Fringes of Infinity

You wait for me..
On the fringes of infinity..
Staring agape..
Yes its me, its you...

I see a despicable distance to be crossed
the scraped surface of earth,
feels comfortable though.
Living at once, 
the dream sacrificed for a thousand times...

And as I reach you,
your touch sings a lullaby..
The momentary closure of eyes
consoling my sleepless nights..

Your eyes tell a story,
of longing
of helplessness..
Mine
of desolation
of destitution..

And a lump rises somewhere inside,
oblivious to those fringes of infinity..
we sob !!!

...!!!!!!!

I wait for you in the running wind

Moving clouds and the calling oceans

Sensual swaying of the morning mist

Sounds of music in virtual vibrations----By Virji

Inspired--

I wait for you ... 

also with the evening hues...

the rustling leaves, 

the tiny crickets and the fire files,

with every passing chirm...

as the night falls, 

deepening the sweet salt smell of the sea, 

the passion of her waves...

their rhythmic meetings on the shore,..

with my drooping eyes i search in her...

the meaning of my longing...

the echoes of my erratic moods...

the ineffables of love

Quiet

I stay quiet before the screams of mundane logic

the corroding sheets of cognizance underneath me,

too lazy to beat the slumber.

I am no clean.

   a thief

   a liar

   a conspirator

I wander..ragged of peace

envying the simplicity of goodness.

I wish I could float..

and then glide..

and then just disappear.

Into the all knowing cloudless night sky

which now basks in the afterglow of my sound sleep.

Someday

Simple relations are good sometimes..many times ! Some buffer to the inevitable fuck i guess. I always tend to fall for the complicated ones though. It has served me good , fair even, but tires me these days. I wonder how would it be with a stable life. A fixed thing to look forward to while going back home. Some order in life. Falling a little off this randomness of everyday. But then, the moment I see some routine into things, I have seen myself running away from things . Probably I am commitment phobic ! Its not the mundane revival of things that comes with it that scares me, perhaps its the sincerity. The sweetness which goes into being perfectly happy with that routine and the utter innocence of revolving your world around that it. 

I feel trapped with relationships, my system starts seeing it as a challenge to the protection i get in my own shell. Probably, its the failure which scares me. Both, of letting yourself fall for somebody and gathering yourself up again over the failure.And maybe stupidity mocks at my face at times. But somehow, I feel safe here. Alone at times. Lonely .But safe. Because this way, I don't belong to anybody. Maybe the complexities I put into my relationships make me feel protected .

Ironically, I wait for love to happen. It should happen someday. Not with a bang ,I will run back into my hollow at that very instance. Perhaps it will happen with hushed words , during the quiet hours of dawn, or the empty weekends or maybe in the winter of  December or with the subtle warmth of early March.

Or while the evening hues spread themselves over me , on someday , of some month , of some year...

Skies

These blue skies are biased to me now...

for I have recited to them ,

my poetries,

my endless agonies,

my desolate times,

His memories...

they pour when i cry,

they listen to my subdued silences...

and they have written my memoirs,

while I have kissed  the whistle of lonely winds..

while I have made love with the midnight waves..

while I have slept off at the bay

and dreamt buried in the white sands,

dreams of a thousands constellations growing in my womb...

I have been a partner in ballet to the love's parody...

I have despised it ,

vandalized it..

and then mourned over for a zillion times...

For love's symphony is soothing only when heard

alas ! its wild when sung...

The ineffables of an unleashed soul are risky to case..

They are best left alone,

to themselves,

to the skies

Bombay Bombay !!

                Its been a while that I have been living here now. And I promise I have never seen a city so electric. Everybody is a star here and yea everybody has an urge to be successful !! Yesterday I met a man , he sold us two packets of lays and charged extra rs 10 just because we bought it at marine drive, on asking he says ,
                "Toh kya hua saab, aap toh paisa kamate ho na itna, mereko bhi aamir banneka hai. "
It doesn't surprise me though because Bombay does gives you wings, Wings to fly to the gateway of dreams & the vigor to chase them.
               Everyday I see the city reborn for a several times, as the day seeps into the beautiful Arabian sea.
''Arabian sea '' I somehow find the name magical.Like I could find a hidden treasure or mermaids or pearls on its shore... I find her occupied in the mornings, busy in the afternoons, a mixture of cheer and tire in the evenings and sexy at nights.
               When it comes to liking a place , I like to call people 'the sea people' and the 'mountain people' because it always ultimately comes down to which place do u want to go back to when you think of home.
For me it has always been the sea. I like the sand slipping underneath the feet when you stand at the shore,the salty smell, the damp air, the sunsets and sunrises, the conspiring sky and water at the horizon and Oh My! My! the sound of the waves at the shore..
               Bombay is beautiful(i somehow like the name bombay, more than mumbai) ! I would even call her extravagant ! Her art deco buildings , the wide streets , the trees which do not seem sparse before the hoard of vechicles, the sea link and the feeling you get when you get your head out of the car's window to see the suspended strings falling behind..the sky scrapers , and the markets !
              These days I see myself falling for her..hopelessly, madly !! I stay here or otherwise, she would always be the first city I fell in love with. She gives me a high keeps me soaring ..At times, even makes me feel beautiful ,stylish...  

thoughts

"  Sometimes you don't want to be anywhere near tangible,but disappear. And appear at a completely unknown ,unseen platform.At thoughtlessness. And you get there and you realize you still cannot sleep.Maybe the pang of not knowing what you feel is way too much to be able to sleep. 

Thoughts follow the code of book. Code of perfectly straight pages of a virgin book. The way they become crooked around the corners with the passing time and you simply find them too stubborn , to give in to your frustration, of not able to bend them right! 

They, the thoughts are stubborn. Unyielding . Perspective less. Nasty. Good. Bad. Tender. Harsh. Gentle.

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  They do everything but heed you! "
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