If we were childhood friends
I would have taken you to that garden near your house
and we would have played on the see-saw instead of walking round and round
saving us from taking a reverse to beat the slow walkers
How can I miss drawing you with my crayons
that once only served Lord Ganesha
And the hide & seek that we play now
would have been funnier then
you would hide and I would peekabo
and you would find me no matter where I hide
all credit to my height, right?
I would also play badminton every evening,
keeping in mind that points don’t matter,
but you do
Only this way,
you would not fall after every meeting
and not be afraid to be very happy
May be, we already did all of this and that in some life
and that’s why we were not childhood friends
this time.
What were we? (line deleted)
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
The way our story ended
paved way for imagining 99 other ways
our story could have ended
We could have aged together until 80
and then one day our angels would have guided us on to our next journey
hinting at the seven lives that we wrote.
We could have ended it with a cup of chai
in a desi tea kadai,
with the traffic jam playing out a perfect background score
Or at a 'women only' metro platform, with a hug lasting for many decades
We could have written a book together and parted following the launch
and then could have met again for the sequel and then gone different ways for differences in the plot
Or read a book together and taken sides and be stubborn with a specific perspective
and be okay with our respective choices
and then bid goodbye
with a laugh over all the sweating over small stuff and the distances that brought us together
We could have dressed well for one last picture in a hall that's decorated with orchids,
just to make sure that some dreams are real and that we must dream despite everything
Or at a panda lecture, after moments of clapping over a memorable speech, spelling end in different ways
Leaving space for a potential sequel, like the mindful directors in the Hollywood, bollywood and the other woods.
We could have also stayed and waited for his end to embrace us
Or we could have just slammed doors on each other so that it would hurt less,
But, we choose sweet messages
for God knows why!
After all this time, we know that life doesn't run on coulds, but floats on is.
Like the clouds that pass,
Ever changing into different forms
From being one in the now, to being two in the next.
Reminding me of the cloud story we left behind unfinished
Reminding me of the panda tale that's still sitting idle, waiting for its writers to serve some food
We could have served the hungry panda, and then ended the story
The panda story,
The cloud story
And our story
But, we ended because we had to!
For this world needs us
to do what we need to
before everything else.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC
on the flight -
i collect candies
for the ghat journey
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
chessplayer a.k.a chameleon
white today
black tomorrow
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
They may be sad
But
It's not necessary that you should be the same.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC
I love myself the most!
Who doesn't?
~This question shouldn't even arrive.....
I is my passion.
I do things for my soul satisfaction.
I love for myself.
I sing for myself.
I sketch for myself.
I make love for myself.
I write for myself.
I explore for my own sake.
My every mov, every possible way out goes for myself.
My soul is forever famished,
my all actions are the motives or awakening of my S-O-U-L.
Give everything you have to yourself,
so that you can serve this society with whatever
you have in yourself.
The more you give, the more you will get.
Selfless love will pour you one day so much
that you will feel saturated......
FOR - THE - LOVE - OF - MYSELF.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
First forget what time it is
for an hour
do it regularly every day
then forget what day of the week it is
do this regularly for a week
then forget what country you are in
and practice doing it in company
for a week
then do them together
for a week
with as few breaks as possible
follow these by forgetting how to add
or to subtract
it makes no difference
you can change them around
after a week
both will help you later
to forget how to count
forget how to count
starting with your own age
starting with how to count backward
starting with even numbers
starting with Roman numerals
starting with fractions of Roman numerals
starting with the old calendar
going on to the old alphabet
going on to the alphabet
until everything is continuous again
go on to forgetting elements
starting with water
proceeding to earth
rising in fire
forget fire
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
Blackened
Soul deep.
Purged in darkness
Set on fire.
These walls
Do no justice.
Pain, a friend
Partner in crime.
Coughing up blood,
Picking up pieces.
Tragic reminiscing
No, not cathartic.
No answers,
Just questions.
Pact with the devil,
Too far in for remission.
Pushing limits
Past breaking points.
The world too malicious
Always disappoints.
No room for guilt,
Just a fatal ambition.
No room for doubt,
Its my transcending choice.
Pledged loyalty to my vice,
And my malevolence.
But in my self destruction,
And reckless violence,
You found me.
Unlike all the others,
You never left.
Unlike all others,
You stayed
To put out the fire.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC