Some like poetry,
some like it plain,
sun has come down,
I think it’s gonna rain

Laziness of the poet,
love of the beach sand,
never read are the poems,
which are sung by heart’s land.

Chemicals of emotions,
in the shadow of a tree.
Superman and a poet relies
love is not what we see

Emails and the written words
spell new generation of feeling.
I told you to send me a letter
I am not used to stealing.

I told you that
I will be late tonight, I have deadlines.
You said “It’s OK, I will wait for you“.

Lust complexes the human mind,
in night lust prays for a sin,
during day it makes
you a dustbin.

I traveled my journey on
other female’s body.
From head to toe
I tell her something I had told
you
before.

Unbuttoning shirts and
Unzipping pants,
I embrace a new body
like I embraced
you
on first night.

Some perpendicular and parallel motions,
I play on the office chair,
I close the windows
with fear of being caught as a player.

And I get a SMS from
you
in between
“Love, I made special thing for you. Come soon.“

I felt sad after reading the SMS,
had a guilt of committing a crime.
And I thought I loved you crazy
with everything going fine.

I said sorry to someone near me,
I buttoned and zipped my thing,
I left the place as soon,
pushing the fourth finger in the wedding ring.

Today while coming back from office, the weather became murky and really cool and everybody was hoping that it will rain and it rained in bits and pieces.

While I was driving the car, I could see animals feeling the unexpected rain happily. I could see trees were fresh again, and dust on them was washed with rain droplets.

But people were looking for cover and running towards the trees, and the bridges, few had umbrella with them as the morning was too hot. That feeling inspired me to write couple of lines in Punjabi language (my mother tongue).

Punjabi with Roman Script

Aaj barre chirran baad meeh peya
te pyasi dharti di pyaas bhuji,
ad-marein virkhaan cha jaan aagayi,
te pashu-pachien khush hogaye baarish de mausam nu mehsus karke.

Bas ik insaan hi si jerra perra te thale,
pul de niche,
te chaate di bukal maarke chal reha si.

English Translation
After a very long time, today it rained
and thirsty earth was satisfied,
half-dead trees were filled with life again
and birds and animals were happy after feeling the monsoons.

But only human beings were hiding in trees,
below the bridges,
and were walking under the umbrella’s arms.

Song: Recessional
Artist: Vienna Teng
Album: Dreaming Through The Noise (2007)

This is one of those songs, which can make you fall in love with the singer. This is one of those songs, which can fill voids in your life, can inspire you.

This is one of those songs, which is truthful to its listeners.

This song has one of most amazing lyrics and is sung by one of the most mesmerizing voices. I really don’t understand, why do all Grammy and other music awards are not given to singers like this.

Can you point any major imperfection out of this almost perfect song?

(I could not found the originals on Soundcloud, that’s why YouTube link)

Here is the beauty of words:

It’s so beautiful here, she says,
This moment now, this moment now.
And I never thought I would find her here,
Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed.

She’s looking at me, straight to center,
No room at all for any other thought.
And I know I don’t want this,
Oh, I swear I don’t want this,
There’s a reason I don’t want this,
But I forgot.

In the terminal, she sleeps on my shoulder,
Hair falling forward, mouth all askew.
Fluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead:
Passengers missing, we’re looking for you.

And she dreams through the noise, her weight against me,
Face pressed into the corduroy grooves.
Maybe it means nothing,
Maybe it means nothing,
Maybe it means nothing,
But I’m afraid to move.

And the words, they’re everything and nothing.
I want to search for her in the offhand remarks:
Who are you, taking coffee no sugar?
Who are you, echoing street signs?
Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover,
Dark curtains drawn by the passage of time?
Oh words, like rain, how sweet the sound.

Well anyway, she says, I’ll see you around

Dreams I have and air I breathe, lonely I am in the colors of heat. . Desires got tired, words got fired, I seldom see you in the poems of keat. . I am awake all night, flowing thoughts like a kite…

Wrote a poem after a long time.

Felt Refreshing………

Poets going digital to make more people read poetry.

Must read for all poets!!!!!!!!

Whenever I feel that I have lost you,

You find me again in darkest corner of my universe.

 .

The days are longer now,

the summer has arrived.

The distance of our feelings has become shorter,

some words rest on our hands and some on our feet.

 .

I try to be that one smile,

which can always be selfless for you.

. 

The nights are shorter now,

the summer has arrived.

I am just another emotion seating next to you

and you look at me like another teardrop on bedsheet.

 .

I can admire your flaws and inconsistencies,

as I know I am more imperfect than your flaws.

Why I should be the rain and

you should be the cloud?

Special days of pain

and anxiety of the proud.

.

Why love is displayed and

we always place it wrong?

The desire to be with you

can’t be filled with a song.

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Why lost are the days and

quiet are the nights?

When I write a word,

I do remember the fascinating sights.

.

Why I visited the places, for

the journey left long ago?

I spelled you name wrongly,

now please let me go.

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Tera jism hai, teri rooh hai, ya sirf tu hai.

Teri akh ch tanhai te dil vich gunaah kyu hai?

.

Tu tarpadi, tu jaagdi, Tu rondi ethe roz hai.

Tasveer teri saamne, par lagda aje vi tera boz hai.

.

Raat haneri, din chubdi dhup, te shaam soyi rehndi hai.

Main jagda, te larrda, par teri akh kuj na kendi hai.

Whenever I feel that I have lost you,

You find me again in darkest corner of my universe.

 .

The days are longer now,

the summer has arrived.

The distance of our feelings has become shorter,

some words rest on our hands and some on our feet.

 .

I try to be that one smile,

which can always be selfless for you.

. 

The nights are shorter now,

the summer has arrived.

I am just another emotion seating next to you

and you look at me like another teardrop on bedsheet.

 .

I can admire your flaws and inconsistencies,

as I know I am more imperfect than your flaws.

By Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

I have been always fascinated by short stories, as they hold some mysteries to be unwrapped slowly. The Things around Your Neck by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is a collection of short stories printed in different newspapers and magazines. The book is brilliant piece of work, portraying woman’s mind as well as feelings for her identity through the eyes of beautiful words.

Each story is amazing and creates a sense of attachment towards the characters. The love for the culture, woman status in the African nation (which is certainly same in most of the developing nations), search of Nigerian identity in new country, and beauty of the feelings embraced with the solitude of the countryside. Some of the stories in the book left me surprised as well as with the feeling of belonging.

• ‘A Private Experience’, where two women of different religions take a shelter in an old and abandoned shop after a riot breaks out, tells you no matter which religion you belong to, you have same feelings for your family and near ones.
• Have you ever applied for US visa? ‘The American Embassy’ lets you feel the same. In this story, the words let you see the character standing in the queue, answering thousands of questions in her mind about her choice of visa (i.e. asylum), struggling with words when she meets the visa officer, and facing the rejection with an ambiguous vision ahead.

It feels like you lose a part of yourself after each story ends, but the lost part meets you again in next story. The author knows how to play with words and to create a new feeling in you with each story.

My only advice to you is, read this book with an open mind, and definitely you will have the same feelings to share with others as I had.

Rating: 4/5

I saw dreams

and I saw people,

dreams created illusion about people I met.

I have been

living an illusion my whole life.

An illusion which can be destroyed any time,

by anyone,

by any means.

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My life is an untitled novel.

I don’t know who will read me, or whether I will get published anytime.

The words of my life are mystery to everybody,

they don’t have any choice, they don’t have any voice.

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My untitled life living an illusion.