The Born "I"...

Always in my skin

But inside me

It is others that I see

When I was child

“Speak the truth

Great men speak true”

Was what my teachers said

Truth is something that great men say

What do ‘I’ speak?

What does the born ‘Me’ say?

When I grew up a bit

My friend said

“You are a Dumbo!!

If u want to be in demand

Speak less, listen more..”

As if this world’s a store.

Today I listen more

Maybe the born ‘I’

Was a good orator

and thus, I question

what is it that ‘I’ do?

What is it that the born ‘I’ does?

When in the street light

With my shadow beside

I realize that I’m an exhibitionist

Always been looked at

By my shadow or by the born ‘I’

With the question still unanswered

Who is ‘I’?

Am ‘I’ born?

Or is ‘Me’ Cultivated??

-RAHUL SINGH

The day I met you!

The day when I first met you

I developed some sparks new

Was also tongue-tied at times few

But your eyes melted me

And gave wings to my mind to be true.

Making a streak of happiness

Against the darkness of my mind I flew

Didn’t knew what love at first sight meant

But understood the meaning of beauty

And understood that my wanderer heart had you as the addressee.

The day when I first met you

Tired my best to be good

Tried my best to not stare you

But if I did

It was just due to your out of the world beauty

It was just because

Of your deep deep eyes,

Eyes, which caused the demise

Demise of the Satan me

And while bidding good bye to you

I realized that I lost

The remaining me to you.

The day when I first met you,

I lost everything to you...

©Rahul Singh

Forgive me...

Forgive me
If desiring you is something wrong
forgive me but I can't stop imagining about you
forgive if it's something wrong to do
forgive me if I can't stop talking to you
I'm sorry because I want to explore you
forgive me for, things I've said
for the times I was me
because I didn't see
that in near future you'll be my desire
the distance between us will be something that will be burning me
the distance would be the fire
forgive me..

 ©Rahul Singh

You and I

Dedicated to my forever-wali gf and my bestest frnd!

I still remember the first day in your class

Confident I was

And then somewhere I made a bad impression on you

But believe me

Am real bad at impressing girls at first sight

The other day the class teacher was mad at me

Some girl complaint about my behavior

Baby it was you

Hope you remember!

A year later we were sharing a single seat

Laughing and talking all together!

I still miss those lovely days!

Those were the foundation

Of the relation we are in

A relation above friendship

A relation above blood

(But not above my love!)

Slowly through those lovely 6 hours

We made space in each other’s hearts

Session changed circumstances changed

A lot of new buddies were made

Somewhere you and I were still the same

Maybe you were the perfect girlfriend

Beautiful. At heart and physically

But I was happy with you being my friend

Friend. Only.

Things changed

Now we were in different classes

From 6 hours to merely an hour

And sometimes just meeting each other’s gaze

That phase could only make us

Physically further

But our hearts

They did come closer.

Now you and I are like earth and moon

Far yet close

Connected with no visible string

But with our hearts

I being

Your earth

Guiding you

Through the times when

You feel like getting lost!

You being the moon

Always there to enlighten me

Enlighten me with your light

At times when my life goes through night.

©Rahul Singh

live IN the moment!

There are people

With sparkling smiles.

Also, there are others

Tensed due to the burden of pending files

And there are people

With neither burden nor smile

 They live tensed, they work,

To smile that perfect smile

& when it’s achieved,

They don’t find the smile worthwhile.

These are people with great appetite,

An appetite asking them to do more

But shifting their attention from

Living a moment, moment

Which for a lifetime can be adored.

©Rahul Singh.

Kiss

Oft I’ve heard

people describing

different kisses

kisses that brings grief

while some as soft as the roses

but the kiss that fascinates me

is the kiss after which the body doses

doses off to a sleep

a sleep of eternity

the last kiss

kiss of death

a goodbye kiss from life.

whatever it be

it is something which can’t be seen

something felt

felt by the one being kissed

isn’t it weird

that the first moist kiss

and the last lovely kiss

are both that we can’t describe

But people talk of kisses

all the rest,

the second best.

©Rahul Singh