(He will say)

In this defeat
Lies my greatest victory,
Only the bravest
Can surrender to this deed,
Blushing heart, and crimson cheeks


Till death do us part.



(I'll return with: )

Another sunrise
Comes to play peek-a-boo
Your eyes flutter open
and that's when my day begins
Time after time,
Together we'll venture

Till death do us part.

A passion was awoken
That could not be tamed,
And what once was a spark
Has now left such an ugly scar

Maybe,
It's one of the love trademarks
To build up a thing
Only to watch it fall apart

So fall not
For such foolery,
Magic, these days,
Is often trickery.

Fragile as a flower,
It will softly walk in,
Persistent as a ****,
It will never leave.

There is a fine line,
Between love and madness,
You're bound to cross
If you don't keep yourself in check

As light as a wing,
It can still make your heart sink,
As tempting is its invitation
The result might still be horrendous

And the worst of all,
A deathblow,
What if the leaving stars,
Take it all?

As concrete as the ocean tides,
lasting like a kid's attention,
To fall or to take a flight,
It's your and only your choice.

You see,
It's easy for me
To get lost in the
wildness of the moment,
To stop to see
Rainbow in a dew drop
Or to sway away
On the notes of the bluest songs.

You see,
It's easy for me
To see through the little things
And go deaf
To a heart thud only for me
But you must understand
What I believe
Every machine has to fail or break

You see,
It's easy for me
To be so selflessly selfish
There is always an orphaned kid
With a broken smile
Or a birthday wish for the dead
In order to make them
Feel alive

You see,
It's easy for me
To believe
Everything I touch
Will surely leave
Oh, such ironies
I wanted
You to stay so bad that
I guess I made you leave

Can you feel it
The venom flowing in
Your blood
It's darker than
The darkest shade of nights,
You have seen.

Can you feel it
The guilt infiltrating your thoughts
Faster than
The snow dissipating
on a child's palm

Can you feel it,
A feeling of hopelessness
Taking over
Like a nausea
You could not fight

Can you feel yourself dying
A little more inside
And becoming the monster
Your mother always
Warned you about?

2 am
And I am wide awake
Singing myself to sleep
Anything to shut the voices in my head

These labyrinth of memories
Keep Reminding Me of all my past mistakes
Till at the regrets aggregate
To make my face.

3am
I just realised how
The roads I have walked on
Have always been  lonesome
And the homes I have made
Have always had a roof of stars
And a bed of earth.

Till one day my feet ran off the ground
And the sky turned out to be a cemetery
Of the wishes
The stars could never fulfill.

And like the stars I realised
How all the pretty things that shine
are slowly dying or ebbing


It is 4 am
And I'm curled up in a ball
Tick tock
Do I hear footsteps
Hello is anyone home?


These quiet hours
Keep growing louder every minute
Till I'm completely consumed
And I become one with the things that have always terrified me

And these words I wrote could never save me
Suddenly it was the silence of the dawn
That had set me free.


The alarm clock's ringing
Remind me it's 5 now
Time to get up
And prepare myself for another war.

And as I look at my reflection,
With pale skin and dark circles under my eyes
I wonder when exactly in the process of surviving
I forgot to exist

When did I become the person
I promised I would not be

Her dark eyes sang of wildness,
Her skin promised eternities,
But her heart was lost,
In a place she hoped to find him.

It's the first day of spring
but little it matters to my heart
where it is always winter.

It's the first day of the spring
And it has tore me apart again
Like an autumn wind.

It is the first day of the spring
But our eyes are still raining
For the memories of summer gone.

Maybe it is the death
That makes the life so much more beautiful .

The bright yet flickering light,
Around which you must be careful.

Don't go crashing too fast
For it will be blown away,

Stare a minute too longer
And it will start to Decay

A heart like cemetery
Where every time you wish you had died but did not
A new grave was dug
And part of you was laid

A soul so wary
It does not seem to resonate with your age,
And it is always autumn all around you
And you are the leaves that have been let go of

A skin like porcelain
It does little to keep anything in
And all the light inside of you
Has been extracted.

But they cannot understand
And so you never tell,
You tiptoe around the edge of the knife
While waving back at them

As long as your smile does not falter
You'll be the pretty little star,
Flirtatious eyes
And envious remarks
Following every step you take

You have got holes in your heart,
But so what as long as they keep you afloat?
And life has been falling apart
From a year or four
But today, had turned out to be just okay

I have seen heroes take shelter in darkness, and villains smirk in light
Angels lose their Godly touch
And demons flourishing in their eyes.

It is so easy to get mesmerized
By this haze called love
I find myself forgetting
That you ain't him
And I ain't her.

And it is easy to give in to the urges
Walk hand in hand
Talk heart to heart
But if you walk in circles,
You'll exactly reach from where you begun

The brown of your eyes
Still reflect the same warmth
The misery of my heart
Still longs for your company.


And all the houses and the memories we burnt
Sometimes it is hard to believe
That you were ever him
And I was ever her.

I think I have spilled it all
But then a breeze reminds me of your touch
And just like that
A new poem is born

I think I have run out of metaphors
But then the stars fade to brown of your eyes
And just like that
A new poem is born

I think the novelty
Of being in love has worn off
But then your smile feels like eternity
And just like that
A new poem is born.

I think i have felt
all there was left to feel
But then you wink at me
And the letters inside me rearrange
And just like that
A new poetry is born.

Have you ever looked in the mirror
And searched for yourself
In the reflection

But have you ever got everything you wanted
And still had an insatiable longing gnawing at your insides

But have you ever stared into the sky long enough
That you felt it staring back into the vacant nothingness inside you

But have you ever laid awake
Spilling yourself on to the blank pages
Cause you needed to empty you of yourself

But have you ever tried listening to all the complains and secrets the cold wind carries with itself

Cause, if you had,
you would have known
That pain is universal.

A quiet morn
A girl full of distraught
A blue sky
And a grey soul.


A glass window
A peek Into the outer world
Innumerable statues
With a beating heart.

A lonely walk
Into the mind
Vivid scenery
And a dull light in the eyes

Blank pages
And the indigo ink seeping through
The more you bleed out
The less empty it feels

A dusty road
With forgotten footprints
A lost summer
With many unheard stories

A race
With no definite end point
A ticking bomb
Waiting to explode

A quiet night
And a girl full of distraught
A sky like graveyard
Stars being the buried dreams

Stay for a minute
Let me catch my breath
Let me look at the crumbling pieces
Of the palace I had made.

When did it grow so dark
Why do my lips refuse to make a sound
It is like seasons come and off they go
While I wait for myself to come back around

And the wreck of the year,
Has found a new face
And the wreck of the year
Is my new name


Stay for a minute
Let me reassemble the memories face by face
All my friends were here a minute ago
But now I see no familiar face
Even the reflection in the mirror
Looks at me with eyes askance

When did it get so lonely
I swear I can sometimes hear the bottom of the ocean
Calling out my name
Maybe in its echoes I'll bury myself
And finally feel at home

And the wreck of the year,
Has found a new face
And the wreck of the year
Is my new name


Stay for a minute
I can no longer feel my heart break
And my eyes have grown so used to the darkness
All these ghouls have learnt my name

When did the world twist upside down
Should not it be the way around
Why does light hurt my eyes
When did my friends become ghosts of the past

And the wreck of the year,
Has found a new face
And the wreck of the year
Is my new name


Stay with me
In this dark abyss
We don't have to know each other's name
But I'll hold your hand
Till we are rolling down the same path.

You don't look for me
In familiar faces all around you.
You don't think about me every time you see a sunset and wonder
How endings can be beautiful too
You don't look at the night sky and miss the constellations on my lips.

I wish you did
But then I know you don't.


You would not let me carve a cavity out of you
On a cold January night
And watch me leave in mid June,
When it's warm enough for me to fly
And you would not
Like the way I set fire on every home I have ever entered
Or how my touch would give you chills across your sweaty spine


And God, how I hoped you would,
But I know you don't.




You no longer walk that extra mile
To catch the sunrise in my smile
You  no longer stay up
Till the storm inside me subsides
You no longer want to end the day
By resting in the black of my eyes
You no longer name
The galaxies on my skin



And hence, I think it is time to make a change.


Because I hope you did but
I know you don't

And i know away from this pain,
A new horizon awaits.

I looked at you
For far too long
To be able to distinguish it
From an eternal love
And yet it was so short
I'll keep being reborn
Until you realise
How it is your breaths that hold my life

You shone
For far too long
To get the envious eyes
Of everyone we have ever known
And yet it was too short
My heart wrote you a poem
But I could not get the words out of chest
Soon enough

A silver doe
Showed me a way
Out of the misery I had wove
around myself
Long enough till it was properly gotten rid of
But just when I turned to caress it
I saw its light fade in the sunlight

Your dark eyes
A mystery in their own, intimidated I stood still
Reading into your shadow
And just when I mustered up my courage
To ask your name
You exploded
And that is how stars were born.

I remember very vividly
The place where
a sweet smell lingered in the air
And though it must have
rained at times
The sky was never too grey
And the cold never too bitter

The sun liked to play hide and seek
From behind the banyan tree
From which dad had tied a swing
Not too big,
Not too Small,
It would take me
high enough to believe I had wings
But not too high
To make the crashing look painful.

I remember about a place
Where I lived
It was so long ago
It carries with itself
The sweet nostalgia
of a dream
that ended too soon.

Dreamy, but real enough
To not be mistaken
As a fabrication
Of one's imagination
Real but dreamy enough
To waste the entire galaxy wishing upon it.

I remember about
The labyrinth
I would walk with my Nana
What for
I can't seem to remember now
But all the things he said
Are the foundations on which I have built my life.

These concreted paths,
These dimly lit rooms,
The days blurring into the next ones
Till I can't distinguish one from another.

The faded memories,
The jagged longings,
The flame in my eyes
Has completely extinguished
The music in my heart
Is slowly ebbing.

The heart's longing
The mind Is seeking
These leisurely moments
Which are lost now,
To a place probably
Where my childhood went
Along with my Nana.

If someone finds a way to get those days to me,
Let me know,
Till then I'll be writing
Of those days
I had with my Nana.

It is dangerous
To fall in love with a flame
When your words are soaked in gasoline
One look
And your whole world
Comes down burning.

Yes, the world will never understand
How easily the moth is drawn to a flame
The world will never understand
How can any one trade hearts
For such an unbearable pain.


(But you do, don't you?)


It is dangerous
To decide to walk up a bridge
What if no one is waiting
On the other side
And you're left feeling trapped
With only yourself
On a cold December night

Yes, this has happened all the times,
The coldest nights
Are spent with a constant longing  
On their lips
The world will never understand
How can a name be called out
Like a prayer
How can love be someone's religion

( but then again you do, don't you)

It is dangerous
To let someone renovate your heart
In colors of their favorite Shades
What if one day they decide
That this is just not the color for them
And your heart will shatter down
Because they have left a permanent mark
No one else can erase.

Alas, such tragedies you are talking about
Who is she who let you down
Don't you know some passions are too fiery
To last for long
Cause if they did,
The whole society would see in silence its norms
Falling down
Like ashes on a graveyard.

It is a dangerous thing
To fall in love
How can I let someone in
Without tearing myself apart
And making spaces for them
Where they can reside
And leave memories when they don't want to be around

Why do you see the world in shades of heartbreaks and wounds
Light always finds its way
And it will dissolve right across your skin
And love is a light
You'll only notice
When you see her glittering eyes
Looking down into your abyss
While the intensity of her gaze never falters

But you already have seen it happen, have not you?


