Don't understand

it's easy

don't acknowledge

silence

won't hurt

if ignored.

Look surprised

it works

but innocence

unlike chivalry

doesn't come by grace.

Use words

like a smudge tool

blur mine

don't realize

words like yours

i could paint once

go futile.

so cold like your touch like your words like your voice like your emotions so cold as if its dyeing without knowing like your soul.

There was no thirst
when it rained
outside
closed windows.
It is so now
when the last drops
have shed
and windows broken.

Insane

or otherwise

close a window

make a keyhole

open to exit

shut entrances

find a gate

of familiar remorse

and forget the code

of charcoal existences

wink in black

find a shadow

lurked inside

or follow hunches

for a pain device

delete memoir

in forgotten pages

smoothen the edges

for no ones fault

odd presence

was never integral

write with tears

do not exist

acrylic characters

insane

or otherwise

do not exist.

It hurts

with spasms

for no reason

it does

a little insane

maybe from

from inside

but mistaken

otherwise.

What is without

a scar

no soul

no one

even not

a mirror

remains clear

if i don't wipe away

a pseudo gaze

mechanical whisper

helplessness with

clouds of steam

drops of a liquid

washroom mist

with nothing of me

but you.

In pain i slept to her lullaby who lost her voice by the end of the day.

Retribution

I will give

what you will ask for

in real words

spoken

when we both

are awake.

I will stay with you

as you like

in all ways

you will say

you want

me to stay.

I will call you

sometimes

as would make

you happy

as you expect.

I will talk

deep

without pun

comforting words

as I should.

I will tell

things

you think i could

tell you sometimes

and i will.

And I will trust

as you believe

i should

have on you.

It is best cold

but i will serve warmer

as per your taste

I will take revenge.

see through organza

find it soft

a little blurred

touch with gloves on

smooth and slippery

listen to your ipod

songs in your list

are customed by you

play on video

games that always

you will win

sleep with a body

morning will give it a name

wake up to noises

you planned before

work with vengeance

success will talk

with peers alone

call up the bygones

and not be rude

choose a blame

and bestow on a sinner

find a sorrow

and make it your own

leave a situation

to be on its own.

Sun dried leaves

makes a little noise

below feet

centipedes don't

they quiver and die

with no sin

just a little mess on heels

not on conscience

if you don't look down

and walk on.

Talk to me

naked.

Don't remain a body

carry a soul.

Show me scars

see mine.

Don't sympathize

stay quiet.

Leave for good

don't linger.

Say goodbye

don't keep in touch.

Call me by name

and forget face.

Say that you changed

shape of me.

So much lost

from handful

gap within fingers

couldn't come close

So many lines

on forehead

destiny merged

with a frown.

You blamed a dream to be real

i couldn't have.

If you would have asked to be forgiven

i would have.

I cried.

I played.

I learned some lessons

to vomit for grades.

I fell in love.

I tried to believe.

This is the one.

The reason to live.

I touched myself.

I acknowledged lust.

Something like hunger

they call it thirst.

I was told to work.

I had to earn.

To be someone.

I had to learn.

I fell again.

Never rose in love.

Was close to lust.

Thought it was above.

I tried to fight.

I surrendered the will.

I messed with love.

Felt clever still.

It comes back.

I learned to see.

I could no longer speak.

I could no longer see.

I missed to learn.

How to forgive.

What to forget.

Whom to forgive.

I learned betrayal

I fell from grace.

Sportsman spirit

To face disgrace.

I learned to gulp sorrow.

I learned to fake.

I learned no tomorrow

Is there to make.

I realised no love.

I realised no promise.

I found no love.

I found no promise.

And when I died.

I was clever no more.

it felt like life but it changed. it feels like death but it will change.

Speak white words

they won't bleed color

In sunshine or with time

they will remain same.

Remain a bubble

don't take a shape

touch won't matter

even if fingers change.

Emote with distance

don't let it overflow

nothing will flood

nothing will dry.

Offer with caution

dont spoil the Gods

great expectation

is slow poison for a beggar.

DNA

Young, experimental, playful with free spirit and busy lives.

Everyday

Change a face everyday

wipe your nose with pleasantries

touch your ring reassuringly

change your leg when at ease

sneeze to break silences

laugh to hide red ears

play to prove affluence

please to gain worth

smile to gain comfort

flutter eyelashes away

call to kill waiting rooms

and remember to set reminders.

Weak

A single distant shimmer

may be an idea

good enough to drive

not enough to move.

A little lost love

a bit like vice

old enough to sleep

not enough to keep.

A fast fading voice

won't last lon...

good enough to want

not enough to haunt.

Menswear

Re-inventing menswear is challenging the way we perceive people in reality. Unlike womenswear which most often gets inspired by dreams, theatre, romanticism or every other world non-existent . Disturbing male form beyond conformity, questions sexual preference, masculinity, maturity or civility. Socially dominant gender, despite its prerogatives, remains shackled in streamlines. Even in dreams, theatre or romanticism. 

With the exception of clown - who is ridiculed to be enjoyed.

In color

How much color can you handle?

How manmade outlines define, aesthetics for a particular country.

Why east is saturated with primary color strokes whereas west is settled in monochrome.

Seeing other directions, why south absorbs more color than north?

Why South India, South America and South Europe are better dipped in color than their northern counterparts?

Hard to say.

Far fetched, but, Eastman color Molly wood sensibility has something to do with Spanish toreros (South Europe).

Sounds weird but what seems like a vague pattern might be a byproduct of several factors in play.

Is it compensation for otherwise morose, painful, torturous or simply arduous third world life; or it depends on the deep rooted cultural aesthetics where absolutely nothing exists in monochrome. Cultures which are close to nature in terms of agriculture, wildlife or substantially rural; are maybe more likely to relate with plethora of colors as compared to societies permanently advanced to man made facilities.

It requires courage to wear yellow where as grey might comfortably blend you in the concrete urban setup, stating nothing about you, your mood, your personality or taste. Though black somehow manages to speak power, sex and mourning;

it still fits in with the comfort zone of western modular man, without shouting any exceptional sentiment.

India is full of color.

Unabashed, theatrical, kitsch and kaleidoscopic colors.

We are colorful people. And we are known for being so.

No one can question our sense of rainbow.

At home, in ceremonies, in food, in religion and in fashion; yesterday, today and tomorrow; we will always remain in color.

And you need not go to Rajasthan, to get a glimpse of how elephants managed to be dressy without Manish Arora.

Every city, every red light, has its share of a beggar girl, dressed in tattered yellow, or her mother in dirty pink sari. Literally dirty.

But these colors are speechless.

They still don't speak anything about them, their mood, their personality or taste. They exist in their life without consciousness and without shouting any sentiment.

They aren’t happy or sad. They are part of them.

Just like a Rajasthani elephant that is not aware of the scarlet Teeka on his forehead. (http://www.vogue.in/blog_detail.aspx?p_id=246&u_id=92)