Not every day dawns into such a day

Where, the sun is sober

And,

The waves splash devoid the froth

The breeze I hear

Croons a song of her valour

At the dusk, I see

On the moonlit sky

Her eyes

that flutters like those of a village belle

Her lips

Which quivers for the love of her life

Her heart

that throbs to be embraced by him

To walk her into the euphoric galaxy of love

But now,

She’s cold

She’s frozen, with no emotions

Clad in a blanket of soil

Yet, yearning for a touch

From her beloved

Who lies oblivious of her presence

Next to her

How I wish,

I could play the cupid

To unite them

In their slumber

Only to see that serene smile on her face

Once again.

Jayalalitha sings - Aaja Sanam Madhur Chandni Mein Hum

Video Courtesy: Rendezvous with Simi Garewal Jayalalithaa

Copyright @ Ajay Pai 2016


PS: We have only been talking about her grit and the valour with which she has driven the state and the politics. View this video, and you will find a beautiful lady with such captivating smile and a melodious singer who also loved life but never got an opportunity to live the way she had dreamt. Jayalalithaa has been buried next to the memorial of Dr MGR, her mentor, off Marina beach.

Oh my, my

It was a scandalous morning

I sat up on my bed 

wrapped up in a blanket

I was cold

I was frozen

And, I was hustling to find

That which was missing;

I ran to the corners

I took a plunge underneath my bed

It was getting on my nerves

Oh my, my

These daring brazen rays

Flirting with my naked skin

Lampooning and poking fun

I climbed up the shelves

Checked-out through the window

Trust me, will you?

It was getting on my nerves big time

Yet, I couldn’t find those.

Where are my boxers?

My blue, blue boxers

The one which wrapped me last night

Oh, yes! I recall

I was drunk, I was tipsy

And, I wore them, the boxers on my head

Instead of my Hat, Oops!

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Image courtesy : Aj's album

याद है मुझे आज भी 

 वो शाम 

सोंधी सी खुशबू थी 

महक रहा था आसमान 

सूरज सिसकियाँ लेते हुए 

बादल  की ओढ़नी में  छुपा था 

बिदाई का वक़्त था 

और मेरे नयन थे नम 

मगर, दुल्हन तू 

हँस  रही थी, खिलखिला रही थी 

ना कोई ग़म, ना आँसू

बांवरा मैं , सोच के बैठा

कि मेरे प्यार में थी तू पागल

मगर आज लगा है पता मुझे

तेरी उस हँसी का वजूद 

बिदाई तो  हुई थी तेरी 

पर मायका नहीं छूटा था 

और, मायका तेरा ले 

डूब गया है छोटा सा आशियाना मेरा !

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Image courtesy : Aj's album.

जब आँखें बंद की थी मैंने

तब  तुम थी

आँखें  खुली, तो हुई तुम गायब

लुकाछुपी में थी तुम माहिर

अब सोचता हूँ मैं
 कि तुम सपना तो नहीं!

अब नींद आई तो
सहम के करवटें बदल लेता हूँ
 ये सोच के,
 कि सपनों में टकराये  ना अखियाँ हमारी!

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Image courtesy : Aj's album.

साहिबा, जो पल गुज़ारे थे  हमने 

एक दूजे कि बाहों में, 

वो आज बस ख़याल बने मंडरा रहे  हैं !

दफन करदूँगा उन ख्यालों को आज 

लपेट के इस कोरे कागज़ के कफ़न में

बांधूंगा कस के इन काले लफ़्ज़ों में 

उन ख्यालों को आज

और लगाऊँगा मोहर  मियाद की !

पता चले दुनिया को 

कि, खत्म हुई है ये कहानी हमारी !

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Image courtesy : Aj's album.

इतनी जल्दबाज़ी क्यूँ करते हो, जनाब 

सांझ अभी तो जवान हुई है 

बहक जाने दो उन् अखियन में 

करवटें बदलने दो उनकी बाहों में 

इक रात ही तो है 

करीबी की,

रोशनी तो जुदा कर देती है !

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Image courtesy : www.104likes.com

आँसू तब भी निकले थे, 

ग़ालिब -

जब उसने नाता तोडा था !

और, आज भी अश्क़ निकले हैं 

जब मेला है यारों का सजा !

बस, फर्क सिर्फ इतना ही 

की आज मैं हँस पड़ा !

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Image courtesy : AJ's personal archive

साहिबा !

उन  होंटों में ऐसा नशा नहीं है

कि हम डगमगा जाए

नशा , तो दिल के टूटने से होता है 

बिखर के समेटने में होता है 

 रूह काँप उठती है 

होश गुम जाता है 

और, हंसी अश्क़ में ढल जाती है!

ये , नशा नहीं तो और क्या है ?

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Image courtesy : AJ's personal archive

On my bedspread last night

I saw you;

You knew how to hold my face

and, smudge my lips

to drench them in love.

Swaying in the trance

I let you fuse into my rhythm.

You blew heat waves into my ears

And I slithered into this sensuous sin.

The poison on my lips

And, the raunchiness in my eyes-

Drove us insane!

Touch me

Caress me

    Let us bleed
to dance in this music of lust.

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The pungent smell of the rain

Drenches me in its nostalgic drizzle,

I am soaking in the faint memories of my childhood

That I never had.

Dad’s wake-up kiss

His warmth

Never breached the brim of his heart;

Articulating love was forbidden.

Mom’s love packed in the lunch box

Was blatantly mild,

It savored the hunger

Leaving the child in me starving for love.

The ride on dad’s bicycle to the school

Were the joyous rides ever;

The child that I never was

Was thrilled.

The blooms were gorgeous

The trees were green

And, the child that I never was

Bore a chubby cheek.

