WITHOUT YOU

why this apathy
this
indifference

choking me
leaving
me
breathless

i sob
but there is no sound

i weep
but there are no tears

i feel
but there are no emotions -

only helplessness...

utter

helplessness...

WHY WOULD YOU RATHER CALL IT LOVE

when you reach across the room
with your tender, love-filled eyes,
don't i only respond to you,
and none of the other guys?

i inspired you to write again,
you told me yesterday,
would it please you to be told
that your debt’s been duly paid!

when you smoke one on another
why it hurts, can't you guess?
'cos i fear you'll be amongst us
for maybe a few moments less!

you make me feel alive
ah! the feelings you arouse...
and the flame you light within me,
i find difficult to douse!

when together, i keep praying
that the evening wouldn't end,
when you leave, how i miss you.
oh, on you, i much depend.

i do take you for granted,
when depressed, its you I call,
why, you're more than just a good friend,
and a guide, and that's not all...

well, there must be somethin' to this
but you wanna give it a name,
how i wish you'd just accept it
'cos i know its still the same!

let me tell you since you must
hear those three li'l words from me,
what i feel for you, my darling
cannot fit in words just three!

then ask me why

when your whole life
lays crumpled
at your feet,

and everyone is busy
trampling over it,

then ask me why.

when
even your wish to die
is not fulfilled,

then ask me why.

WHAT HAPPENED

what happened to the cynic?
love chased him away!

what happened to the skeptic?
he woke up!

what happened to the mind?
heart overruled it!

you n me n us

wouldn't it be fun
to bask in the sun,

to go for a walk
and a real long talk,

then rest for a while
give each other a smile,

sit on the sand
holding your hand,

reach out to you
say something new,

drench in the rain
wipe out the pain,

to go for a date
and leave all to fate,

beginning to dream
at the edge of a stream,

my head in your lap
for a hurried little nap,

your hand in my hair
and the smell of air,

reaching out to us
then getting in a bus,

to go somewhere far
maybe a quaint bar,

and a close, quiet meal
perhaps strike a deal,

be true to one another
forever love each other,

wearing frills and laces
visiting different places,

me buying you a shirt
and calling you a flirt!

you pretending t’be annoyed
but actually overjoyed!

all the girls fall for you
what can poor you do?

* * *

oh, wouldn't it be fun,
if you n I were one,

no more making calls
or saying things false,

forever being together
through thick n thin weather,

always within reach
makin' out on the beach,

soaking in the rain
absolutely insane,

sitting by the river
moon just a sliver,

one dark, lovely night
with everything just right,

then going for a drive
ah! feelin' so alive,

read poetry to you,
another point of view…

or listening to music
experiencing magic,

your lips touching mine
and a kiss so fine,

scaling dizzy heights
scintillating lights,

with passions soaring high
consummation seeming nigh,

and yet denying nature
stopping moments later,

to consider if its right,
thus ensuing a moral fight...

the struggle seems endless
oh! how long the aloneness,

are the questions not quite right
why are answers never in sight,

is there really no other land
beyond the fabled fantasyland?

LEGAL MATE

i often wonder
what attracted me to you?
could there ever have been a bond between us?
someone
who turns away from my tears
and sleeps quite oblivious
(while i am awake
and aching)
could he really care
as much as you profess?

why do words seem so hollow?
why can't i
believe in them any more?

IDENTITY CRISIS

which me am i?

the child
the poet
or the sentimental fool,

the level-headed adult
or a bundle of confusion ?

reality
and
illusion
are
weaving
a
web,

what seems

is not…

the facades created
by imagination perhaps
to fulfil the needs

of wishful thinking?

CONDEMNED TO LOVE

i care
i share
(the closeness)

i reach out
(and sometimes,
find you are there)

i feel
i say
i love

(who cares?)

ADIEU

do i really believe
that time
or distance
can weaken
this bond
between us...

a bond,
created,
not by you
or me
but by existence itself.

why then am i sad,
at this
mere
physical
parting?

aren't minds
supposed

to transcend space
and silently communicate
in several different dimensions?

i only wish

i could've learnt how...

a little before you left.

A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME...

why don't you let me feel
the pleasure
and the pain
of knowing you...

doing little things,
that mean
so much to you...

without calling it love
or by any other name
after all,

isn't it just the same ?