I still smell her hair
coconut, it smelled like coconut
and her little earrings tinkled
when she laughed too hard
and she sang
like it was the last song she'd ever sing
and she ran
like she would leave the world behind
but now I'm alone
with only her memories
to provide me company
they said we couldn't be one
because she joined her palms while praying
and I didn't
because she sang praises of Krishna and Shiva
and I didn't
because I was to read the Quran
and she didn't
because her god and my god
were just not the same.
I wonder if all these gods,
and all these messengers
had an agreement
that one god's people
were not supposed to mingle
with the other's
and one who defied this law
would have only one fate.
if it is so,
then I shun all gods
because I'd rather be defined
by who I am
than by who I bow down to.
-a.g.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
maybe one day,
it will be okay to not find you
next to me
when I wake up.
- a.g.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
if you really think about it,
are you even sad?
all this dark poetry and old melancholy ballads
and red black lines on your wrist,
is that even you?
or are you so preoccupied with being sad that
a moment of joy passes by and you don't even savour it
you make no attempts to grab it and hold on to it
and it just leaves
what must I do to make you believe
that this world may be
a cold, dark place
but there is always one ray of hope
and it flickers
it flickers within you.
- a.g.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC