NOTHING INTERFERES

I saw you coming through these door-cracks. 

I listened the whispers of your smile.

I painted the way this heart elucidated my fingers. 

You saw my articulation and again smiled. 

That was the day my world changed its shape. 

That day I created my masterpiece.

Then I looked down on the opaque floor, 

I saw our reflections, they overlapped. 

Each morning I woke up with a smile. 

Each day I lived my dream.

But, 

Everything changes and everything changed. 

My shadow burnt and unicorn in disguise. 

Your calm light still rained, 

But seemed insipid without our consent. 

Someone shot the bullet, I saw it coming. 

People laugh and people laughed. 

Fabricated a baseless vision, they said. 

But, I knew it was a test, all I needed was you.

I believed in my love, you kept me strong.

I still close my eyes and I hear your songs.

I always find you close, closer than ever. 

Nothing interferes as we're entrained together.

REMINISCENCE

It was the year 2014 and it rained like Gatsby’s love. Retro, intense, unique and elegant. I’ve witnessed it since the start. I’ve seen your heart painting an involuntary smile on your face when his message came on your phone and I heard that lovely Mockingjay whistle. I’ve seen that eagerness in your eyes and worry in your words when you waited for his reply or call. Lots of days I’ve witnessed your love through the windows of your words and most of them were accompanied with a mild wind of happiness which would wet and blur the windows of sadness all around. You both drenched themselves for days but the rain never stopped. I witnessed it from a distance with an umbrella and smiled in amusement. It makes all the sense now why you people didn’t even need an umbrella back then, you just had each other and each other’s arms. I don’t know and remember much about your first official date but I know it involved few things- two cups of coffee (maybe ice-tea), trembling hands, beating hearts and hesitant words off two hesitant lips. He wanted to remember each moment and you wanted to live every next one with him. Climbing, falling, scared, again falling and again climbing- such were your thoughts and such is your journey. But one thing remained intact throughout- your love and his commitment, your excitement and his calmness, your never ending cheerful talks and his gaze at you in astonishment. You flew together and you've met some hailstorms too, Clouds rained cheerfully very often and sometimes lightening occurred too. But you both flew strong and you’ve defied every doubtful thought. I’m a tiny-little-small bit proud of myself, for all the pushes I gave you to move ahead with him in the start. I did that because I saw you happy in true sense and imagined my own fantasy love story coming true. Today you looks happier than ever and more beautiful than any other day. Both of you are the star-crossed lovers of my life and you’ve  finally ended up together.

THE OBSESSION CYCLE

I will dance to these dense, azure and somewhat friendly flames, and I will bury my eyes in water looking for something precious underneath. Soon my wings will start burning and it will be difficult for me to breath inside water, those cries for help will be reciprocated with ignorance. I will dance once again with a faintest ray of hope, till an imperceptible twinkle will start leaving my body and it will eventually scar people around me. This fake manifestation of dreams won’t last long and I will be teleported to a lonely place very soon. The obsession which was created by my brain and nurtured by my heart, will leave through my tongue when I will call that name for the last time and after that nobody will hear it again. This won’t be written in big-ass history books but this will be remembered by some, the ones who have seen and understood the meaning of my damaged smiles. The dark and unfurnished wood beneath my clothes won’t melt like wax, instead it will guide some nightmares and those nightmares will hunt my future sleeps. I will pass some winters in hibernation and I will save myself from sun for few upcoming summers. But it won't end like this, it just can't. Someone will once again very carefully pinch my arm and I will become someone else’s unicorn. Once again the word obsession will be suckled beneath my skin through injections of affection. At last, as a confirmation, my phone will blink and a message will be displayed- "Congratulations, you've did it again!"

                              ...this cycle repeats over and over again

SOMEDAY

Someday,

I will build a sweet landscape

And ditch my bitter hallucinations.

Everything I’ll create,

Will be far away from this earth.

I will take your hand and
As soon as we'll depart,

I will call upon some poems.

Not a dozen, just a couple.

One for you and

Another one again for you,

Obviously.

I will pour a million stars,

In a glass of wine,

Brewed with laughter and musings.

I know you will fear,

Some birds will chase us,

And some will chase us for days.

