Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

 "Dhruv is coming down for a day. Do you think we should plan a get together? " Kanika's face grew pale. Her heart skipped a beat but she drew a blank face.  "No. What do I care? He's a jerk. " "What really happened between you guys? You were such good friends. " "Friends? We were never friends. I never knew him at all. He left without even saying goodbye. " "So maybe this is a good time to sort your stuff out. Ask him. " "Ask him what? " "Why he left like that. Maybe there's something you don't know. Maybe he had a reason. " "Whatever his reason was, that's not how you treat people. It's cold and manipulative. " "But Kans, he's been going through a tough time lately. The new job hasn't exactly been a breeze. And he misses home. In fact, he told me he regrets making that move. " "I don't care. Did he for once ask about me? " "Not really. " &q

Think of me When it rains.  Everytime you hear A dancing melody,  See me moving across,  My hair hanging over My bare back, burning Over bonfires and trees.  When you feel cold And rub your hands together,  Remember my hands Every time they reached out To meet yours in vain.  Lines of a familiar poem,  That I may have quoted,  Pieces of my soul bared Just to make you feel at home.  When you see icy peaks On lonely roads far away From crowded cities And burnt down roads,  Think of me because I spoke of them before you roamed.  Green lakes kissing blue skies,  Everytime you see a cat,  Calling out to you, think of me.  In bottles of beer And glasses of wine,  Over meals of fish and rice.  In grey office buildings And empty balconies too.  Looking at smoky skies Gasping at yellow moons.  In songs of love and freedom,  Of heartbreak and longing Of waiting for someone to return,  When you break down over something So beautiful you can not believe It could ever be real for you.  Ruby red rin

The cold, hard ground,  Hides pebbles that crunch Under your worn out boots.  It will be dark soon,  You can feel the warmth Disappear as the chill sets in.  How many days on the road?  Has it been five already?  Look how far you've come from home.  Home, that place you can't remember too well.  This treacherous terrain feels familiar,  As if you have lived on these slopes before.  Maybe old lives as an old man,  With a crooked hat and a white moustache.  There's an eagle flying up in the blue sky,  So spotless without a cloud of white.  You look up, it looks down at you.  In that moment, you realise That you have really been here before.  Deja vu or a dream? A parallel world,  Captured in forgotten lines of poetry.  Maybe a comic book where the hero Travels high up, slips over stones And grabs the nearest cliff.  You shake your head.  You must focus on the road ahead.  An icy blue lake, like an azure mirror.  Have you been here too?  Is this where the fish died in the wint

She tiptoed further into the dark cave, following the sound of the water ahead. The cave was damp and smelt of death. It did not bother her at all, and neither was she afraid. She knew she was not allowed to see him, but who decided that? Who made up these rules? Once, just once, she had to see him. He had been in isolation for way too long.  She saw his footprints leading into the darkness. And then she saw bloody handprints on the walls of the cave. It had started then. He must be in a lot of pain.  Finally, she spotted him. Lying next to an underground stream. He was crying in anguish. When he saw her approach, he could not believe his eyes.  "You are not real. I'm imagining you again, am I not? " "No, my darling. It really is me. " She saw tears roll down his cheeks. The skin around his eyes was dark. He hadn't slept for days. Those eyes that brightened her smiles were dull. His lips were chapped and dry, his hair soiled from lying on top of stones. Then

  "Please don't quit. We can still be friends. Why would you leave your job now? You're doing so well." "Because I can't bear to look another day at you and not have you. Besides, you don't get to tell me what to do." "What are you going to do? " "I've found another job. You won't have to worry about seeing my face anymore. " "Where? " "Goa... " "What? Why would you find a job in Goa? Why not here? " "Because it's easier to start afresh there. Nothing to remind me of you. " "Wait. You don't want to see my face? Let me quit then. Let me go away. Maybe I'll find a job in Goa." "No, no, no. You are the senior. You stay. I'll get out of your hair. " "You're being very impulsive. You don't have to behave like this. Sacrifice your career for a man like me. Not even a good man, someone pitiable." "You are a good man. That's why

Chalo, ab maan hi lete hain Hum haar. Yeh baazi hum haar gaye.  Patte khol do apne aur le jao inaam.  Waise bhi toote huve tukdon  Ka karein bhi hum kya?  Tum hi rakh lo inhein.  Kissi darwaze par tang dena.  Toote hain par, rang birange bhi to hain.  Jab sanjh ki kirne dubki lagayengi inmein,  To har rang ke aansun dikhenge.  Dekho, mujhe harne ka apsos nahin.  Aisi koi baazi nahin jo maine jeeti hai.  Hamesha se hi harti rahi hoon.  Bahut logon ke saath baithi,  Socha kabhi to kuch jeet paungi.  Par aisa kabhi hua hi nahin.  Pata hai kyun? Kyunki maine hamesha Se hi jaan bujh kar haar maan li.  Khiladi to hum bhi shatir hain,  Ek baar agar hamari zabaan khul gayee,  To tum to ro hi padoge.  Par main aisa nahin karungi.  Pyaar ke liye haarne mein  Alag saa hi mazaa hai.  Agar main haar loon,  To tum kaunsa jeet jaoge?  Phir bhi, maan leti hoon,  Le jao sab kuch; din raat,  Aaj kal, chand suraj,  Hamari aankhein, gale ki taawiz,  Ek plate, takiya, baksa,  Joote, muskurahat, sapne,  Ung

