Molly Jane

Sweet Molly Jane, walks into the mouth as a serpent’s claim,
Sweet Molly Jane, runs each evening to his heart’s disdain,
She mocks all with the light in her left hand,
She walks past the fields and hears of five hundred lands.

She sniffs and snorts her tears aback, laughs to save them for a day aghast,
She smiles and winks at those wide lit eyes,
Sweet Molly Jane, chained to the strings of a different flame,
She abides none but her heart, the mind feels so depressed melancholy of partial frame.

Look at her now, as she froths past the sea,
Vanishing past the horizon to a shore clean,
Gods call her to their abode, human race was not one of her place,
Vapors of unmisted steam arise as she dreams !

Day

With each day passing,
Springs the colors of flavors,
Unblended unsplashed, clear in different ingots,
Left alone aside and buzzing for a different sky.

Words left are too little to say,
Those left too are said little,
Not for the chase or the chime,
But to leave the grease out of the hands.

When I walked these lanes, they were the same,
I never was with each passing night,
Lessons such abstract and so fiery,
Left alone in hope, joy, regret and disdain.

Questions I still would love to ask,
Heart I never know shall ever fly insane,
For unspoken left alone they shall flutter the mind,
For spoken they may shake some old rhymes.

Rhymes of dreamless days, of gone past kinds,
Of flavored smokes, of whiskey and coax.
Of the eyes filled in lights,
Of rims and rings and pulled out fights.

Should I ? Or Should I not ?
To be or not to be ?

Nor the End, Neither the Start

Welcome aboard all hail the freshmen,
Look yonder to the beauty of life we promise you,
Of life, love and thy streams, divert your course if thou art steady,
Work hard for the rule you know of the game we shall play.

Next thou dost lose in the game thine strived for,
Though thou still have’th the strength of heavens in your arms,
Of might, measure and mix unconquered,
Aim for thine solace in chaos admist the fury and the staunch.

You shall wage for a war never thought of, speak up for ideals never your own,
Care for those overgrown, child within you to wither to their faults,
Wear the smile, hide the wail, for the fury the quails,
Unsung in the diplomatic houses of yonder love and lust.

True I worked to your will Oh life,
Striving hard, bending to thine shrine,
Delivering love in each form,
Demanding none from the creation of your line.

Wilted to the fumes of fury unsung, lost in waves,
Echoes to the salt of the sea, the one the sea loses,
The men abide, not for the taste but for the necessity,
Pinch here pinch there, perfectly balancing out spaces.

Still springs from the core a mark of quest,
You taught me a lot life, forty years in four,
Never to unfold where shall we go from here,
Into the sea, the sun or the abyss.

Walk into these times oh dearest one,
Amiss I walk along treaded paths of the dead.

Nishant Saurabh.

Dirges

It was a wakeful afternoon, moisture was  dancing past the gasps of the ends of hairs shrugged out of extreme emotional and mental torsion. She was in my arms, awake and without life, my eyes were closing out on her, she was breathing I think, I could feel it, her eyes going blind, like mine, but in heart we had been unified for life. She looks so beautiful, those hairs that curl out of the ends of her ears, into the supple cheeks, the subtle nose struggling for air, as if something was forcing life out of her, her lips which folded like a bow, one we had seen in our ancient books. The lines in the lower lips were so distinct, dark and lifeless. She looks at me, not with pain nor pleasure.

I could now see her no more, my eyes were dark, life was turning around in  waves and passing through, all the pictures, colourful and in all of them you, oh darling living in love is beautiful but the union of death is unfathomable, I can see it, and I know you will too.

The first picture of yours comes in when I saw you first, the front bench of the school, nothing too striking about your features, compared to the other well furnished and sophisticated ladies, you were raw, made for love, my love, only my love.

The day when I said “I will die for you and you giggled, ah so where will I get a company so beautiful, I will miss you”. The countless days we spent sitting beside the shades of the mango groove, we were young, we talked, and talked on topics and life, on mirrors and shadows, on the dark and the light, on gods and the nazis, on narcissists and introverts, on beauty and you.

We came through so long darling, look, from the days of laughter, to days of summer, to job, to marriage and to sun. Love they used to ask me, I never knew the answer and nor did you. I do not still know if we were true.

