Wednesday, April 27, 2011

kuch apni bhi aql thikaane shaayad nahin hai, sadiq
ke har subah yun be-aqlon ki mehfil me chale aate hain

213. Midnight Confessions

Tonight
the room smells of silence
and so I hum to myself

But it doesn't suffice

I need you around to
make this flawed reality
a little more tolerable

I want you to hunt it down 
with your electric racquet
and tie it up 
in a barbwire of conversation

(we are way too sweet with each other
usually)

We could talk of
this
that
and the other

Oh, you love to travel!
I love it too...

I particularly love
this one trek
from behind your pierced ears
to your stubbled chin,
and further!
Ah, what a view?!
(yeah, It's like my private resort
and I intend to keep it that way)

We could mumble midnight confessions
and fumble in the dark
and stumble upon unspoken places
and crumble to nothingness 

We could;
could we not?!

Well,
tonight
our room smells of silence
and I hum to myself

But it doesn't suffice

I need you around

I could say that
I need you to mint memories
but they are too potent
and pointless

I could say that
I need you for eternity
but that is too trite
and trivial

I will just say that
I want you now
now
however long that be

So 
come
defuse this night,
for loneliness is intolerably symmetrical

So
come
let's go on a midnight trek again,
and stumble upon another unspoken place
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Some penguins do fly!! :)