This will never be enough

those laptops
and those cellphones.
those screens
and those fingers.
those five minutes
and those five hours.
where happiness pokes my heart
and where i can sing out loud.
those songs of springs
and those winter snowfalls.
those fresh gushes of your fake-cute anger
and my stupid-stale attempts at flirting.
those keyboards,
and those numerous keys to press.
those combinations of laughter
and those awkward silences.
those words we share,
and those colorful wings my thoughts get.
I don't need any other color
and I don't need any other brush.
I don't need those far off fairy lands
and I don't need those heavens.
as we talk more and type more,
those words become lines
and those lines become stories.
those past thirteen years
and those many more to come.
it has been so long
but this will never be enough.

Birthday of a Poem

Birthday of a Poem

She opens her eyes some days rubbing her eyes,

On soothing 9am mornings laden with birds and dew.

Lying beside those distant blurred stars,

With some precious and escaping thoughts.

Her soul, entwined with dancing steps,

Soars up rocket high and she holds her breath.

She imagines a world on her own terms and her own life,

Shipped to a time across the endless seas.

Her morning voice is like a happy poem, 

Woven by the impatient sky,

That dips the whole world in rain.

In those familiar silent passages, 

Smiles falling from her amber face.

And on her favorite cloudy days,

There’s a crescendo rising up inside her.

And just then like a forgotten habit, 

She mimics the fluttering window curtains, 

And laughs while listening her self-composed tunes.

She clenches on some hope and her fingers harrow her hair,

Her thoughts go back in time - the forgotten school days.

Ploughing the memories she calls her best friends,

She asks, “Why does winter freeze and summer scorch?”

“Why does every day we have to go class?”

For a blink, an unfathomable confusion covers their chin,

And then cold winds caress her dizzy eyes.

Humming and singing each song she listens,

And reciting every word she remembers each incident.

Past memories are well-cherished and ivory white, 

Where I take my words and pass by sometimes.

Then she spreads her wings and thinks of the future, 

It stirs her heart with mixed gloom and glee.

Now for few next moments, everything becomes a memory.

She feels a bit alone with her lost soul, 

 Swimming in a small and closed fishbowl.

She continues driving, headlights focused high,

Stops by a 23-years milestone and she asks some questions. 

Anything, someone, something, anyone?

Where are the answers and who would answer them?

She looks at her phone and it’s getting late,

Puts on her pink dress and favorite yellow shoes.

As she walks out, she gazes into time transfixed.

Old friends come forward to shake their wrinkled hands, 

And it reminds her of the time when she was ten.

When even the exam were simple.

And everyone seemed her very own.

She turns again and takes a step forward.

Listening to the click clack of the just-stopped rain, 

She looks ahead and waves some goodbyes.

Suddenly many people call her name,

And it comes wrapped in melodies like a daily affair.

Each spring, winter, and summer,

She wears that same leafy and pink skirt.

It’s a happy time and she articulates the unknown,

She turns back and tells the world her favorite color.

She glitters all year in gentle sun,

Like a bird sprinkling sunshine mixed with rain.

It wets every open door and closed window pane,

And every inch of different empty rooms.

It’s once again 4am – a stupid and heavy night.

She’s standing in her balcony with sleepy eyes.

She has bought some empty boxes and filled them with herself,

She closes the packages and slips them out of the window.

I had bribed some dreams to chase them before,

And they were standing below her room,
 Fleeing from my deep sleep.

I wake up smiling and look at my phone,

And then I think, maybe, I’ll just write about her.

those seven days

Here's to those seven days.
The ones when we breathed same air,
When we looked in each other's eyes,
When I knew that you're around.
Here's to our love,
As love is the only thing we need,
As love is always enough. :*

