That Losing End

You assumed you knew me
And you stereotyped me
Not realising you're stereotypical
That you're just another one
Who's afraid to take up a challenge
And unfortunately, born with inferiority complex
I thought you'd be the one
But you've decided that I'm not your match
And you missed the simplicity in me
Blinded by what you want to see
And what they made you see
You didn't want to tolerate your time and circumstances
You didn't give it a chance to nurture
You worry too much about the needs and demands
But it's your lost
I could have made you happy
Be the one you'd love the most

-PRK-

Weltschmerz

I've had my chapters before I met you
Chapters that were passionate in the beginning that ended with
"You love me until you don't."

One chapter died without closure; as if I was left at the altar
Years spent trying to understand the holy mess
Years wasted trying to weave and mend what's broken
Only to uncover later it never really matters
I was in agony

Chapter two then began just as hope was about to cease
But abruptly it ended with
"You're not very Christian for me."
Frankly I find that pathetic; it wasn't worth my tears
Though I went to bed after a few bottles of beer
I was in agony

Chapter three isn't worth mentioning
Pure lust on one end and it ended slowly with treachery
Then a 'modern romance' sparked
Lecherous, hostile, revolting, revengeful; I hated everything
I was in agony

The fourth chapter... It was a soap opera
The kisses scorched me
My body trembled every time he pulls me closer
Two hearts together, and I thought
"This probably is the beginning of my last chapter."
I was wrong and I thought
"Forever is over."
Again.. I was in agony

And here is a new chapter... Are we writing it together?
Or will I be the one pulling it together?
Once again be in agony?

-PRK-

Indian Romance

I see it in movies, I see it in real life

I see the confessions of love, 

The beauty of it and I realised 

I want to wake up next to you, tomorrow maybe 

In Manali, the snowcapped mountains, maybe 

Or perhaps Shimla 

Strolling along aimlessly down a path laden with flowers 

To the poetic sound of a sitar

Drop by Agra, they said

To the city of love 

Visit the Taj Mahal, the godly cosmos of real love

Exquisite, isn't it?

But I have different paths to cross

Memories to erase and with you, I want it to close

You're not my Shah, nor am I your Mumtaz

But this is our journey, a story about us

Wandering in the sandalwood forests 

Or maybe in dreamy hills

Maybe in ancient architectures 

Let the truth reveals itself 

Through the sweet sounds of birds 

Maybe the aroma of freshly brewed coffee  

Or through the charming boulevards

Maybe the sunrise in Pondicherry

They've also handpicked Kashmir - a beauty second to none 

A scene in Srinagar where Shammi Kapoor romancing Sharmila Tagore in her bun

Or should we go to Rajasthan and embrace the old-world charm?

Maybe relive Jodha-Akhbar's epic love,

Swaying to the sound of the Bansuri,
Me wrapped in your arms

And should we be around people?

Or should it just be you and me?

Breathing the fresh breeze of Baga

The pleasant ambience, an exotic sandy retreat

I'm throwing you options but I'll walk the bumpy paths with you 

Through your ups and downs, I'll be true to you 

Whether this romance will spark by the glistening lakes

Or by the beaches in Goa 

We'll never know what it takes

For I've only seen it in movies 

And a few in real life 

Never experienced it myself 

Maybe I will, the next sunrise

Maybe it won't 

But I will now leave it to chance 

Just know that between me and you

There will always be this Indian romance

Warm and true, just me and you 

Like tabla tarang

Our hearts beats for this Indian romance

-PRK-

Love, When Nothing Else Matters

Someone once said,
"You're losing it."
"You've lost your game."
"You're going nowhere."
I didn't ask why
But that thought lingered in my head for a while
How will you know when you truly are in love?
I supposed, when nothing else matters
Just love, when nothing else matters
Be there when nothing else matters
Be present in the moment like nothing else matters

-PRK-

Broken, Again; Until Then

I woke up zombified
A living dead living in lies
I didn't know how I'd ever survive
Truth is, I can't even look into your eyes
The story went on that I'm stronger than ever
Only God knows how I'm trying to keep it together
When it's too quiet, I can hear your voice
I can hear you talking and it's not a choice
It's not that I didn't want to, I just couldn't
I fell too soon and I fell deep into confusion
"What is this?" I asked but I can't get the answer
I supposed it was just what my heart desired
What I longed for as I'm no longer searching for 'forever'
What I needed most is a soul that would love me better
Accept me for me, for what I have in mind, night and day
For my thoughts, my questions and my plans in May
Dear diary, would you show me where I went wrong?
From all my entries, show me what I shouldn't have spelt wrong
What I shouldn't have assumed, shouldn't have consumed
For now I've got nowhere to go, nothing to write, nothing to look forward to
But another day, another soul that would make me forget you
Broken again
Yes, I'm broken again
For this quest has no end
And so..
Until then

-PRK-

Bodied

Under the moon
Stars; the witness
Courneous voices
Silver rays, silver caresses
Scrambling to obey
Strength against weakness
Shuddering, grumbling
Hitting falsetto between shivers
Throats going dry
Screaming down to whispers
Grips getting tighter
Torsos lifted to the highest
And it drips, slowly catching breath, slowly retires
Such is the hungering desire
And a grand finale at its finest

