We have our timezones.
You have lit my nights
with oil lamps,
and scribbled words,
dripping ink,
bright blue circular, circumventing words.
I have glistened your days,
with sunshine,
and the smell of rain,
with sprinkles of cool
breeze showering on you.
My candles and rays,
are tip toeing out of sight,
I fall short of noticing them,
(partly because work kills me)
but more so,
because you have made
them seamless,
and thriving.
My pages,
do not boast of love,
or affection,
or any of that miserable
writing,
they screams passion,
they rip into anger
and courage,
belief,
belief you sewed into me,
with your gentle hands,
fidgeting and seeking.
And your eyes,
do not burn from the sunshine,
they glow,
and stare into the depths,
I see in you.
I know you hate the rain,
so mine doesn’t actually come down on you,
it lingers with its scent teasing you.
The cold breeze doesn’t
suffocate your breath,
it travels through
your body- within your veins,
it is breath.
We have our timezones,
but we meet at the horizon.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
I’m a ghost
as I wander around the house
you see me when you look in the mirror
I am the ghost of your past
the mirror knows me through and through
precisely why it doesn’t reflect you
It doesn’t know you
it has prejudices now
it knows the hand that had slithered down its body and slyly smiled
it knows the reflection that had carved itself
it knows designed perfection.
Now
you decay in a sea with similar fish
you were hit by a wave that you never saw coming
a storm that brought you down
on footsteps
leading to entropy
and you tumbled
down.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC
Day before, I received a red chocolate box,
there at my doorstep.
It's like I was the bird waiting for a worm,
and it was there
feeding my neediness.
The box was almost the colour of his lips
and it smelled of him
All of this was
it was like a book
Only, the pages weren't inked with blue
I didn't open the box
till the time I felt
was an August gathering
I kept delaying it.
I never really wanted to open it
I'd br destroying a thousand reds of our love
if I did
Days-the box changed its odour
like my face's colour on a winter day
it grew pungent and grotesque
The scissors to cut our ribbon readied
I opened the box
and there
in a red box of chocolates
lay a dead red heart
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
A time spent, a time well spent.
Woven in prejudices, yet staying on the right path
That’s what I admire most about you
Apart from that giggle that reaches extreme heights
Or the hugs which reach great lows for me
Or the unending conference calls
Or the cross multiplication
There is something more to you, you are more
You are beautiful
Maturity isn’t common
It hadn’t spread across your heart till a few months back
But,I’m glad it finally did.
There is a sense of morose looming over everyone these days
except you
You,love, spread the love
you’re the beacon of hope that most are devoid of
You've been crafted into an enticing sculpture
This is an individual piece of writing for you
It can be for anyone
It can be read for anyone
It can be interpreted by anyone
But it talks of you
It talks of you like the birds that chirp about a particular song but the humans fail to understand it
It talks of you like the giggles shared with everyone yet, thinking of only one person
You,it talks just about you.
I love you
I love you like the sun loves its fellow stars
like the plants that love the dew drops dressing their naked body in the morning
like the colour golden loves the colour pink
I hope for a life with you
A life of disappointments
of cracks and shackles
of bridges and of flowers
of fast currents and stillness
I just hope we always have a life, together.
Today I feel like telling this to everyone :
Let’s ***** up
Let’s let go of things and rejoice
Let’s be happy about everything
Let’s knit our friendship with everyone
Let’s not worry for just a minute?
let’s be you
This piece of writing can be for anyone
But it talks of you,who you are
who you will be
who you were
and how beautiful you always are,were,will be.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
A beautiful lady sat on a rock
amid the vast ocean,
which smelled strongly of clarity.
The wind didn't seem to bother her,
neither did the water which seemed to ***** onto her tail,
she was at peace.
However, the human world looked like a mess from where she sat
but then she saw,
A child; rather carefree,
playing with tiny *****
no worries of getting hurt
no worries of bleeding.
To the child it was just an adventure.
The maiden thought long and hard
maybe the mess isn't present
maybe we tend to imagine it like a mirage.
Just so we feel real,
just so we aren't invisible,
just so people talk to us.
Just so we become a carcass for the vultures to feed on.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 3:54 AM UTC
Have you ever walked into a room filled with people
and found a bit of you in every soul?
Have you ever observed how their bodies sway
and how each twist and turn has your essence?
Have you ever come to the realization that you aren't
unique?
Have you ever, ever wet your pillow after that realization?
Then,
let's burn away,together
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
hush
Empty your mind
hush,child.
and now let the sweet rhymes gush in,
Fill your mind with a beautiful utopia
Shush
Calm down,my love
there is still time
empty your mind
let the stillness seep into you
let it settle.
breathe, child
you're like a disturbed puddle of water
you see
but, through the ripples and hazy visions
not through the calmness;
only the quandary.
not through yourself;
only through the charlatan that you are.
you focus not on the balm
but only the salt ready to be sprinkled
and then,
you burn.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
She was restless
he was restless
she was worried
he was worried
thoughts crowded their minds
She was worried that he was hiding something
he was worried that she would find out
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
I don't want to be of a deep intellect
I don't want to ruin my bus rides
by staring through the thick mist trying to make everything look clearer
I don't want to sit,on a lazy Sunday
and think about my past
and all the wrongs
and all the rights
and all the people
and all.
I require peace,yet it is like a cloud.
You want to hold it tight but you realize that you're groping at nothing.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
Both of them were perfect for me
'You're beautifully insane'
'You're insanely beautiful'
I chose the one whose existence mollified this feeling of ugliness seeping into me
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC