I'm dating depression
He knocks on my door
Although he smiles for miles
I knows he hides more

Depression just loves me
He's been other places
He takes other forms
Same guy, but new faces

He sneaks up on me
With surprise in his eyes
Claiming he changed who he was
But I know he lies

People change too
Like the leaves in the fall
And as the foliage fades
My lover does call

"Love me like only you do"
"Need me because I need you"
"Protect me from what I can't help"
**"Save me, but from myself"

Last week, you saw the sun bleed itself on the empty sky and give rise to a million stars. And you thought of her. Absent mindedly, you touched your wedding ring loosely wrapped around your finger. You sipped your coffee and wondered what was it that made the sun and moon rise and set? You envied how oblivious they remained to the suffering of this world. A couple of more sips led you to think how your life has pretty much been like them too, spinning uncontrollably, not listening to your suggestions or demands. Till you found her. And suddenly your universe had a focal. Last few months had been tough.
It has been like two ghosts living in a house, unaware of each others presence. You missed her, you wanted to hug her, and hold her till she found her way back to you.
But every time you tried to talk to her, she would break down and then fade off. It was like there was an invisible wall growing in between you two and you did not know how to cross it. Not without her opening the door and letting you in.
It has been 4 months since the test came positive. The doctor said it was the last stage of cancer. And that they were sorry. They had been having a fight over room renovation when they got the call. They were to visit the doctor asap.
Elisabeth could not believe it. It would be easier to take it in had Michael not gone numb. At first, he thought it was a joke. A cruel one. But after half an hour of arguing and no camera person coming to tell them "you have been pranked" he had to give in.
The drive to home was quiet. Neither knew what to say. Unlike the movie scenes, there were no emotional dialogues or crying. There was just a quiet all over the place.
Since neither of them felt like  eating, they went to bed.
Elisabeth had her back turned to Michael, but after a hour two, she was clutching to Michael for the life of her, sobbing madly.
And seeing her cry made him break down as well. He had never cried in all his adult life. And together they sobbed. That night was the last conversation they had. Elisabeth asked Michael to move on. But this act of bravery could not last for long and in between her muffled sobs, she asked to save her, he said he did not know how. And she had looked up in his eyes and said never forget me. And with her head on his chest, her consciousness had finally drifted to faroff place. She would occasionally mutter something in her sleep and shiver and hold on to him closer. He was her safe haven and he knew it. He wished he could save her, but he did not know how to.

The qualms of morning seemed so silly now. It is so tragic how we let the little things take away from us the greater moments. We think we have enough time. And that is the thing, we never know that the kiss we had would be our last.
So i m writing this to let you know there is nothing you would regret more than not being able to show your love while you still had the chance to.
Let your partner know you love her, take her on a long drive, send her unexpected flowers. Smile at strangers. Listen to your grandparents. And send love letters to your parents
While you still have the chance to do it. I don't.

And now that I think about it, I regret how I let those little things take away from me, the happiness I could have given her and the memories with whom I'll have to live my life

The girl in the mirror

Who is she?
The girl in the mirror,
I don't recognise her anymore,
Sometimes she looks at the distance,
Her ghostly looks
Send through me a shiver,
Her lips move
But I can't hear a word she utters

And then she zeroes in on me again
Her eyes go vacant,
Her  face goes grave
And I realise
She is no longer there,
Just a ghost
A shadow
Of who she once was
Still haunting
The body she used to dwell in

A heart
Forced to beat.
Who stole the light in those eyes?
Her face looks familiar,
Yet so estranged.

I take a step towards her,
She does too.
I move my hand,
And she follows
The realisation came,
The girl In the mirror,
Is no one else
But myself.
Dark circles,
Creating a contrast against her pale skin
It is so hard to look
At the jagged cuts all across her thighs.
Who would ever be gentle
Across her jagged cuts?
Who would pull her up,
From the midnight thoughts she has been sinking in
Farther and farther?
Who else,
If not she, herself?

She is the anchor
Weighing her wings down,
But she also has the power of wind
That won't be bound.
She is sunshine and darkness both,
In her own world
And she must and she will learn
How to balance the colors
To create a perfect picture


So tonight is the time
To fall in love with the girl in the mirror
Oh yes,
The girl in the mirror
Found herself,
The girl in thr mirror
Stopped looking for help.

she realised
Perfection is perceptional
And not itself perfect.

Beware of her,
For you have not seen her best yet.
One day she will show the world the
Art she carries within herself.

