Every time I see in your eyes,
There are some truth and equal lies,
My mind warns them from staring,
but my heart ignores and keeps looking,
When I touch your hand and feel it,
It is a little warm and equally gelid,
My body instructs to hold them,
but my heart advises considering again,
Every time you are near,
I feel a part of you is present, the rest at linger,
My heart says you are mine,
But my mind shakes me, saying it is just an incline,
I have the guts to ask your feelings,
but my heart is fragile and is afraid of losing,
Don’t speak the truth,
I am happy in this deceiving,
We both know the reality,
but please don’t stop playing,
I carry a childish heart, you show juvenile acts,
If today is so beautiful who wants historical facts,
Let your eyes splendidly pretending,
And let me have them staring…
Sometimes I touch her face,
Sometimes I slide her hair out of place,
When we sit together,
I play with her toes and tickle her feet,
whenever we argue,
I am the first to admit my defeat,
When she cooks,
My God! she looks damn pretty,
even though the food is always a little high on salt,
I finish my plate all empty,
She is always out of words,
making conversations are not her specialty,
To keep her away from hanging the call,
I talk rubbish and make a fool out of me,
She doesn’t like surprises,
she feels everyone knows her in the city,
So I make sure to bring a red rose
and stand on the stairs of the metro station brazenly,
She gets embarrassed, she gets angry,
And the next one hour she would give me scolding tightly,
My heart sinks a little,
every time I see her go away,
Even if she talks to her friends,
I get insecure, I honestly say,
It’s true, love is not perfect, actually, it never is,
But when someone is this beautiful, I can bear it,
Sometimes I wonder if I am really in love,
Then I look at her and wonder,
“Do I really deserve a girl like her?”,
Then she looks at me and smiles,
“You know you are crazy, you are insane”
And I fall in love again…
-N2S
02052016
“I want to fall in love again, All you have to say is Love Me Like I Love You”
If I ever buy a convertible, I want to take you with me,
I would stand on your doorsteps and wait for you to get ready,
You hate flowers, I won’t bring them,
Neither chocolates are your favorite things,
If I would ever sing, I would sing for you,
I know I am terrible but to make you smile, there is nothing I wouldn’t do,
If I would ever try ice cream cake, I want to taste it with you,
Or maybe we would share a bowl of Pho,
I will take you to my favorite places,
And would listen to whatever you would ask me to,
If I would ever get wings, I would instantly fly to you,
I would watch you eat, I would watch you sleep,
I would smolder when you would draw, I would sigh if you would weep,
If I ever have to share my bed, I want to share it with you,
running my fingers on your back, I would cuddle you,
to make you giggle, I would kiss your neck,
I would smell your hair, would do a heartbeat check,
We would talk for hours till you would fall asleep,
I would carry you to bed and give you a goodnight kiss,
I say stupid things sometimes, that I don’t mean,
I just want your attention, perhaps some care I need,
Like you, I have been hurt before, I am heartbroken too,
So without any lie, pretention or deceit;
I want to fall in love again,
All you have to say is Love me like I love you…
“हमारी जिस्म की राख को उनकी राह पर बिखरा देना, के इसी बहाने इस आशिक़ को उनके कदम छु जाए”
ना फूलों की डोली हो,
नही कोई शहनाई हो,
ना पलके भीगे यारों की,
ना कोई गमगीन समा हो,
जब अपनी अर्थी उठे तो बस,
उसके कदमों की आहट हो,
उसके कदमों की आहट पड़े और,
सफेद लिबास में लिपटी वो दस्तक दे,
देखे वो अपनी हसीन निगाहो से के,
हमारे चेहरे पे वो मुस्कुराहट आज भी है,
छोड़ के गये थे होंठों पर,
वो तारीफ के शब्द आज भी हैं,
तारीफ भी क्या करें उस मंज़र की,
जब वो हमको देखकर पलके झुकाए गुज़रते थे,
क्या तारीफ करें उस सादगी की
जिसपर हम लूट जाया करते थे,
हमारी बेसब्र कोशिशों का बस एक ही मकसद था,
के उसका दुपट्टा गुज़रे हमारे चेहरे से या
उसकी उंगलियाँ हमारे हाथों को छु जाए,
सोचते थे की कोई राह तो ऐसी
ज़रूर होगी जिसके मोड़ पर वो हमसे टकरा जाए,
पर ना वो राह मिली ना ही वो मोड़ आया,
ज़िंदगी गुज़र गयी इसी इंतज़ार में,
ना वो मंज़र लौटा, ना वो दौर आया,
अब जो लोग हमारे जनाज़े को कंधा लिए चल रहे हैं,
हमारी नज़रें अब भी जगी हैं इसी इंतेज़ार में,
के आज तो दुश्मन भी आए हैं हमें अलविदा करने,
एक पल के लिए ही सही वो मेहरबान आए,
ना आ सके वो तो भी कोई उन्हे दोष ना देना,
कोई तो वजह रही होगी,
गुनेहगार नही हैं वो,
हमारी जिस्म की राख को उनकी राह पर बिखरा देना,
के इसी बहाने इस आशिक़ को उनके कदम छु जाए…
Sometimes it is hard to keep up with you, you can change at any moment…
Hmmm…(you do this a lot)…Hmmm,
there are many things I like about you, here are just a few of them,
You are terrible at Maths like me,
You loathe studies; exams, you hate them just like me,
You hate cats as you are a dog person,
You get moody sometimes, perhaps quite often,
that also makes me worry, now and then,
You love your family and friends,
You like me in percentages, how much it is now hon?
Hmmm…Hmmm…
Do you still need enough reasons?
I guess I have already listed over dozens,
You love Pho, and your noodles instant,
You hate Yoga, I don’t know when you would learn,
You worry about pimples just like any other teen,
You think over and over about things that you haven’t even done,
In one minute you are a flirt, you become stoic in another second,
Sometimes it is hard to keep up with you,
you can change at any moment,
I still don’t know why you hate Koreans,
out of thousands of TV shows out there, you like Balika Badhu,
Seriously?
It baffles me how that show is still even running,
I appreciate when you wish to be an Indian,
It’s okay baby, we are already too much for this world,
we are already over one billion,
But I must say,
You are perfect the way you are, you don’t need any modification,
Hmmm…I like you anyway,
I like your character,
I don’t find it very common,
You have integrity, that is uncommon,
I like your surprises, they keep me wondering what would happen,
Baby! we have to work on your humor,
coz your jokes sometimes get hard to take in,
But I like when you care about me,
I like when I get your messages in the mornings,
I like when you get jealous,
And I really like when you tell others I am your boyfriend,
Hmmm…do you still need any other reason?
I am a poet, all I can do is write a terrible poem,
at the best and simplest, all I can say to you…
I love you…
-N2S
02072015