-PRK-

Opaque

Enchanted by mystery
Charmed by the eclipse found in solace

Untouchable, warm and discreet
A whiff of secrecy wounding me so deep

So promiscuous when I close my eyes
Lost in fantasy, possessed by desire

Unrequited yet complacent
Ah! Astonishingly absurd

-PRK-

Once A Tale

There was a tale that I didn't understand
Couldn't put my finger on it but I tried to comprehend
There were so much words I never spoke of in the end
But there was such a notion I constantly seek to melt in
The warmth was familiar, the intimacy too
Though one thing is peculiar - the trust I had in you
The walls around us couldn't hide a tone so true
But the wall between us is yet to be incised in two
You were broken and I was torn apart
You tried to act cool but it's reaching your heart
And me and my pride couldn't seem to part
But that was then, now you've dethawed my heart
Unconsciously yet a libellous one
And the fear begin, we were both toyed once
And why must this tale begin to confuse me again?
When will this tale flows easy for me to understand?

-PRK-

Doleful Devotee

My heart is beating like my percussion
It's beating for an atomizer of affection
The calmest adjuster to my passion
The cheesiest romance to my deviation
The dearest bidder to my emotion
The clearest thrust to my expectation
The amplifier to my creation
That dusters my competition
That see me through my destination
That walk me through expectation
Without detention
Or indeterminate sentence
Because I'm the bouffant devotee to the platform
Of Shakespearean’s rotation
Pain and pleasure with no question
It's just one of those profound conversation
The repetition crime of fairytale
Matter fact, I'm the repetition crime many would compel
For I fall again in love with the King
Whose wives and mistresses rhythms are in sync
But this fervor inside is burning my palm
For the ocean's waves is never at calm

-PRK-

Ocean Breeze

He tinged her velvet lips, searching into her eyes
A hunt so choleric then slipped between her thighs
Her nails sliced through his skin, octave went high
A plunder she lust after, a diversion that never dies
His body drew closer to hers that's burning
Ablazed as they lean against each other's yearning
Confiding her sureness and puissant oddity
A symmetrical penury, a breeze that's probatory
As the sun take root, two souls simmered down
Softly they whispered, anticipating for the frown
But the love story marched on, along with the zephyr
Every moment then wangled the dire masquerader

-PRK-

That Arranged Marriage

It's all Greek to me in its infancy
Letting nature take its course; a date with destiny
Damned if I do, damned if I don't
In a den of iniquity; halfway decent and be damned on my own
And my drunkenness diluted in foreign liquors
My scruples thawed alongside such rigours
A command performance so peculiar
Cruising for a bruising in the whole hemisphere
For there is no evil neither mercy
Neither sinners nor such divinity
There is only justness and impropriety
Two-chambered in somewhat a unity
So when the drape falls, I shall be quick to take a bow
Re-create a mannequin sprawl as opposed to a beau
For it's an alliance free of rupture
Should such emotion arise, nevermore will I miscarry the utter

-PRK-

My First Love

From the window I saw a boy so confused
Curiously I invited him; quite goofed
I knew who he was; indeed reproved
But at that first sight, I was bemused

My heart took a spin; I couldn't steer
My vessels were bailing on my lithosphere
I could almost evolve into a balladeer
Dancing at the ball under glass chandelier

A few minutes passed and he took his steps
Leaving me summing up my innocent debts
I was quite new to romance and missteps
And the hallucinations of our silhouettes

Was it love; I wondered on my sleepless nights
Could he be my chavelier dispersing delights
My shining armour confusing street lights
With his appetizing poetic insights

Patiently I waited for initiations
For hellos and see yous and some invitations
When he walked towards me; I felt palpitations
He turned my calmness into suffocations

I knew I'd go crazy over his voice
Incomparable whispers leaving me no choice
To drool over him with no equipoise
He was incompatible unlike other boys

Indeed we were young; still in our teen
We cared differently like labyrinthine
And so we went on; not always serene
But this much is true, our love was pristine

-PRK-

All That Jazz

That whisper in the ear
When that figure reappear
Eager to steer
And thither a jeer
As it was a struggling chavelier
Never a cavalier
Forever an adhere
A treasure so sincere
Sincerely so gentle
Like a whispering temple
A plot in assemble
A blind drunk battle
Be it in the chapel
Or on the saddle
Astraddle, perhaps bedazzled

-PRK-

Saviour

Once - a song was written with the image of Romeo and Juliet
In a world and such era of bedecked perfection and booty sweat
Appalled - the pencil stopped, realising it spells regret
"Walk away," it said. "Leave the movie set."
Supposed it was just my train of thought and rain of chafe

Messing about with the grammes of my sanity half

And my length of forbearance stays my greatest craft

Before the big vent object to the cockeyed raft

Though when the sun comes up, it ceased momentarily

The crimson weave is staying everlastingly

Uninformed how butterfly is supposed to feel like

And the moving picture is never coming to real life

Was it love or was it just a state of mind?

And will this riant song and dance ever be mine?

-PRK-