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Maan: My Child Woman, Geet
She was childlike, innocent, enfant terrible, tiresome questions, but with a wealth of meaning.
Sometimes when she spoke it was like glittering shimmer of floating water.
Her innocence
Her ignorance
Her indiscretions
Her insolence
She was like an unpredictable tornado
She wailed like a child
Bawled like one
Her every pout
Her every garrulous laugh
Her every inane query
Reminded me of the child within
She was a puzzle and boy! was she puzzled
Every damn thing was important to her
Including the gray lizard on the living room wall
When she threw a tantrum
I used to feel that I was back in school
where all the girls around me in tiny twirl frocks
made eyes at our teachers balefully
for some infraction
She reminded me of the kid in that polka dotted skirt that I played with
who made me look like the biggest bully ever to take birth and be in her vicinity
But, Oh
When I saw the woman in her
it was like my nemesis
she was like a poet's dream
or like the milky pearl of the skimming oceans
What she could do to shake me up badly inside
no other woman could cause such havoc within
her one look could cause explosions
it is the stealth weapon
that stalls me
I rage to capture it
it completely ensnares me
she drives my passion to unknown bounds
she dredges my soul to unseen proportions
I am never myself when I am with her
or I AM my ONLY TRUE self when I am with her
she does not leave any room for me to hide
behind the mask that I've untiringly cultivated
she questions all my beliefs as to how I should conduct myself
she drags out the real MAAN SINGH KHURANA or just MAAN for her in me
the me that I've hid from everyone
and this child-woman of mine without any effort
just drives it out of its hidden space
to live in the face
to mock at all the illusions
fancy me,
thinking I could escape
what my reality is
when I am in front of my
delicate dragon lady
who is my eternity
- MAAN
Geet: The Awakening in me for Maan
It seems like
I just woke up
from my slumber
that I just opened my eyes
I am seeing a whole new world
I can feel myself go brazen
the ardor
is fanning me to explore
beseech where I have never sought before
arguably
something is making me go so wanton
finding him so...
oh such delicate feelings
they make me shy and blush and steal glances at the same time
even my breaths take a skydive
even my heart thrills in abandon
I feel so glorious inside
for I am woman
all woman
in me is the feminine positive
in me blooms love's rosy hue
in me glows the delight of finding the one
that I worship
in adoration
in allurement
with this awakening
he is the Yang
to my Yin
- GEET
Duet
We are like two leaves to the stem
or the stem(Maan)
to the rose(Geet)
a rose without a stem
or a stem without a rose
are equally unusual
and unwonted
August 4th After the Episode
Oh! mi!
How much she talks
What was she going on about?
Her lips were in constant motion
But her eyes were conveying so much more
Her secrets were being unveiled to me
Was she really drenched in the same mist
that I am
Is she bathing in the colored hues
that I always am
She beckons to me
from the silent pools
of those dusky eyes
and I get drawn
like a jogi
to god's prayer
my loving jogan
how she tries in vain
to deceive
herself and me
that she is not swaying
the lamps are lit
the music is switched on
and the madness has magnified
to sway us in its all prevailing
ensemble
- MAAN
She was childlike, innocent, enfant terrible, tiresome questions, but with a wealth of meaning.
Sometimes when she spoke it was like glittering shimmer of floating water.
Her innocence
Her ignorance
Her indiscretions
Her insolence
She was like an unpredictable tornado
She wailed like a child
Bawled like one
Her every pout
Her every garrulous laugh
Her every inane query
Reminded me of the child within
She was a puzzle and boy! was she puzzled
Every damn thing was important to her
Including the gray lizard on the living room wall
When she threw a tantrum
I used to feel that I was back in school
where all the girls around me in tiny twirl frocks
made eyes at our teachers balefully
for some infraction
She reminded me of the kid in that polka dotted skirt that I played with
who made me look like the biggest bully ever to take birth and be in her vicinity
But, Oh
When I saw the woman in her
it was like my nemesis
she was like a poet's dream
or like the milky pearl of the skimming oceans
What she could do to shake me up badly inside
no other woman could cause such havoc within
her one look could cause explosions
it is the stealth weapon
that stalls me
I rage to capture it
it completely ensnares me
she drives my passion to unknown bounds
she dredges my soul to unseen proportions
I am never myself when I am with her
or I AM my ONLY TRUE self when I am with her
she does not leave any room for me to hide
behind the mask that I've untiringly cultivated
she questions all my beliefs as to how I should conduct myself
she drags out the real MAAN SINGH KHURANA or just MAAN for her in me
the me that I've hid from everyone
and this child-woman of mine without any effort
just drives it out of its hidden space
to live in the face
to mock at all the illusions
fancy me,
thinking I could escape
what my reality is
when I am in front of my
delicate dragon lady
who is my eternity
- MAAN
Geet: The Awakening in me for Maan
It seems like
I just woke up
from my slumber
that I just opened my eyes
I am seeing a whole new world
I can feel myself go brazen
the ardor
is fanning me to explore
beseech where I have never sought before
arguably
something is making me go so wanton
finding him so...
oh such delicate feelings
they make me shy and blush and steal glances at the same time
even my breaths take a skydive
even my heart thrills in abandon
I feel so glorious inside
for I am woman
all woman
in me is the feminine positive
in me blooms love's rosy hue
in me glows the delight of finding the one
that I worship
in adoration
in allurement
with this awakening
he is the Yang
to my Yin
- GEET
Duet
We are like two leaves to the stem
or the stem(Maan)
to the rose(Geet)
a rose without a stem
or a stem without a rose
are equally unusual
and unwonted
August 4th After the Episode
Oh! mi!
How much she talks
What was she going on about?
Her lips were in constant motion
But her eyes were conveying so much more
Her secrets were being unveiled to me
Was she really drenched in the same mist
that I am
Is she bathing in the colored hues
that I always am
She beckons to me
from the silent pools
of those dusky eyes
and I get drawn
like a jogi
to god's prayer
my loving jogan
how she tries in vain
to deceive
herself and me
that she is not swaying
the lamps are lit
the music is switched on
and the madness has magnified
to sway us in its all prevailing
ensemble
- MAAN
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