"You can do this"- I tell myself
I gasp for breath,
I am amazed and dazed,
Let me rephrase-
"You can do this"- I lie to myself,
(Oh, what a compulsive liar I am.)
I rush to my desk,
And my hands wait to be knighted.
Take it, feel it- and run it
D o w n,
Your beautiful wrists,
What a shame of your personhood.
My desk has seen the unabashed,
People call me a ******
People call me a maze.
My mind sinks in turmoil,
And my hands seem like Calpurnia's dream,
It's terrifying.
But beautiful.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 5:07 AM UTC
Let's make these fingers play,
Across eighty-eight keys of wood and ebony,
In perfect, scale, rhythm and harmony.
Decipher the dots and dashes,
And break all the rules,
once you know all the clashes.
You could learn,
From the masters of this game,
Probably Beethoven,
Who played it with honesty and power;
Or Chopin,
Who played it with delicateness,
And poetry;
Or even Liszt,
Who played without hesitation,
And to woo women;
Or Rachmaninoff,
Who used his sizely hands,
To the fullest,
Using clean moves and precision.
There are many masters of this game,
But I promise,
It's the only game which will keep you,
Entertained.
Till the very end.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:56 PM UTC
Hair like sunshine dust,
Shining like a gleam of light,
I could play with them forever.
Voice so addictive,
Even drugs can't get me so high.
You set me free,
Free from the worries of the world,
I feel like an autumn leaf,
Flying from one place to another,
Not caring about the tree.
When I look into your eyes,
I see a blue lagoon,
Deep and peaceful,
Calm yet powerful.
The guitarist,
To my heart strings,
Is you, my dearly beloved.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
I am anti-social,
I choke at social gatherings,
My breath feels nothing more than lies ,
The lies when people's words,
Sublime into air.
While everyone brags about,
The last time the Sapiens
Had a good time,
I comfortablly drift off,
Into my little Pluto,
Of words, poetry and music.
I am there,
Yet I am not there.
People think I'm a snob,
The Sapiens think I'm lazy,
But what do they know,
The happiness in solitude.
I am anti social,
And the last thing,
I could care about,
Is You.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
Why do I still try?
This love is like halaal
Everyday a bit of me dies
Whilst it keeps stabbing me
Bit by bit.
Now I feel like
A lone cloud
Drifting away into my paradise
Of filth and dark air.
I am standing on a cliff
And on either sides
I know I will be woebegone.
What do I do?
How do I tell you I love you?
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 5:49 AM UTC
Where do I find peace of mind
In the crevices of deep thoughts
Or in pointless banter?
When someone pulls my love handles
Or in the last breath before I sleep?
When I recite stories to a rock
Or when I walk free
off the dependence on the greater powers?
When I relish old pictures
Or when I lose myself in the memories of music?
When do I really feel at peace?
All I taste is my own breath
Pacing faster than my thoughts
I wish I could describe what anxiety feels like.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
I wish everyone had a grandfather like you,
Who could understand me in ways,
The world wouldn't.
I am so glad to have you in my life,
Days full of blithe are replaced by sunshine.
Everytime I talk to you,
You listen to me patiently,
Feels like the rain is gone,
And the summer is back.
You've loved me and supported me,
Ever since childhood,
And deciphered every little thing I've felt.
And I am so thankful to have you in my life,
Nobody knows what I would have done without you!
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
Don't you think the sky is beautiful
When it's dark
I really love it when the sky is dark
Makes me realise that the stars really exist.
When the sun shines in the day
I forget that the sun is a star too.
But when I see the stars at night
It reminds me of all the good things in life
So distant and so far
Almost part of history.
But it makes me realise that they existed before
And I hope they come in the days I see.
If I see the days of future.
Maybe this sun will burn me up
Maybe this overwhelming heat will **** me
That I won't make it to the night
Someday.
Someday.
I hope I find myself in someone's dark sky
As a star
Someday.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
Where is the pianist in me
Where is the overly-enthusiastic musician
Who'd pick up any lyrics
And make it into a song.
Where did I lose my words
Where did I lose my will to write
Where did I lose my courage
To cry my heart out on a piece of paper
And bleed my fingers on a guitar-string.
Where did I lose my random scribbles
Where did I lose my unabashed thoughts
Which I would often lash out on empty canvases.
When did my creative block
Turn me into a mechanical machine
And make me forget that
My right brain works better than the left one.
Where did I lose my faith
In this ****** human race
Where did I lose my friends
My family
And all those who loved me?
Where did I lose my
Optimism
and when did I lose myself
To anxieties and the blues?
Is this real or a dream?
Where did I lose my courage to live?
Can someone find it for me?
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
Because of you,
I am here,
Or here at all, honestly.
On those cold winter days,
There is someone,
Who'd sit next to you,
And the warmth when your knees rub,
Is enough to melt the snow away.
Your irises,
Aren't just eyes!
And your lips,
Aren't just lips.
They make you,
And break me.
For.
Every time I see you,
My heart breaks,
Because this work of art that I see,
Isn't exclusive to me.
Yet,
Just like the seas stay still,
And billions of starts and hearts admire them,
Only the fishes really know,
How deep they are.
Your rhapsodic voice elates me,
Even when times are tough,
Just an aloha,
Keeps my clock going.
Sometimes I wish,
You get to see all that I see,
Even though it's just our first step,
There are a zillion conversations to keep.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC