Wednesday, 30 November 2016

More of you..

"Broccolis.. more?" he asked.
"yeah.. and take out those jalapeños", said I seeking some pamper.
"We have similar tastes." he smiled and served me the dish he made.
"Can I eat with hands..?" I asked if he wouldn't mind.
"should I hand feed you?" he took the plate in hands and offered me some love
I opened my mouth and felt like a child,"This is spicy" I frowned.
"No it's not, you don't eat spices" he tasted the food and said.
I grinned,"Now it's good" and he laughed "you don't stop being filmy, do you?"
"nope" I nodded. "Can I keep this shirt.. it smells of you, us, and sex" I asked buttoning his shirt on me.
"yes" he fed me more..
chewing the food I kept talking like a bad mannered girl, dripping the sauce on his shirt and wiping my mouth with the sleeves of his big shirt.
"do you want some more?" he asked.
"of you?" I looked into his eyes and smiled.
he kept the plate aside and made me sit on the kitchen slab "I can't get enough of you,What is it that I crave a lot, of your taste, your touch, your skin?"
"It's your love. Because I love you" I kissed his eyes.
"I love you more, than you, more" he said.
"because the happier you're, the more complete I feel, the more satisfied you're, the more successful I become, the more you demand the more I love to deliver, the more.."

"you talk to much, I want more of you" I unbuttoned his denim and pulled him closer.
"Yes ma'am" he said.

Monday, 28 November 2016

हम नहीं हैं..

हम नहीं हैं अब भी मुस्कुराते हो?
उन अजीब शक्लों पर, अल्हड़ आवाज़ों पर
जो यूँ ही बनाती थी मैं तुम्हें हँसाने को
रोज़ सुबह उठाने को..

हम नहीं हैं, अब भी मुस्कुराते हो?
किचन से भुने पनीर के गायब होने पर
जो यूँ चुरा लेती थी और खाने को
तुम्हे चिढ़ाने को..

हम नहीं हैं, अब भी चिल्लाते हो?
हर छोटी बात पर, दिन या रात पर
जो मुझे रुला देते थे डराने को,
फिर चुप कराने को..

देखती हूँ तुमको, तुम अब भी वही हो
भर गई है मेरी कमी, है नज़र तुम्हारी ज़माने पर
जो चिढा देती है, रोने-हँसाने को
तुम्हे रूसा कर मनाने को..

Sunday, 27 November 2016

Why i couldn't be a columnist

Happy with my writing a gentleman just asked me, "Himadri. Why don't u make a regular career as a freelance columnist or even a specialist film critic....."

Sir, because nobody wants to hire me and pay for it.
They reject me saying..

I'm over qualified, unaffordable, underage, I don't have a cat, I don't live in the Himalayas, I've accented English,I don't"catch up for couple of drinks" and discuss work, I've a dog and I kept her name Gucci, because I follow krk on Twitter, I can't type in any language other than English, and farooq abdullah thinks pok has fathers, whosoever.. and I like when momota didi speaks hindi, I have less experience in office politics or sometimes because roses are red and violets are blue and बागों में बहार है मैडम?

and they end up saying "We'll get back to you"

Even Anuska sharma and Virat Kohli are back, but the HR doesn't come back to you.

hence, sir, I couldn't be something you suggested..🙈

Friday, 25 November 2016

कुल्लड़ की चाय..

चंद चुस्कियाँ चाय की
हलकी, सर्द शाम में
यूँ ही बेवजह बैठे कहीं
छोड़ सारे काम मैं
आ जाती झूठ बोल कर
जब भी तुम बुलाते थे
एक कुल्लड़ चाय पर
हँसते हंसाते थे..

तुम हो नहीं, आदत दिला गए
एक कुल्लड़ चाय की हुड़क सिखा गए
हैं चंद चुस्कियाँ चाय की
हलकी, सर्द शाम मे
वक़्त यूँ ही निकल जाता है
चाय में, और काम में..

साथ सा..

तुम लिखते रहो,मैं मिटाती रहूंगी
शब्द सा, याद सा, अनकहा कुछ
तुम कहते रहो, मैं छुपाती रहूंगी
वो कुछ मेरे जज़्बात सा
मैं तो वही थी,
पिघल जाती जो तेरी तर्जनी की छुअन से
ओस सा, भाप सा, भीगी बरसात सा..
तुम हो, न हो, हो भी, नही भी
हैं कुछ मेरे साथ, तुम्हारे साथ सा, पास सा..