But, I will drive fast.

Maybe I’ll fly in style,

If you’ll help me grow some wings.

And then I’ll speak some more.

If you'll insist,

I’ll try to sing, to make you laugh.

But, I will turn away my face.

And I’ll be laughing the whole time.

I will turn on the TV,

And we’ll watch movies.

Not too many, just one or two.

Your favorites will be my favorites,

Obviously.

Suddenly I’ll be silent

And I’ll look into your eyes,

I’ll search for my face

And I will see your face. 

I’ll love to get lost in them,

But I won't leave you alone.

I know you’ll be there with me,

I’ll be there too.

You and me, dancing.

Beneath your yawning eyelids,

And behind your playful eyebrows.
Everywhere.
In our dreams and in the daylight reality.

If you’ll feel cold,

Or you’d wish to see the earth,

We’ll come back to earth.

We’ll travel together,

Touching the wind

And plucking the yogurt clouds.

Maybe we’ll spend a week

Or the whole winter below.
We will wake up from a good sleep,

The sun will greet us

And it will be our friend again,

Then I’ll craft a boat.

The way you’ll want it to be,

Obviously.

We’ll sail once again.

Back to that landscape,

Or maybe to a new city.

Wherever you’d say,

But far away from this earth,

Someday.

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THE PROPOSAL

He whispered, “I love you”

And kept the phone down,

She danced all night, wanting to reciprocate,

It’s been two years, she hasn't heard from him.

Apparently, in his universe, love was just another word.

THE EULOGY

Nearby dewy window, 
He inked a mellifluous letter and plucked some flowers.

She never came, 
But flowers still matched her scarf and 
The letter bloomed as her eulogy.

THE REVENGE

He begged his slayer, to spare his life,

The white tiger unheeded his plea,

To avenge the death of its family,

They hunted to make a fancy rug!

Sigh, at that spell, he was the entire human race!

THE MORNING AFTER!

She slept a doll,

And woke up a woman

The insipid reality awaited her,

They said, He would be her reverence.

The god, sanctified her,

That morning Blood adorned her dress.

LET’S DRIVE THEM CRAZY!

                                         

“Unjust laws exist: shall we be content to obey them, or shall we endeavor to amend them, and obey them until we have succeeded, or shall we transgress them at once?”

― Henry David Thoreau

Not just unjust, at times laws can be amusing too, one such law exists in Saudi Arabia- Apparently Saudi Arabia bans it’s women from getting behind the wheel. As bizarre as it may sound, half of the population of this ultra conservative gulf country is denied the right to drive a vehicle, which in a bigger picture, is a right to move on their own. For a fact, it is the only country in the world to have such restriction. The highways of the kingdom have not seen female drivers since time immemorial.

Before going any further, let’s talk about the origin of this peculiar custom, The ban shoots from the ruling family's Wahhabism, a stern interpretation of Islam that requires women to get permission from a male caretaker not only to drive but get married, travel, work, and go to school. There is “no single Islamic text” or judicial ruling prohibiting women from taking to the kingdom’s highways. Seemingly there is no such official law in the country, but those responsible for ruling the country have time and again denied licenses to women and thus culminates this weird custom.

Think of a situation of a woman whose husband is at work , there is no driver at home and some emergency demands her to go out, Now , there would be nothing that could cause more inconvenience than this trivial law , Apparently  laws were enacted for convenience of the subjects only in the text books. 

For the brave souls who dare to defy, the road ahead is not easy.  If caught driving, Women are required to sign a pledge, saying that they won’t drive again, a second violation means signing another pledge and waiting for a male relative pick them up. Whoever picks them up has to; also sign a pledge saying that they won't let the women drive. What makes the situation worse is the provision for penal punishment which may extend up to ten lashes, for an act of driving on the streets.

Recently a petition has been filed in the gulf country to lift the ban for women getting behind the wheels. The petition also encourages women to flout the kingdom’s driving ban. Those breaking the rules have been asked to post pictures of themselves driving, using social media like Facebook, twitter and Instagram , The movement has garnered significant attention from all over the world. The mindset of the people has been changing, In few of the pictures posted online by the ladies driving, the passersby are shown giving thumbs up and waves and such other gestures, to demonstrate their support to the movement, a lot of times even the traffic police is willing to let go of the women drivers, startlingly, a major proportion of the supporters consists of the male population.