But..but your words make it look so pretty
Like it is not a sin to avert your eyes upon
Like it is not a deadly disease
Tell me, woman,
Have not you had moments where you just wanted to quit this


Yes, I have had moments, a whole lot of them
But if there is one thing time has taught me,
There is nothing love can't fix
You just have to
Let it find its way to you.


And as she got up
To finally leave
I realised how my heart will always go out of way
To find reasons to love her
Again and again

And as she turned her gaze away
Hoping I don't see the tears
I myself have created
I knew I'll forever be the beat to which her heart sings,
Her first, her last and every thing in between

But there is a warning
She gave me,
A warning I now owe to you,
Between world and love,
The world always wins.
You might not let the world control
The way you feel,
But the world will not change its ways,
For something as abstract as love.

And though our hearts beat as one,
We could never be,
One and whole.

But you won't let that stop you from loving, will you?

Who am I
but the broken pieces
Of who I used to be

Who am I
but a silhouette of the bright future
I had always dreamed

Who am I
but the fading cry inside my heart ;
"I'm still here. I am. I am."

Who am I
But what's left of everything
That broke me

Who am I
But another racer
Who does not know where he is going

Who am I
But a love
that is never loved back

Who am I
But a mixture of feelings
That have already been felt

Are my thoughts original?
Or are they echoes
Of every things they have witnessed

If you decide to ever come my way
Just know that will be the day
The snow inside my heart will melt
Leaving the flowers in a new bloom.

And the rain will dance
To the beat of thunderstorms
The day you embrace my heartbeats
As one of yours.

The dreams of you
Are closer than the kohl lining my eyes
Come, my dear, and catch them
Before they roll down my cheeks.

The black eyes of yours
Are still not familiar
To the promises they have made to mine.

And the spaces between my fingers
Are still holding the pen
Writing about the time
They'll hold your fingers instead

If you decide to ever come my way
Just know that will be the day
The snow inside my heart will melt
Leaving the flowers in a new bloom.

And the rain will dance
To the beat of thunderstorms
The day you embrace my heartbeats
As one of yours.

If you decide to ever come my way
Just know that will be the day
The snow inside my heart will melt
Leaving the flowers in a new bloom.

And the rain will dance
To the beat of thunderstorms
The day you embrace my heartbeats
As one of yours.

The dreams of you
Are closer than the kohl lining my eyes
Come, my dear, and catch them
Before they roll down my cheeks.

The black eyes of yours
Are still not familiar
To the promises they have made to mine.

And the spaces between my fingers
Are still holding the pen
Writing about the time
They'll hold your fingers instead

If you decide to ever come my way
Just know that will be the day
The snow inside my heart will melt
Leaving the flowers in a new bloom.

And the rain will dance
To the beat of thunderstorms
The day you embrace my heartbeats
As one of yours.

She is brokenness
With a pretty cover
He is lost sighs
Of the star crossed lovers.

She is the familiar face
In a crowded street
He is the purest relation
Not obligatory, yet a need.

She is the grace
by which the leaves fall
He is the warm embrace
of sunlight on a winter morn.

She is the whimper
Of the lonely moon
He is the the lake
In which its reflection floats.

She is his past midnight drunken confessions
He is what she spills all over the blank paper.

It was not good
No, that does not make it bad.
You would find no date marked
On my calendar
Or a goal set
It was what it was
Nothing more than that
A thoughtless act of letting go
And I had finally done something well.

There were no midnight epiphanies
No, the sun still shone the same
The world was still its own paradise
We all were burning in our own flames
Nothing had changed,
Yet nothing remained the same-
Cause of
A thoughtless act of letting go
And I had done it with grace.

I had the day planned,
I had written about it to an extent
The words lost their meaning,
The pages went deaf.
It came ever so suddenly
Like the first drop of rain
From a single lonely cloud
On a sunny day.
Yes, I did not think about it
I just decided to begin again-in another place
Just like that.

It was not selfish
It was not necessarily brave
Hope
You don't exaggerate it
To something it never meant.
It was just her
Letting go of the world
That no longer made any sense
She cut all her ties-
The final act of letting go
And she had done it so well.

