its a koan

its a koan ,
what is it she want
and i asked not
and i will never
may it took 
the time for ever
as i want it
to work in my favour
so the magic of it
lose must not .

i want to work
and work upon
i want to think
and think for long
i have to know it
so i will prolong
untill it shapes me
into what she want .

There is no one there ...

There is no one there
you are all alone sitting on a chair
in a dark room doors shut lights off
even the dogs are sleeping at the time of night
and you hear no sound 
and so you are not in touch with any one
and when you are not in touch with anyone you see nothing .
there is darkness everywhere around
and when you see nothing
there is not a single thing of your interest
no juice , so you cant taste anything
cant smell what gonna happen ...
so you are free all by yourself .

now
feel like god . wink emoticon

he yawns

eyes , they open ,
he yawns ,
and the world 
comes into being ,
he creates everything 
around him ,
one more day ends
tired , he yawns yet again
the world goes into
slumber , unexpressed !

a se

crime against the time

older than life
older than time
love is something very old
love is a walk starts before the clock

Everything is new
Everything is anew for love
its begining is an intriguing story
love is a crime running against the time .

( जीवन से अधिक पुराना
समय से अधिक पुराना
प्रेम बहुत पुराना कुछ है
प्रेम एक यात्रा है जो घड़ी से पहले शुरू होती है

सब कुछ नया है
सब कुछ नए सिरे से प्यार के लिए
इसकी शुरुआत एक दिलचस्प कहानी है
प्यार समय के खिलाफ एक अपराध चल रहा है  )

a poem on flirt

Listen Dear ,

love is so boring , flirt is so sweet ,
dont come with promises , just gossip and do tweet , 

to love and being loved is like a silly bussiness, 
tell me whatever u like and let everything diminish ,

just respect your heart and speak me some sugar ,
Dont tell me love is true , eternal , full of wonder ,

How long these feeling go on you should know ,
one shouldnt be surprised with heat and snow ,

show your seductive stunts or sing me a song ,
dont get into my heart and dreams you not belong ,

take a good long look at my profile and the world ,
it isnt as potent as you think but just puzzeled ,

my feelings for anyone isnt bad and i m harmless ,
but love isnt for me , i m flirty and careless .

i move my hands ,
in the sky of meanings ,
it looks like ,
it will catch those wonderfull stars called words
the twinkling stars ,
tiny , powerfull ,
and always a bit distant , a little bit
i jump not to catch and keep them ,
but to touch them ,
to make them my friends
to ask there name ,
to call them ,
whenever i need characters to play their roles in my writing , but
alas !
they dont listen to me ,
doesnt get caught ,
they are so untouchable
that my fingers has no sense of touch them ,
i ask them without any name ,
to come along and play there roles ,
they smile , they laugh ,
they do come close to my hands ,
and simply run away .
......................................................Anuj !!