lingering feel of perfume splash
Chains of gold, to free the spirit
Real self is meant to stash

Wine and caviar rules the roost
An enviable mode of existence
Walls adorn avant-garde art
Everything so chic and suave
Known not for what you are
Held in stead for what you have

Caroline Herrera, Manolo Blahnik,
Gucci and Versace too
All these names are endemic
To lives rich and famous few

Pleasantries exchanged
Same old blabber,
Same old people
Just the smiles are new
Beautiful! Yes they are
With a dash of Botox too.

Moody Rains...

So what kind of rains do you like?
Even the rains have moods, you see.
The gusty windy roaring rain
Which drenches us from all sides, you see
The gently trickling drizzly rain
Which takes a bit, sometime to feel
The early morning misty rain
When everything looks like a dream
Or the late at nights the haunting rain,
Which makes the hair stand on your skin
Are these the kind of rains you like, eh?
Or the first of season virgin rain
Like it touch’s the skin like a first kiss
Tell me now
And I’ll pray for those rains.
Then we shall watch
I from here
And you from there.

Magic Sunrise

After the sun has set
And the translucent amber light has long faded away
After the days are done and we herald the night
And the sky is lit up with silver moonlight
After we pack ourselves and unpack our lives
Like sheets of creased paper into envelopes
In our beds we hide
And we dream a dream for ourselves to find
After all the frowns have ceased and our lips are smile
The grass is green and the trees are style
The forests are all dense
And the rivers are wide
After all the birds go back in flocks they fly
And nestle in nests built upon the sky
After all the clouds are dark, can’t stand upright
And distill the air of this stacked up grime
A bud it blooms, a fish it slides.
After all the fireflies converge on open fields
And songs of gold the night it yields
After there is nothing but silence
And the murmur of our breaths
Our bodies entwined like two birds cradled in a nest
After all the seas are still
And our hearts are free
The twilight sets in
And we finally see.

Road Tripping - I

This was it, our very own road trip. After two years of waiting and endless dreaming, we were ready to embark on our first bike trip out of town to a place called Asangoan a small sleepy village on the way to Nashik, about 90 kms from Borivali, a steady two and half hour ride. It had been long due since our college days when during our drinking sessions conversations used to veer towards heading out of town on bikes and how it would be a change from the maddening city towards something calm, serene and adventurous. But we were a bit short on money as well as bikes and maybe not that much on intent.
So it all finally fell in to place when two of my friends got their bikes – the Royal Enfield bullet, which is so very synonymous with freedom. There were six of us on two bullets and a Honda Unicorn, pretty formidable but as compared to the bullet nothing beats its hum and the sheer steadiness it provides when you are cruising on deserted highways. It was a Saturday in third week of October; the winters had barely set in and the timing was perfect. We decide to gang up in a lane next to the national park a stone’s throw away from where jimmy stays. Evaris picked me up on the way from Andheri in Kandivali while Sajit and Anthony came together from Borivali IC colony, the other guy Sushil also reached on time as it was a half working day at his office. Everybody gathered at about 4 Pm, though we were scheduled to be there at 3 pm so that we could reach in time for a dip in lake that we were so fond of. But being on time was a virtue that most of us lacked and maybe there was a strange sense of bonding in it too. So after our customary rounds of cutting chai’s and cigarettes we were off in tow by around 4.30 pm. Sajit heading the pack on his Unicorn with Anthony, me with Evaris on his Electra and finally Jimmy along with Sushil on his Machismo.
We had been to Asangoan before but it was never a road trip until now. We took the Goadbunder road leading to thane and finally the Mumbai- Nashik highway no.17. The weather was just fine not too hot or cold, just warm and pleasant. As soon as we left Bhayander and entered the green environs of Goadbunder the air smelt fresher and the roads were winding. I could hear the whirr of the bullet against the sound of wind lapping against our faces when Evaris wildly exclaimed “Dude, this feels amazing, just amazing!” and I replied calmly “yes it is, it’s almost cathartic”, then we slipped back in to our silences. We were doing a steady 40 kms as its engine was new and we just wanted cruise and take in the surroundings. Sajit was always a freak on the bike weaving past ahead time and again and then waiting again for us to catch up; Jimmy slowly was following us as he was new to biking. Our first halt was at Thane near Hiranandani where stopped for some water and to catch a few puffs of cigarette. We chatted up for a while nonchalantly about the joys of riding and how these small pit stops for food, cigarettes, and little conversations can be so profound. Then breaking the huddle we trudged on to our respective bikes, taking a left on to the Mumbai- Nashik highway, an hour away from Asangoan with a rotund orange Sun gleaming right behind us.

Rugged Love....

your laughter's like a gentle stream
through my heart it flows
takes away all the pain
cleanses all my woes

your eyes are like a kaleidoscope
through them I can see
all the shades of life around
and a part of me

your curls are like a shade of tree
forever which will stay
in them i would nestle
akin to bird of prey

your lips are like a wildflower
longing for a zephyr's kiss
makes me let go of
the splendour of the daffodils

your slender arms are like liana
bit by bit they'll entangle me
until a mellow slumber takes over
your rugged love sets me free.

Back to 'B' Road

the quaint corridors
are abound, with
fleeting reminiscences
veiled within
a myriad carefree ways.

echoes of your laughter
still linger, on
the stony silence
stashed within
a many splendid days.

turn around I
long too, be
there with thou
lost in flail
a queer pretty face.

of tales once rendered
on breezy winter afternoons
are all that we had,
terse a few
were winding.

now the memories are quaint too
much is lost in
the world gone by,
not to be found.
As I trudge
my feet knowingly
back to ‘B’ road.