I might rather prefer my chocolates over men.
When you actually sit & look the menfolk in their eyes,
and challenge all their existence.
You will see they step back,
they actually retreat.
I have always observed ‘men’,
I don’t but trust ‘men.’
They are funny,
agony & self-important,
Yes, they are ideal for courting
but worth deporting as soon as
you trace their face ,
their eyes ;
Compare them with skies.
You may not need them after a while.
Bet it ‘woman’
today at it, with me.
Something that makes me crazy about you!
I look at us.
I think, I guess it alright
that something is painfully
subdued about us.
That we are, separate but
we are much alike in our disposition.
We are in love,
We want to be together.
At the same time ‘alone’.
But, I assure you,
I need you ‘alone.’
Nothing is complete without you.
Things change, and they change for better.
Dreams usher in, and make place for themselves.
Just that lovers breathe together.
And give space to each other.
But in love, companionship matters.
It is a longing,
deep down that swish pasts,
there is somewhat liking and clear passion
that wants to get over with formalities & strike a chord.
This is too onset go to achieve the sequence.
This is far too beyond the grid & grand.
The criss-cross never ends.
But the dependability always remain,
The availability to each other,
even in worst should be proclaimed,
in the likely circumstances of ‘love.’
routine is pretty fine for now.
Life is about ,
nothing but an
Nothing can change that.
Neither your denial nor submission.
Nothing is too that important.
कई बार खाली सड़कों की ओर देखती हूँ,
सुनसान लोगों को ,
उस पर चहलते बहलते देखती हूँ ,
उनकी गहराई की सतह में एक,
उथलापन देखती हूँ ,
भीड़ भाड़ देखती हूँ ,
चालाकी देखती हूँ,
नापतोल देखती हूँ,
थकन होती है,
ख्वामखाह, एक झंझट,
यह सब कुछ।
पर यही है सब कुछ,
किधर जाये ?
I have always thought,
the similarities & the contrasts,
between you and me.
The only thing ,
which is common between us is
that we know the ‘least’about each other.