12 Nov 2011


..Lost in you, lost in your embrace, lost in your thoughts, lost to your thoughts, lost to you…

Lost in the books I have read, lost in the characters, Draupadi’s strength, Dominique’s belief, Cathy’s love, Maya’s eccentricity. Lost in melodies, the mysticism of whirling Sufis, the dhols and the tablas, the violins and the guitars. The sky, the wind, the wings, the bike.
Lost in your words, lost in your smile, lost in your hands, lost in your stubble, lost in the hair.
The pale pink lips pumped to red seductresses. Red laces, pink thongs;
the heart, wrenched, eroded, crumpled, re-garnished, and resurrected?

“Nothing excites me anymore.”
“ you are either In ‘deep’ love or are insane; do you have suicidal thoughts?”

Find me. 

kaaga re kaaga re mori itni araj tujhse chun chun khaiyo maans
khaiyo na tu naina more, khaiyo na tu naina mohe piya ke milan ki aas..

-Nadaan Parindey


  1. What masochistic pleasure desires bring sometimes. And losing everything to all of that, you just said is almost like dying a million times, and coming back only to covet it again.

  2. the nonchalance of boredom.

  3. Vagabound,

    The couplet in the end summed it up absolutely. Did you disable comments in previous post as I could not say anything after reading it a few days ago? What is weighing on your mind? Do share instead of bottling up.

    Take care

    PS : My id is in my profile, if you wish to contact.