Ye Laal Ishq

Distinct rafts in tempest flows, maybe we aren't close,

Clean, sober, empty over, over to the seas do we hover.

Death strikes a heart twice, once when it lays once when it lies,

Wouldn't I cut and throb in pain, to be in your company again?

I still wait for the bus to pass, I still wake up for a physics class,

Nostalgic is the flu and inventory, such a fucked up story.

The love is red indeed, red as a rose, ye laal Ishq...

The love is tender, tender as butter, ye malaal ishq…

Naive

A tender naive heart is forever won,
When a morning bloom meets the sun,
Or when the ship of love first sets sail,
Or when a ferocious dog wags its tail.

Such a heart rains emotion everywhere,
Unaware that future also needs a share,
Blinded to have found a partner in crime,
Ignorant how nature changes over time.

The flower shall wilt and the dog will die,
The grief may leave no more tears to cry,
All that lives shall someday have to perish,
Blessed is the heart with a love to cherish.

వంతెన

కాశీ విశ్వేశ్వరుని ముంగిట హాహాకారపు గంటలు
గంగా నదీ తీరాన ఏవో గుర్తు తెలియని మంటలు.

గ్రీష్మపు ప్రభాత సూర్యుడి భస్మాకారపు చీకటి,
కబేళ ప్రవాహ నిర్ఝరీలో పావనమైనదా ఈ తటి?

అన్నీ కర్మలలోకెల్లా ఏది ఎక్కువ హీనం?
బుక్సార్ వంతెన పైనుండి పడతోసి విలీనం.

ఏమని చెప్పను ఈ పుణ్యభూమిని గూర్చి?
ఏ రాచగృహం కట్టను ఈ శవాలను చేర్చి?

Choice

When you're soaking in tubs, smoking in pubs,
sipping on sugary cups playing with pups
Do you see the skill of the potter, glassblower,
do you taste your tea, or just sit and pity?

When you're riding the roads, crushing the toads,
amidst the neon boards hauling the loads,
Do you see the graffiti on sidewalls, waterfalls,
do you hear a banjo strum, or a bass drum?

Have you seen a fine wine vanish like turpentine,
drunk by the lush swine like they have a deadline?
Not all who share the privilege, taste anise or sage,
there may be a spillage, or an abrupt slippage.

Have you seen a plain lane, black asphalt mundane,
painted for a penny gain, into an art insane?
There is a beauty can seek, be it in a crooked beak,
or the mount Fuji's peak, am I a geeky freak?

To see such beauty is an art,
a technique learnt by the heart,
The learnt ones are fortunate,
for its not a course by the state.

Maybe it's my biased schemata
That you find them in every strata.

Seeking

Vapours of the ember, nights of a cold December,
Push me into slumber, nothing to remember.
A thorough inspection, deliberate introspection,
A memoir collection, to rekindle affection.

Keys on the hooks, just where no one looks,
Bills in the books, where Lord Tolkien cooks,
banded bangled wrist, pen bleeding in the fist,
a week long Playlist, to wipe the clock’s mist.

What to teach the kids? Who asks and who bids?
Where are the glass lids? How to control aphids?
The world fades white, too bright a light,
Hear my muted plight? Come help me fight.

All that I now can recall, a young and a lively fall,
Spring Fair's game stall, shooting darts at a doll.
It's the only life I see, in this world I’d love to flee,
The only moment I was free, a flash and I still glee.

A second or a week, when I was tense and meek,
Too love-shy to speak, That is all I wish to seek.