friends
Not just yet…
on a starry night
at the packed bags
the traveller’s plight
Where I come from
where is it I’m off
this heart is bleeding
at the parting thoughts
At the far edge of this night
I find the light’s not too far
For every night has a day
and this is just a start
For those I leave behind
will walk with me again
so there are really no tears
no real pain
For I leave no hate
on these concrete roads
and love is never left behind
never thrown out of the door
For a place this special
needs a celebration
not a morbid end
to two years of redemption!
For there are still journeys ahead
words unsaid smiles unmet
I will not mourn this day
for it ain’t goodbye just yet
Mumbai Minutes


The Lost Friend
A wordless acquaintance
A loss of a friend
he passed by swiftly
and said nothing in the end
My anger washed over
a cold knife through the heart
I vowed to neglect his existence
until he breathed his last
At length he found another friend
at a new world’s gate
a friend who promised peace
a friend who knew no hate
Thought his silence is revenge
Thought him angry till his last breath
I knew not the silence of pain
for his new friend was death….
To all my friends
A life lived full of known mysteries
words telling stories already told
there was once a poet who knew little glory
whose loneliness sometimes left her cold
she then met those with brave hearts
full of life, love and affection
her heart was suddenly filled with joy
“This cold cold heart
deserves no good”, she thought aloud
“Your heart? cold??”
through their pain they mocked about
They rescued her from her chambers of solitude
for her they traveled the world’s end
they were and forever will be
a lost poets’ best friends…