Poets need to stop glorifying heartbreaks and depression. Nothing about depression is appealing and all that blood was never pretty just red and gross. Poets need to stop looking for rhymes in things that have long lost their abilities to speak or, look for a pattern in the way his love comes and goes like the tides on a full moon day. There is none. It is hard to admit it, but sometimes all a poet needs to do is put the pen down, and instead of capturing the moments into words, feel them. Yes, close your eyes and feel the air you exhale and the heart pumping the blood. Sometimes, bleeding on paper ain't enough, sometimes all a poet needs to do is step back and look at his bruised hands and give it the time needed to heal and stop drowning himself in metaphors and similes and get up and stand on his feet and make a difference.
They need to warn the readers and remind themselves that missing someone does not come softly, that there are places where even light cannot reach. They need to stop exaggerating or, underplaying it. Sometimes, they need to stop looking for the reasons for how and why the stars align in a certain way, or why out of all the people who could have broken their hearts, it had to be the one they trusted it with the most.
Sometimes they have to admit, that despite their best attempts there are hearts that won't race on the alphabets and punctuations of what they wrote and there are people for whom their best would never be good enough. And that should not matter.
Sometimes, poets need to realise they are not just a broken memory of the person they were, but that they hold the past, present, and future within themselves. Yes, they are the embodiment of lives. But mostly, One thing that we poets need to understand Is that at the end of the day, when we lay on the bed, we are humans too, and we must find a way to forgive ourselves and all the words we write, should be meant for us. That is the only way we can grow, that is the only way our poems will grow with us when you start being honest with ourselves and not write to fit into some twisted layout the world has set for us.

My hands are missing something they have never held
A homely tone, a familiar face,
Or, a flower I have never smelt
I can not tell
Which one of them is it,
But my heart can't rest
I dream about skylines I have never seen
And all the places I have never been

I think about getting lost
More often than not
And lay on the wet grass
In the middle of nowhere

I want to go
To the depth of the ocean
Maybe there I'll find the peace
That, so far, has managed
To stay away from me

Oh look at that bird,
I wonder what it is saying,
Is it beckoning me?
How nice it must be
To say what you want
Not caring about what everyone thinks

Or, look at the shadow,
I wonder what would happen if It could talk
Always lurking around
In a cloak of mystery,
Some mornings,
I wish it would continue to embrace me

Can you hear the wind
Pass you by
Taking with it,
A thousand sighs
Of a thousand lovers,
If I could I would draw a face on it,
And hear it talk
About all the places it has travelled

Listen closely,
Can you hear the song
The moon sings
To its beloved earth?
I wonder what stars feel,
When they witness
This enchanting exchange
Is that why they flicker
So brightly,
They also want someone
To sing them lullaby every morning


I wonder about a lot of things,
The whys and how's of everything
All these questions,
I'm sure, would take me on a journey,
I might not know whereabouts and the time right now,
But I know one day, I'll be free.

Hold me
Like I'm the most fragile thing
You have touched
One breath
And I'll shatter
And I'm all
That is keeping you alive


Hold me
As if
The whole world has turned into a dark, cold ball
And I'm the only lamp light
You must save from the breeze


Hold me as if
You are the  hurricane
Leaving a path of wreckage behind
And I'm the only thing
You intended to keep
In one-piece

Hold me as if
Stars are oozing out of me
From where I should be bleeding
And you try to find the exit hole
But you get fascinated by my stars instead
And you stand there
Perplexed and mesmerized equally

He held me,
As if I was the last flower blooming
In his garden
Salty and hence, infertile
From the tears all the other wilting flowers had cried

Just because I smiled does not really mean
I like the way you are gawking at me,
Cause girls like me,
we don't like getting messed with
By guys like you 
Who fall in love with every face they see

The flirtatious comments are okay,
But mind you, I'll always keep you an arm's length away 
I can feel your struggle 
You can't keep your eyes on the road
But really there is something you should know

Girls like me, yeah, we can see through your actions,
Today you'll say hello,
Tomorrow you would need our numbers,
Now I'm not the kind of girl to be fooled by those innocent eyes,
I know guys like you 
Fall in love With every face they come across

Tonight I look the prettiest,
Tomorrow there will be another's headlights you'll chase 
Life does get boring 
For a street dog,
With nothing else to do
But there is something we wish you knew

Girls like me,
We don't need attention,
Wherever we walk, is where the limelight follows,
And even that won't be enough
We want the world at our feet,
And the stars in our crowns

So save your clichés
A fool always finds another fool 
To be friends with
But as long as you know it is not gonna be me,
We should be alright