The other day, while shuffling T.V channels I came across an interesting piece of news on the issue. One of the women from Saudi Arabia, being interviewed, on the T.V shared her dream of being able to drive a car in her home country, while dressed up as a lady and not a man.  "It's a silly daydream," she added, "but that's a fact. It's the reality of my society; I mean the daydream of a young girl should be how to get to the moon ... Not driving a car.” How true, only if those, male chauvinists out there were not deaf!

WHY WON'T THIS WORLD END

It was just another day

Or, another unfortunate day.

She waited for the bus with a friend.

The bus came,

But dressed like a coffin on wheels.

Six monster faces came out,

And took them away.

Christmas was near.

Seemed nearer in the crowded city.

Those animals on a rampage,

Lashed her cannibal whips.

They violated her body,

And raped her terrified soul.

She scratched and screamed,

Wasn't there someone outside?

Why would people want to bury her alive?

They threw her away,

On naked winter road to die.

Made her past over-sized,

Colored it dark black monochrome.

Present with painful anger

And a future of decomposed hopes.

Yesterday,
She opened her eyes in hospital,

Asked a question and then slept forever.

She asked, "What was my fault?"

Doctors heard, her parents heard and everyone else.

Her questioned still answered,

People decorating their homes

And buying cheerful lights and colors.

Still we will celebrate Christmases,

And wait for a blind Santa?

MY UNICORN

The needle is vibrating,
My piezometer is sighing.
Percussions.
Whacky and sophisticated.
Painting like a child, working random.
I'm filtering the tears.

It's unseen,
An uncontrolled unicorn playing a sweet parody.
Not revering to the expected,
Expecting the unexpected.
They saw a hooligan,

Met a geek.
Carving the impasto, the impeccable,

And working closely,
For a one off piece.
But,
What of them, the irresponsive.
I sighed alone,
They laughed in numbers.
Drinking the unfermented,
They,
Wearing the cloudy glasses,
Expected the unexpected.
They saw a sinner,
Met a saint.
Holding the grail,
And playing the gramophone,
My God on vacation ,
The end was near, it was December.
It was a false dawn,
Fallout.
Experiencing the quantum leap,
Digging the roots to infinite.
I reached the same, unfurnished room.
Her escaping shadows and scent,
Erasing me, were all around.
She was used as a bet,
And the Unicorn was caught,
He gave up.
And he said again,
"I deserve more."

 Adarsh can also be found on fossBytes.com

TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK

I looked up to the clock, five o’clock I counted. Its dials waved at me and digits said something too. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Tick tock of time it was. They’ve witnessed and cremated several insanely happy hours and various poignant days. On some days this tick tock came bundled with hurt along with a pinch of unwelcomed and alienated twelve o'clock thoughts. And in that despicable moment you hated who you were. Or maybe, what you had grown into. This wasn’t what you had written on the back of your notebook at ten o'clock lunch in school many years ago. It wasn’t your face, which you couldn’t recognize after a grueling an hour long gaze into the mirror. Instead, this was the mask of time. This won’t stop chasing you and it won’t leave anyone else either. I look up to the clock once more. This is twelve o’clock again. But don’t be scared. Let me tell you this little episode of a couple of minutes. Some people across this desert have carved beautiful statues. Some are drenched in sweat. Some statues have stain of tears and some are dried by the time. The colors those people had were just grey and black. And the time they had was just a couple of hours. Maybe that wasn’t enough. But look what they’ve created. The glint in your eyes says that you like them and this story a bit. Can you imagine all this? Can you imagine all this as your story and you as the hero? You could be just the same. Inside you I see some dreams have lasted. Some fireworks are still to be played. And after all this tragedy, some friends are still unseen. An alarm has just started ringing somewhere. Maybe it’s your brand new cellphone. It’s eight o’clock. Wake up from this yawning sleep and swim towards the shore. Out of this bay of gloom there’s another world. Climb the stairs of tomorrow. The bright sun you liked has never been away. It’s been inside you, the whole time. And there’s another one just outside this tainted window. It’s just a couple of tick tocks away. A tick tock of time and a tick tock of courage.

