My World Within

Kapil Sibal

• Publisher: Roli Books
• Year: 2011
• Print ISBN: 9789351940241
• eBook ISBN: 9789351940241
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: Poetry
• Index: Literature

How do poems grow?They grow out of your life'Robert Penn Warren.Replete with wit, satire, humour and a passionate awareness of the ever-changing world, Kapil Sibal's collection of poetry is a testimony to Warren's belief. With varied themes ranging from love, desire, friendship, world economy, terrorism and international affairs, the poems take us on a path to discover a universe that is so perfect in its imperfection.The emotions and thoughts central to Kapil Sibal's life weave a rhythmic story of his world within'Hamlet personifies Doubt - Honest, eloquent doubt. A lawyer-politician cannot afford to be that soliloquizing Prince. But within the agonising Denmarks of betrayal, intrigue and worse, Kapil Sibal has found-made- a poetic space where he can ask if he is meant to be or not to be, himself.' Gopalkrishna GandhiIf poetry is only emotions and feelings, it affects our minds for a short while. If it is only intellect and wisdom it doesn't touch our hearts. Kapil Sibal's poetry is a synthesis of emotions and intellect. His poems are felt thoughts' Javed Akhtar

PART ONE

WITH IN

Move On

How many battles
can you fight, and
the one within, with
all your might;
how many conquests
will you make, you
just need one
for your own sake.

Rid yourself of
anger and hurt, come
be my mate, I’ll
help comfort; with
wounds not healed
your hurt is deep,
I’ll kiss you gently
help you weep
wash away demons
from your past,
our future has
a different cast.

The day is clear
the morning crisp,
as you walk ahead
you face no risk.

I know you have
a heart of gold
a lively mind,
a conscience bold,
you always took
the righteous path,
as night recedes, bask
in the aftermath.

Attraction

Lifeless forms
can come alive
with the warmth
that you exude

you scorched me
with, a gentle kiss,
aroused passion
thus far subdued

captivated
felt your embrace
as you held me
with a glance

there was no need
for me to speak
the message was
gently nuanced

the hyphen of
our turbulent lives
dissolved with the
unspoken word

the skyline I
was witness to,
its contours, were
far from blurred.

Enslaved

You enslave me,
bound within the
expanse of your
limitless love,
where I find
freedom.

You absorb me
within your eyes
gifting me with
vision anew,
making me see
myself.

As you bare truth
to the bone, I
float through the
seamless treasures
of your emotive
being.

I find peace as
you help me with
my pace, for I
could lose myself
thinking I was
born free.

Seasonal Desire

As I watch the
outpourings of
monsoon showers,
wait with bated breath
to quench my thirst

you touch me
with your fingertips
as I respond
to the first few raindrops
before the burst
of passion,
when heaven and earth
seek succour, the
one receiving the
other, in trust.

Tender Thoughts

Long to caress
the fragility of
your being with
my warm breath
as you awaken
to the softness
of its journey.

Your scarred
soul, needs
gentle flower
petals, to soften
the hurt –
the source of your
deep agony.

Will wean away
the pain, and
cushion you
within the comfort
of our love –
a uniquely composed
symphony.

Distance

The distance of
a thousand miles
makes it difficult
to survive

I long to stretch
my arms to have
all my yearnings
come alive

rejoice in the
flavour of a world
of taste and touch
combined

the texture of
those images are
both earthy
and sublime

you are the
receptacle of love
where comfort lies
unconfined

to be enslaved
by what both
need, our love
not undermined

gives access to
a tranquil state,
of freedom
undefined

would rather have
you far away
than be distanced
from my mind

thoughts in quick
flight, allow me
to, abridge chasms
of time.

Past, Present and Future

Footprints of history
are – yesterdays gone by,
memories linger as milestones
until we say good-bye.

Thoughts are pauses, commas
of a present on the move,
no future lies without a past
with which it is suffused.

Whispers, echo in my mind
your words, the syllables of life
disjointed sentences engulf,
yet make me come alive.

Your touch, a spatial odyssey
on the highway of desire
beckon living dangerously
with every cell on fire.

Our yesterdays gathered pace
making today seem still
it’s time for you say to me
will move only if you will.

When the past and present merge
the future lies within,
a future which has no past
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Table of contents

• Book
• Copyright
• Title
• Dedicate
• Content
• Acknowledgement
• Part One With In
• Part Two With In