When You Leave

When you leave
I lie down where you
Had slept and the creases

Caress my worn out mind

Soothing my aching body

When you leave
I wrap my hands around
Lonely curves dreaming
Hoping for one more night
Filled with whispered nothings

As soon as you leave
I start circling the weekends
In my mind's calendar
Awaiting your return
To make me full again

The Cold Sun

As the sun, a golden ball
Of cold fire hides behind
The cotton clouds, I sigh

Today too the moon,
Won't be seen In the sky
And today again I will

Be left longing For those
morsels of you that the
moondrops bring for me

Your Etchings

Crystal clear images

Three dimensional

Never fading

Never ending

One day 

Your left profile

Standing in wait

And then waving

Another day

Your mouth open

Your eyes twinkling

A naughty crooked smile

Another day

You sit working 

while tending to me

Checking, glancing sideways

Yet another day 

your pretended sulk

and that cut on your finger

instantly healed with a kiss

And that final day

Your hands in my hands

Your tears on my cheek

Your head in my lap

Time and age may blur

My vision and my mind,yet

Your images are crystal clear

Forever etched on the heart.

I Would Have Waited

I would have waited

Waited for you to 
go soaring to your skies
and touch your dreams
to long for home and

come back to my embrace

I would have waited 

Waited for you to
Envelope me in your arms
sweep me off my feet

To show me the world 
with you forever beside me

Yes I would have waited 

waited forever to

hear your voice and 

see your eyes mirror me
But you never asked and

The wait is now an eternity 

A Sigh!

My hurt may seem healed 

No more it makes the eye wet

Though a sigh escapes the lips

And my soul cries a silent cry.

साल इक बीता बिना तुम्हारे

सुर की समझ तो  थी पहले भी

सीखा तुमसे बोल पिरोना

गीत हैं बिखरे बिना तुम्हारे

साल इक बीता बिना तुम्हारे

हर सू वैसे रंग ही रंग थे

सीखा तुमसे रंग सजाना

अब रंग फीके बिना तुम्हारे

साल इक बीता बिना तुम्हारे

राहें चलती थी तुम बिन भी

 सीखा तुमसे राह पे चलना

मोड़ हर सूना बिना तुम्हारे

साल इक बीता बिना तुम्हारे

जीवन हमको जी ही रहा था

सीखा तुमसे जीवन जीना

और अब जीना बिना तुम्हारे

साल इक बीता बिना तुम्हारे

This is a remembrance for Asheesh Sharma...My closest friend, a pure soul who touched my life in a magical way when I needed it most and an exemplary Pilot in the IAF!! You live in our hearts Asheesh... Souls like you can never perish

The Turn

I turn the turn and look for you

Like in the picture-riddle, where

We used to find a missing person

And win the coveted prize

The turn where, walking fingers locked

We had emerged one day, suddenly

From the winding lanes in the green

knowing we had to part our ways

The turn where you told me to go

Nudging me gently on, coaxing

With a touch in the small of my back

And watched till I disappeared

All is still there, the green and the road  

But the touch in the small of my back

And YOU; my coveted prize are lost, 

Yet, I turn the turn and look for you.