Adarsh can also be found on fossBytes.com

DATE A GIRL WHO WRITES LETTERS

Date a girl who writes letters. Date a girl who shivers with excitement when she touches a letter. Date a girl who likes simple words, but understands meaning of the hesitant flow of your pen. Date a girl who gets fascinated by the way your fingers hold the pen and the way your fingers had moved on that piece of paper. 

 

Date her because she will write to you. She’ll be the girl who will tell you stories in her letters. Date a girl who writes letters because in her letters she will write poems, poems she never showed to anybody. Date her because she will also love lo listen to your stories. The girl who writes letters will leave everything behind and would listen to you. Tell her your problems, cry on her shoulder and eventually you will be fine. The girl who writes letters will know what to say when you’ll be low. You’ll soon realize that she is not an ordinary girl.

Date a girl who writes letters because she will listen to old classic songs with you on repeat till she meets herself living the song. Date her because she will cry during the movies with you. Date her because her favorite movie will be Forrest Gump. 

Date her because she will be with you even when she won’t be around. At night she will be with you, beneath your pillows, her letters will breathe life in you. That precious paper will keep you warm. You will have her picture in your phone or wallet, but you will always come back to her letters. While reading her letters, you will listen her voice. After some lines, she’ll laugh and in some lines she won’t say much. You will soon find out that she writes you from her heart.

Date her because when you’ll read her letters, she’ll be by your side. Her letters will tell you what dress she was wearing. Her letters will tell what she smelled like, what song she was listening, what was the color of her nail paint and what was she sipping while writing that letter.

On Sunday mornings turn off all alarms. Don’t wake her up. Make breakfast for her, include all those things she likes. With a tray full of love wake her up and look into her sleepy eyes. Capture her smile in your heart because it will the most precious smile.

Date a girl who writes letters to you. She will be the one who will have no hesitation in telling you what she would feel about anything. She will tell you about the things she would like about you as well as the things she won’t. She will tell you about your thin beard she likes and she will also tell you about your habit of rubbing your eyes which she hates. 

She’ll be like a book and some days she will be like a poem. When you’ll meet that girl, you’ll know what it is to know somebody. She will have envelopes and stamps of a thousand colors and she will send love in them. Her writing table will be all messed up but she will keep letters with ultimate care. And on some beautiful days she will forget to eat and drink, and will wait for your letter. 

Write small-small notes for her when she is around. Leave it at her table, hide them in her bag, keep them in her favorite books. And, you yourself hide behind the doors or curtains and watch her as she reads them and fall in love with her even more. Tell her about the first time you saw her, tell her about some surprise plan or tell her about her beautiful chin. Send her long texts when she is asleep at night and tell her I love you in different languages.

Date a girl who writes letters. Gift her books because such a girl will be madly in love with them. Books will make her love you even more. Stalk her on facebook or her Pinterest account and find out the writers or poets she likes. Give her Bronte, give her Dickens, give her Keats. Write poems for her. If you can’t write one, then make one up with no sense. She’ll love those ones too. 

Date that girl because she will be beautiful from the inside. She will know the meaning of love and will teach you more about it. Date her because she will be passionate about the things she loves. She will know on her own how much you love her but don’t take it for granted. Tell her each day how much you love her and make her realize that you’re the luckiest person in the world.

Some days she will write letters to herself. Those will be the days when she’ll be confused. When you see folds of skin on her forehead and a tensed smile, talk to her, hold her hands. Some days she won’t tell you what’s bothering her. But don’t leave her alone. Be with her. Sit beside her. After sometimes she’ll tell you what’s in her mind. Comfort her, make her feel appreciated, love her more.

Marry a girl who writes letters. Marry that girl because she’ll know that life is a beautiful song and she’ll lend her words to you and she’ll sing it with you. Marry that girl because just like a letter you’ll always find home. And instead of waiting for you, she will be with you on those roads. 

Don’t let such girl go because you won’t be able to forget her. Write a letter to a girl if she writes letters. Write her one as soon as you can.

Good Luck :)

Adarsh can also be found on fossBytes.com