whispers

Saying whispering hello,
To the heavy eyelid twins,
I think more about you.
This morning,
I'm cursing my brain again,
For not sending you to me,
In my dreams again,
Just like yesterday,
I open the windows of my room,
You feel nearby,
Like the morning dew.
Please,
Come closer to me,
And flow like a wind
From the north,
Thousand miles away,
Where you live.
Hit me strong and soft,
On my rough cheek.
While I glide upon,
A dead-end road.
Come inside me,
Like a glittering hope and
A mysterious asterisk.
At each night,
I think of your eyes,
A concoction of dearly love,
And our mutual infinite skies.
I took bath again,
But the insides of me,
Are still evaporating.
And rising some more,
With a swarm of desires.
Fighting with each other,
To come to you first.
My each thought rises,
But crash lands on Earth.
I dream of some bridges,
That I'll make soon.
And I'm growing aside,
Some islands too.
I want to be there,
Today, right now.
By your side.
Holding your hands,
Erasing some marks,
And wrinkle of troubles.
Then I think some more.
About those seven days,
And those million moments,
That make "us".
I waited a lifetime,
For days like those.
Let's fly again,
Once more.
Making boats of clouds.
And sailing to see each other.
Let's smoke each other,
And drink some more.
Let's stop caring,
As this is love.
Let's love each other,
As we're in love.
You'll say some more,
And I'll laugh some more.
Let's hit the road,
On an infinite adventure,
Between the dusks
And some dawns.
We'll find hidden in its lap
A happy ending,
Back to "our" new found home. 

कुछ जानी पहचानी किरणों की
चादर लपेट कर,
तुम्हारी याद आई थी आज सुबह.
मेरी तरह,

मेरी अलसाई हुई पलकों का भी मन था,
कि फोन में तेरी तस्वीर देख लूँ एक बार.
पर कल रात भर बात कर के,
डिसचार्ज पडा था बगल में.
मन मार के उठा था मैं बिस्तर से,
कल रात की तुम्हारी हँसी.
अब भी करवटें ले रही है मेरी यादों में,
मन ही मन मुस्कुराते हुए,
मैने रेडियो ऑन कर दिया.
याद है तुम्हे वो पिछली सर्दी की रात,
जब मैं वापस कॉलेज जा रहा था,
और मेरी ट्रेन कैंसेल हो जाई थी.
बहोत मन था तुमसे मिलने का उस बार,
पर हिम्मत नही जुटा पाया था कहने की.
दो रातें हमने कितने ही गाने सुने थे.
उन गानों के बहाने,
मैने ओर तुमने,
कितनी ही अनकही कही थी.
बिना मिले ही तुमसे,

बहोत पास लग रही थी तूम.
यहाँ पर,

ज़्यादा हिन्दी रेडियो स्टेशन नहीं हैं,
फिर भी अच्छा लग रहा है सुनके.
कई दिन हो गए हैं,
कुछ लिखे हुए तुम्हारे लिए,
गाना भी तो नही आता हमें,
कि कुछ किसी ओर का लिखा हुआ

सुना दूं गा के.
फिलहाल "हमारा" गाना आ रहा है रेडियो पर,
ओर इन्तेजार कर रहा हूँ मैं तुम्हारा.
जल्दी से आओ,

ओर ले चलो मुझे, ऐसी जगह.

जहाँ तू मुस्कुराए,

क्योंकी मेरी मंज़िल वहीं.

Adarsh Verma 

Sun won't rise early tonight

Sun won't rise early tonight

And I don't feel so alone

Peeling off each other's clothes

Touching your rain soaked skin

Sensual kisses in love's ocean

Precious warmth of bruising breaths

Tangled fingers are hard to separate

Hive of of our desires is very deep 

Lying naked and one, we are numb

I succumb to you and your every being

Sharing love, I'm lost in your eyes,

My endless love rests on your petals

Your sweet surrender says it all

My hands trace your curves

Inside those same white sheets

I'll love with all that resides in me

Your sighs printed in my mind 

Sending chills up and down in my spine

I closed your eyes as they glide around 

Lost in symphonies and your reflection

Excitement and longing we share

And our body wants fulfillment 

Night's climax is nearer

My heart pounds and breath pants

Your lingering lips hum like a song

The kiss is last but passion still the same

- Adarsh Verma

ONE

Immature clouds, hovering above
In footsteps of my misfortunes,

Untuned guitars in the wild
Secreting aligned tones.

I walk unparalleled,
I walk out front. 

Each piece in anticipation,
Alone on anonymous turns.

It is an unsung winter,
Dissolute fog will dilute everything.

Unwanted progeny of my mind,
Unsought inclination of my heart.

And it’ll be dawn at midnight,
Eternal, immutable, opulent and one.