Lately I have seen you shying away from my shade, we are no longer we, we sleep like a couple and wake up to be complete strangers, my love never faded, what has happened to you ? I saw you the other day laughing on the phone, and then on the coffee shop at the Falcon’s road. I do not know the man I never wanted to know him. The other day when I entered your soul, it asked me to leave, I have never felt so, where should I explain ? I asked you, you fumbled, I may be a fool for the world but when it comes to love sweetheart I know you more than me.

Do you still remember the softness of your arms that once comforted me, made me feel as if I could exchange anything just to be there, with you, in the moment, forever. I gave you more than I had in love, I destroyed every other thing that came in between us, but now I realise I must destroy us to liberate the love. No book shall write our story love, we shall be lost in time.

Look, I am so tired, I wish to look at you but my eyes would not open for the mist, and the fog around is too heavy. We worked so hard to make this all possible.

Today is our anniversary, I brought a ring for you and wrapped it with our end. I am very tired darling, have a good sleep, will meet you again when we wake up.

Good Night !

क्षण

“क्षणिक अहम्, क्षणिक हम, क्षणिक हर खुशी क्षणिक हर गम,
इस क्षण में हर क्षण हो, हर क्षण में हो समय तुम |”

Can’t Find

Lost in the space of the real and the imaginary,
Questions ? Still clear.

Words unspoken, thoughts untaken,
See for yourself no fruits it can bear,
Time you see is a real catch,
Will erase it all, from the mind mixed in the ease.

Ease if the world, the comfort like the Lear,
Unkempt is the part left and cornered for you,
It has no bier, no buyer, no seller,
Cornered it refuses to take up the clear.

Still will it be removed, I know, I deny,
I wish I could walk with a gooodbye,
Someday from the woods of the brown eyes,
With sun dear, black and bleak from fear.

No end, no start, nothing at all dear,
I can see, or foresee or steer.

निशा

उस सुबह की इंतज़ार में अब रात ही हसीन लगने लगी,
जिसकी दस्तक को हम तरसते थे, उस वक्त से अब डरने लगे,
खुद को समझाया बहुत पर अब ना समझ पाएँगे,
ऐ वक्त तेरी रेह्गुज़र में हम सिमट कर रह जायेंगे |

तेरी निगहो में हम ने चुरये पल कयी,
गुस्तखि माफ की जाए जो उठाएँ शब कहीं,
शमा को मालूम कहाँ था की उसकी चाह में,
हम परवाने जल कर रह जायेंगे |

निशांत सौरभ

Dust

Dancing past the faint moonbeams,
The dust danced to the tune of the smoke screens,
The way was lit by fire, oh the sun,
The end was never seen, ah, it never mattered.

Till the last axe did cut the birch,
Shady Birch, with strides worth the sky,
Dreamy days of the fearless nights,
Standing, Walking, Restless times.

Till the time played it’s trick,
Showed the joker of his wits,
He laughed at his own jokes,
Cracked was the whip of the time that shone.

Till I walk past the times again,
In dreams, as a dust off your face,
In times when none shall forego,
In spaces which we could never know.

Angie

Waiting for you looking ahead and back,
When they cried with tears, in those years,
I had none to speak nor to hear,
I miss you and make you out of a past that never was.

Or am I destined not to bear that shine,
Of love, pure, purged, pristine,
Every shadow I ask the same question,
Those near and those far off in the rear.

I if I shall ever have the name, they all say,
Of love, true and complete,
When the name of the gods reside in the book of starry nights,
Waiting I have been finding no reasons for thy being,

Spare me of the curse for I bear faith,
You shall be there walking on the lawns of Elysia,
Where a dove you cater to, and the river flows anyways,
Always, walk me past the knowing of the day.

Nishant Saurabh

Personal God

Ah you make him your god,
Your very own personal god,
Then you praise him, pray to him,
You walk like mad men in the herd.

You love him, adore him, dream and worship him,
Then you want him in shackles, loving you, leaving none,
You wish him to be mortal to walk you through,
You wish for his death, and decrease.

And then your personal god, is gone,
He is not your anymore, he has left you alone,
You pelt stones at him, and kill those who sing in praise,
Ah this is how you make gods, personal Gods !