thirty three!!

there,
pretty tease, you
yeah, that's right
you shake me
you give me the fright!

here,
pretty teased, me
yeah, very right
you've had me
now, cant stand upright!

only
if i had you
very much so
wouldnt that be
good to know!?

but,
there, there goes you
oh, yes, i see
wouldnt that be
the girl number thirty three?

Three,
and three?
yes, you got me right!
and the idea of thirty fourth,
gives me the fright! :D

You and i or we and us?

how do i belong to you

when you do not belong to me

how do we belong to us

when both of us don't belong to"we"

of you and i and we and us

and all the drama and the fuss

when everything settles down

it won't amount to mush or much

so the point that i allude to again

is that since we are no longer us

why don't we take a final ride

upon the good-old-rickety bus

the bus that we got on to once

and have traveled thus far and glee

let us take that route again

as you and i, no longer we

and when arrive those familiar stops

you go yours and i'll go mine

for our hands wont be again

like before, intertwined...

Where art thou?

"Where art thou",

she asked and

i couldn't say here

neither could i point there

for i wasn't anywhere

yet, i was here and there...

i asked the same question

when i looked into the mirror

i got back a stare

of a man not knowing

why, when or where

just that the answer was rooted in the stare

now how do i say

i am living in a state 

suspended between fact and fiction

in the thick of action

yet tucked away from glare

all covered but bare...

after weaving words

in an organized, random chaos

i still cannot say where i am

but i want to be back

only if i could cut some slack

and be more real.

real, unreal, surreal

is what am vaccilating between

only if i stopped at one place

feet firmly on the ground - i could be sure

and tell you or maybe shout out, M'am

here i am :)

05/08/2013

(in reply to Usha's question..... )

The Tap Dance

your fingers tap dance

oh they bestow this pain

don’t you play on me like that

lending an illusion of rain

while your dance produces

words of love, lust and chains

of thoughts that play

in delight sometimes, and sometimes in disdain

i like it when you glide on me

your touch of benevolent grace

and the times when you pause

and look down on my face

but when you're done with me

you tap on me no more

and tuck me away somewhere

waiting for more taps in store

take me out, i wait

for your touch again this time

you wouldn't find a better keyboard

for what you shell out in dimes!

The Ground Beneath my Feet...

Who moved the ground

beneath my feet?

Was it that look,

or is that how you treat

every eye that looks at

your graceful smile

and every heart that

beats in ways so wild?!

As i stay suspended mid-air

with the ground beneath me gone

i wonder if i'll fly

or be flung down like a stone? -

come what may, i know

i dont have a chance

i know i am falling

i might as well dance! :)