Finding the middle road,  The one between  the left and the right,  The black and the white,  The shadow and the light.  Between love and lust,  Between  betrayal and trust,  The valley that lies on a flat ground,  Between the mountain and the clouds.  You are confused, you don't want to lose.  But there are other ways to be,  Between the resignation and the recklessness.  There is always a way,  To be happy and yet be moral,  To be wrong and yet be right.  To get what you want so badly,  And still not hurt a soul in sight.  Which is better? A bit or nothing?  Regret for a lifetime or adjusting?  I wouldn't mind letting go Of what I want so badly,  Just to have it close in sight,  To watch it, admire it,  Love it silently and still not fight.  Can we be friends for once?  Not foes or lovers or bedtime partners?  Is it possible to trust When you've been hurt before?  It is, anything is possible Everything is in reach,  If one only learns honesty.  To win hearts, to have a co

  Yes, I'm being followed by a moonshadow Moonshadow, moonshadow Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow Moonshadow, moonshadow And if I ever lose my hands Lose my plow, lose my land Oh, if I ever lose my hands Oh, if, I won't have to work no more And if I ever lose my eyes If my colours all run dry Yes, if I ever lose my eyes Oh, if, I won't have to cry no more Yes, I'm being followed by a moonshadow Moonshadow, moonshadow Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow Moonshadow, moonshadow And if I ever lose my legs I won't moan, and I won't beg Oh, if I ever lose my legs Oh, if, I won't have to walk no more And if I ever lose my mouth All my teeth, north and south Yes, if I ever lose my mouth Oh, if, I won't have to talk Did it take long to find me? I ask the faithful light Oh, did it take long to find me? And, are you gonna stay the night? I'm being followed by a moonshadow Moonshadow, moonshadow Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow Moonshadow, moonshadow Moons

Cutting away dead branches,  Pruning away old weeds,  Letting dried flowers fall.  Chopping off old hair,  Threads, ties, attachments,  Bonds, friends, past-thems,  Present have-nots, have-beens,  Have-but not haves, have-but not wants.  Blocking everyone I don't know Anymore; can't care less If I seem cold, old, heartless,  Faithless, clueless, dreamless.  Deleting, cleaning, wiping,  Seeming there, but I'm not.  One month more, I'm out.  Dead, gone, never understood,  Whether was foolish or not.  Loved, unloved, admired, stalked,  Left behind alone, met alone  Once, never, ever again.  Saw, known, recognised, dismissed,  Hidden, ignored, lied to, abandoned.  Walking alone, now alone,  Days alone, wanting to be left alone.  New walls, now building new walls.  Old ones broken by handless men,  By voodoo dolls, wives, friends,  Tarot readers, family, your family,  I know it all, I'm Miss Know-it-all.  So broken, so tired, so blamed.  I agree, I admit, I'm guilty

Don't wake up,  Just yet.  Let's say our sleepy Good Mornings.  Let me touch  Your eye lashes.  My hand inside Your shirt Just to hear  That heartbeat I've been hearing In my dreams For so many years now.  Let me breathe  Behind your neck,  Find my missing warmth Under your ears.  Like a cat,  I will purr On your weaknesses,  Claw at your tired eyes.  I know you are tired, baby,  I won't ask for much.  You can pretend to sleep,  Let my fingers  Go downtown,  Where the music plays,  And the people dance.  Curl around a counter,  And dig my toes in.  Let me cover your Silences with my sounds,  Low pitch, high pitch,  Blues, rock and hip hop.  Let me swing around In abandon as you watch Me from a corner Of the bar, the tequila Wet on your lips,  Touching my lips, Our tongues meeting Halfway, but never really  Finding a common ground.  Let me hear you moan,  As you finally exhaust yourself,  And decide to come sit down.  Over spilled drinks Over early morning highs,  Let me

 "Okay, enough of the cribbing! What would your fantasy date really be like? " "I don't know. I need to be pampered, wined and dined. So he would have to be in a suit. We would meet at a classy bar, talk, laugh. Then we would go to an expensive hotel. " "So, no houses? " "No houses. I like the idea of making love in a luxurious bed. Does it sound frivolous? " "No. Not at all. It's a fantasy. Anything is allowed." "I don't know, maybe there's something wrong with me. But I only like rich men. " "Go on. I'm not judging." "Yeah, I know you won't. But I guess there's not much else. He should dress well, smell really good, talk eloquently... " 'Hmmm. Even if he's a serial killer? " "Ughh. You promised you wouldn't judge! " "Sorry, sorry. What about the sex? " "I want him to woo me, seduce me, then pleasure me. " "Interesting." &