Time

Clock is ticking
With its dials clicking
As I trip down the memory lane
Days, weeks and years seem to be flicking.

Now
When I look back at those good,old days
The prose of life by time's quill
I wish, I could go back,
And stayed there till.
For there're times in our life
We wish, time should've stayed still.
Each of its moments we would have replayed,
If it was in our will...

Wish I could feel those hugs again
Those thousand kisses on my face
That resurgence of tears 
Those touches that made me daze...

Those fights with dear ones
The sound we did, while we sloshed
Those tears,smiles and food we shared together
The moments that brought us close
Getting angry with mom
Over an sour, unwanted medicine's dose
The way we faked our anger for that
The way we closed our room's door.

Those pangs, that failed me to dust
Now,they seem like a withered city
Past on the way of my life...
Their weils distantly echoing through air,
Piercing it like a knife.
But I've no time to turn back,
As there is no time for pity.

Whatever I wish or think now,
Past,now,is just a story.
You may reread ,remember,drink,cherish,
But never relive it,in present's glory.

So, I feel that I must stop wishing
For the time to stop.
As it will one day,for us.
For everyone.
But,till then:
Let the time flow,by its own free will,
We have ours to enjoy,be happy and chill!

The Dragon Carcass

Had varieties of dreams today. I saw myself crying on the grave of a saint,which was in a busy street of Istanbul. It was visible,only when the floor was warm; when people walked more on that particular spot. That floor had his fresco. The face was like that of Jesus. Then: the dream changed suddenly.

He and I were disposing a dragon carcass lying in front of our home. We raced back to home,to see who reaches the flagpole of the stadium behind our home first. Before running off,we casted one last glance back at the carcass. It started raining. We saw that,the shadow of dragon carcass's head was not exactly that of a head. It was branded. It had a mark that looked like an eye. Suddenly the shadow solidified and became the shards of blue glass. When I picked up one of the shards,the land suddenly seemed like turning mushy. I felt my feet wobbling. Then,with fear as well as with respect for the dead beast, I threw away the glass shard at the horde and told him that I don't want whatever I don't need.

What happened next was even more disturbing and equally fascinating. I was at a hotel where I had never been before in my life. I saw there,a group of transgenders. I was wondering about the looks they get,when they come to public places. I was just staring at one(with black top and blue jeans) out of curiosity. Suddenly, she(or he?) started staring back at me. It was disturbing to see those sockets with eyeballs (were they bulging out?) looking back at you with an uncommon intensity, like I was an alien. There I was; transfixed and dazed. I closed my eyes with fear and was profusely sweating. The person staring at me arose; and started marching forward at me. When my eyes opened,the person was just a step or two away. Then: it happened.

"Wake up!!", I heard the voice coming out of that guy's mouth. But I hadn't believed a moment before it was a guy. That guy( person) then,pushed me back,while I was sitting rooted to my chair and I fell into a pool of water. My eyes suddenly opened and there he was; exhausted,exhilarated from the attempt of waking me up. As a last resort, my best friend and roommate had tried dousing me with water,like I was on fire. "Jackass! We're already late. If you keep dreaming,even after you wake up,I'm gonna kick your shin"- said Samar. I was back to reality, finally.

The Woman

Painting by: Amrata Raykar

Words wouldn't do justice,
To that gentle flower of Eden.
That woman;my life's apex.
She eclipses in my eyes,
And predominates whole of her sex.

I dream of her everyday.
She's a wisp of fragrance;
So close,but yet unreachable.
Ethereal and divine is her being.
That beautiful painting She is.

That voice;like the ringing of China bells.
Harmonious as music.
Like the notes of guitar,
When it's strummed gently;
As though its her back.
That peaceful sound hers is.

Her eyes;
A calm ocean of emotions.
A looking glass,filled with love.
Deadly sight for anyone;
Her eye's side look.

Those gentle caressing hands.
Caring the most and at times,
Ready to carry the brand.
Her hands were leaves.

The embodiment of love and passion
My love, the elixir of my life.
Beautiful,silent like a moon light,
On a silvery winter night.

My hands tremble,
As I hold her tight in my arms.
The fear that she'll melt.

Painting by: Amrata Raykar

For my warmth,
For she's a gentle blossom.

My only prayer to thee:
Make her mine,forever.
For she deserve better.
The troubles she has undergone
Like winter before autumn.
Make me her sunshine,
Help me find my purpose of life,in her.
For only her is my light and warmth,
As well as my life.

Make me hers.
Make me hers.