A Traitor

A traitor is what I am

coz I don’t think

Indian is what I am.

I don’t feel proud

of the fact that

we can boast of culture

neither am ashamed

of the rulers

who are to the common dead man

a vulture.

I don’t feel poor

due to the currency

valued at the lowest when compared to others

Neither I feel great

of the great history and facts.

To me I’m on Earth

To me what matters is food

If would have been born in

some another

invisible human marked boundary

my needs would have been same.

Yeah, a traitor is what I’m

coz I don’t think

Indian is what I am.

Nothing, but A Human

A human is simply What I’m!

I don't Know...

I don't know why can't I forget you

Neither I know why can't I ignore you

First love is unforgettable is what people say

But in your case

you weren't even my first love for a single day

I don't know why do I find bliss in your words

words, all the electrical words

sometimes lovely

and sometimes as killer as the sharpest swords.

I don't know why do I still care

and why is it that I freeze at your sight

why the only thing that I can do is stare

if only I could tell

if only I could know

why in dreams

it is only we

who kiss in the chilling winter snow!

-©Rahul Singh

Dream Unplugged...

In the cool moonlight

Under the shadow

of the neighboring scraper

Standing at the corner

Audible to the breeze

always peeping in our conversations

You holding me

Like it's the last time you are doing so

I holding you

Like you are a flower that blooms

Blooms in a century at times few

You resting your face on my heart

And my heartbeats tearing you apart

Me, saying the three golden words under my breath

Audible to only you at the start

And then tearing, penetrating

Through the universe

Audible to every existing element

You rising your head

Me, confused

Trying to understand your act

You watching my eyes

Or rather piercing them with your gaze

I still confused

You, holding my face

Like holding a newborn with grace

Feeling my face with your fingers

Me, dazzled

Because of the tenderness

Flowing out in colours of rainbow through your fingers

Your eye lids slowly closing

You, slowly escaping

Escaping this insane world

To a world of our own

World starting,

Starting with a big bang of ours

A big bang of feeling’s explosion

A big bang due to the most reactive,

Reactive pairs of lips

Exploding further

With my palms on your hips

Exploring you, exploding you

The explosion burning you

Warming up the environment surrounding us

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Moon trying to cool us

But all efforts going vain

Because of the explosion

making us more insane

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Breeze trying to stop us

But its voice nothing to us,

just a fuss.

The neighboring scraper staring us

But yet not able to make us feel embarrass

The birds chirping their best

To provide us that old background music

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And suddenly

At the voice of my dear mom I wake up

“Get Up!!”

©Rahul Singh

Remembering First Love...

Remembering First Love

Dedicate two minutes to the first love of your life

When all you wanted was to be a lovely pair

A good husband and a wife

For some first love maybe was

At the age of 7

And they don’t even remember all the details

But still ‘heaven’

Heaven is what the moments can be compared with

So is the essence of love

Love, beyond time

Beyond truth yet not a myth

Dedicate two minutes

Two minutes to someone whose mischief

Made you smile

To someone who once stood at a call

but you behaved like it’s miles

miles that separate you

and due to shyness you couldn’t call

dedicate two minutes to someone who taught you what blushing is

to the first love of your life

first love

who was once a teacher

and for times was a friend

sometimes showered love as a mother

sometimes was more a foe

sometimes brittle as iron

and sometimes as dough

first love

who for times made us cry

for some who didn’t even bid good bye

and for some who couldn’t bid good bye

for some a prized possession

for some

as deadly as poison

for some an unforgettable dream

for some their first scream

but at the end

someone unforgettable

either as a sparkling drink

or as a bitter medicine

doing wonders within

but for some still bad

something worth hatred

first love!

© Rahul Singh