The sound of rain

On an old tin roof

Reminds me of my tender phase

Of being pristine and hopeful.

But then, the pungent smell of the rain

Carried thunders and storms

In the droplets

And, the child in me was put to sleep.

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You must know this before I sigh a goodnight

It is your love for me

That has held me sane.

Wrap me up in your love

And, walk me through this fire,

Unscathed!

I have my own fears ‘bout the demons, 

As, they may keep us apart

And, blind you from my warmth

How would you then fathom my love for you?

Gaze into your bright eyes 

And, you’d find me in there

Guarding you against your tears

helping you smile.  :)

Copyright  @ Ajay Pai 2016
image courtesy: Ganesh M Pai
This poem is written for Ishaan as a dedication to him on Children's day - November 14th.

Ashamed I am not, Krishna

My sensuous pal, to make known

To this world ‘bout my yearning for you

For a speck of your tanned blue skin.

If you let me cuddle you

I‘d smack away for myself a bit of you

To smear it on my bare body.

But then, it so happened

That I’ve been beaten blue

By this reckless love

Which reflects how contagious

My yearning for you is.

Copyright for Poem :  Ajay Pai 2016

 It is my love for you, my Son

That’ll last forever

Until then,

Hold my lil finger and let’s

Walk through these clouds

That blinds us,

To a clear sky,

Where the sunshine awaits us.

Trust me; it is going to be fine

And,

Let this hug from me comfort you, my child.

You’ve come into my life

To make me realise, how strong I am

Let me cross my heart

We shall meet again, soon

As you are yet to leave your handprints

On the wall of my life.

Copyright: Ajay Pai 2016

Image Courtesy: AJ's personal archive.

  Son, my Son

Hear the waves of an ocean

That’s gone silent over the years;

Because

The moon had bid an adieu

On that awful day.

Son, my Son, my Moon

Come over

Kiss me

And, you’ll hear the ripples of love

Over again

In the ocean of my soul;

Come over

Come over

And, we'll fly to a land far off.

Copyright: Ajay Pai 2016

Image Courtesy: AJ's personal archive 

Lady, let me walk alone

I now love this lonely stroll

Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey

Lady, let me go

Would you?

I am through with you...Ooh...Ooh

Your kiss now doesn't reach my lips

Lady, you are out of my skin

Remember, you are the sole reason for the downfall

I’ve found a purpose to walk alone

And, it feels awesome 
Just like the feel of the mist

Ooh, ooh, ooh, my love

Honey...
my alien girl

Let’s undo this love

Undo our love that once was

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Lady, let me sleep alone

Through this wet, wet night.

Copyright: Ajay Pai 2016 

Image courtesy: Pixabay

O’ Lord, with boundless grace
Emperor of seven hills
the one with the captivating smile
Glory to you.

I, your subject
Circumambulate you with divine devotion.
O’ cowherd, Krishna
The one who held aloft the mountain
Glory to you.

All my life
I’ve seen you stand
In the sanctum-sanctorum, caged
In gold and diamond ornaments,
Obvious, you seem to relish such glory.

O’ divine, amongst all this opulence
Fades, the wail of my soul
I am choked
Uplift this fallen soul.

O’ lotus-eyed, descend into my heart
Let me coil you, to choke you
with my sorrows
Tell me, were you able to smile?

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Image courtesy: AJ's personal archives

How elegant is that sight,

of you seated majestically

on a white swan

in the sanctum-sanctorum

draped in white, in compassion?

Your curls, truly symbolize the clouds.

Oh, Mother! you, they say

is truly the Queen of  Verses.

Then, why do you behave

as an uninformed?

Read, the soul which wails.

Oh, Mother, the fearless, shun the White,

 don the Red, Once and for all;

Stage the dance of destruction

Let those reverberations reach them tonight.

Spread open your third eye

Unleash the fire to turn them to ashes

Help this unfortunate, to end their Music.

In such ashes, is what I wish

to hold his little palm, help him write

the first letters of his life – “Pa”.

Won’t you bless us?

Copyright @ Ajay Pai 2016

Image Courtesy: AJ's personal archives

PS:  It is believed that Saraswati Vandana ends the darkness and brings in the Sunshine in one's life. Trust, this Navratri, ends the darkness in Ishaan's life and bring him bountiful Sunshine. May, goddess bless him. #IshaanAPai

Your eyes -
Those which are unequaled,
In those eyes, I see an ocean of love.
Then it ensued
you were infinite, once
without a form.
An eccentric like me
sketched those eyes, lips
the bosoms, where the gushing waves of love spatter.
In this new form of yours
did you ever notice, this fall guy
who's abstained from your love!
You failed the eccentric,
Oh, Mother Goddess!

© Ajay Pai.

Image courtesy: AJ's personal archives

Let there never be an end

To these dark nights devoid of love,

I’ve found glitter in the darkest of the nights

And now, they send to me their angels

To cuddle with;

They hear me breathe

Touch my soul.

Girl, they caress my skin like it’s our first time

And, my mourns have become my moans.

Then, together we grind

In such a way that you’ve never known

I’ve begun to rejoice the vacuum in your heart,

I pity you, for, you've lost me.

Love, you've become a stranger

A mere stranger...

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Image Courtesy: Pixabay

The soil is moistened

With the tears of a mother

Whose son lies smeared with his cold blood far away.

The guns and the bombs go mute

With the reverberations of her heart beats, which wails

Resonating her love

For her martyred son,

Whom she had once wrapped in a woollen blanket to keep him warm ;

Now, lies cold and limp
On the bosom of the Mother Land.

Oh, Mother!

I am a coward, unlike your Son

and, so inept to console you.

Jai Hind.

Written in solidarity with Indian Soldiers.

copyright Ajay Pai 2016