Lens Mania

  All poems copyright: ravivchhabra.com Managing Editor: fnbworld.com E n un mundo de improbabilidades, lo inesperado sucede. Cuando el irreal se vuelve real. Dos culturas distintas se abrazan fuertemente mientras sus labios se cierran con sed emocional en sus ojos alegres. La saliva se entremezcla amando en la alquimia de la surrealidad descarada. Sus ojos españoles están a la vez inmóviles como los altos y frondosos árboles verdes que nos miran desde su alrededor cuando nos encontramos en Madrid. Me acerco y siento su barbilla puntiaguda, doblar y oler su cabello sedoso y dejar de preguntarle si hemos conocido a algún lugar antes, ya que todo acerca de ella es demasiado familiar en todos los sentidos! De repente, ella se acercó y susurró en mi oído ... sí, nos hemos conocido antes, no recuerdo cuándo y dónde, pero importa? ¿Cómo sabía lo que yo había estado preguntando sólo a mí mismo? Caminamos hacia el árbol más grueso alrededor del sendero para evadir la m...

All poems copyright: ravivchhabra.com Managing Editor: fnbworld.com  W ah Mohabbat....pehle to tumne neend chheen li. Aur ab uppar se yeh toofani barish ka bhi har-taraf uchhalna. O' paani re paani, thoda zulm aur badha de...aaj raat humko bhi unhi ke kareeb baha de. (Ah, this painful romance....you began by snatching away my sleep. And now, the violent night rain starts to prance in all directions. O' water, dear water, shower me with some more torment.... On this beautiful night of flooding, cast me closer to her).

                                                            All poems copyright: ravivchhabra.com Managing Editor: fnbworld.com                                                            E ngulfed in the depressing mode; They reached the contending zone. The bodily chimes and its din; Emotions sliding into the bin. In darkness within was the weapon; That crushed doubts stumbled upon. He found her after nights of pledging; She chose to push the frightful hedging. Knowing it wasn't over yet; Life still remained a bet. Lustful damp smoke filled their lungs; Intertwined and restless were their limbs.

T he 'lyrical nights' full of togetherness; They kept us warm and restless. Days now go by without a word; Nor sweet mutterings of  birds. Wanting to live life like freaks; We have turned into geeks. I razzed her each day for not giving me time; Knowing  life is anything but grime. The friendship had become such a habit; And, I couldn't help being rabid. Moments wane and turn grim; Our small, wild emotional sin!

Shanto poribeshe-er awaj onek jore sona jachhe...... J odi aami jontronay chillai ta hole ki tomar shanto baibohar bodlabe….  seta dekhai shudhu baki achhe aar.... (I can hear the echo of your silence such far away from where you are.... When I scream in pain, will your silence change its tone?  This is still left for me to experience......)

T he once blithe chats sink in the calmed ocean of upheaval in the day; Rising incessantly past-midnight with perfidious feather-touch of her keyboard. Her fresh photographs sporadically emerge out, volcano-like from the leviathan shores;  And mockingly rush to merge with the imagery that I often pray for to abandon me .           

M y fingers want to know your face' contours; the tongue needs to cleanse its shining pores. Let not my eyes open till you know I have dissolved my love in yours......