All they need to know
About you
Is the days I was with you
I did not write
I did not have to quiet
The tumultuous thoughts
Because you were the calm
Eye
Of all my hurricane

When most anonymous heart beats
Were busy ruining themselves
You were keeping mine safe
Inside your heart.

All they need to know
Is sometimes when you opened your eyes after your daily prayer
I could see the gateway to all the churches
I never bothered to go
They made a caphir like me
Believe in heaven.

When most of the times I was sure
Earth was the purgatory
If there was ever such a thing
And how I deserved it.


All they need to know about you
Is how when you touched me
It felt like a thousand dandelions
Being touched by a breeze
So rejuvenating
Drifting to a semi lucid reality.

Your love crossing all the boundaries
Leading me to a place
Far away from the differentiation of wrong and right.


All they need to know about you;
I hope to keep turning it into poetry.

It's just another night
I have slain all these stars
I would hang them from your ceilings
Just to light up the paths
In your darkest dreams

It's just another night
I could not fall asleep
Without the beat of his heart
Singing to me
Sweet lullabies
I know you miss her too

It's just another night
I wrap your words around me
To shield me from the echoes
Of the goodbyes I never got
Do you sometimes beg God
To give you more time w her
But the clock keeps ticking
Into an eternity without her

It's just another night
And we both are bleeding
For the love that was ours,
For the love our heart holds still
And for the love that will always be.

You make me bleed,
If only I learnt
how to paint you with it,
This would be worth it.

You make my heart ache,
If only I could turn this into art,
I would find a way
to keep you safe

Without endangering
my fragile beats.

You make me love you,
If only I could turn you into poetry,
And have people appreciate my love,
And not object,
I would.



But I can't.


So now my pen lays there,
The paper waits to be caressed,
The words remain lost in the echoes inside my head
Pleading you to come back.

But no amount of words I write
Will be louder than this worldly hate,
5+5 makes 10 so does 2+8

So why do they have to wrong us
To prove they are correct

I guess only a broken soul can hear
The sound a breaking heart makes,
You heard mine, for that I'm glad,
But you are gone now

The words now fall,
Only to get rusted and forgotten,

You made me hear
The silent lullaby the night sky sang to its lover earth
But now without you here,
It grows quieter every night.


Please, somewhere at some point
meet me again

Every worry
Settled on your brows
Let them be taken care of
By the breeze.

Yeah, let the memories of your yesterday
Remain In your past
Let it go,
Every string pulling you down.

Talking loud, palms curled into fists
Looking for approval now and then
All the desperate wants and twisted needs
All these delusions we get build around.

So every worry
Settled on your brow
Let them be taken care of
By the breeze


Come sit by me,
Watch the sun sink into horizon
Tell a tale or two
Oh you can be you for once
And I'll be me.

Let forever burn
And ashes fall and merge into soil
Flowers will bloom;
Sunflowers and roses of present.

Oh let it go,
Every thing gone wrong
Let it be,
All the untimely death of love.


So every worry
Settled on your brow
Let them be taken care of
By the breeze.

A boy with spring lurking at every footstep he walked
Met a girl humming to the wind of fall
The scent of fresh beginnings marked his approach
In the intense fragility of life she remained involved.
On an ordinary day, their paths crossed
He had never seen beauty
In such raw form
She raised her eyebrows,
What trouble has she now herself sought
The ******* whose palm the leaves gladly dropped
Never knew where she herself would fall.
He was overwhelmed, so he probed
How could tragedies
Be so intricately connected with hope
In bright hues
He had always walked
Now a pair of black eyes
Had him ******
Black magic, it must be, he told.
She cried for autumn's loss
He smiled for what spring brought
Spring and autumn
With their eye's locked
In complete stillness, in this contrast they felt they belonged
The world unaware of
Who was it who loved first and more?
Maybe that is why in autumns
With such grace leaves fall
And every turn, springs do a makeover
For its beloved
No touch and no promised words
Maybe we should all stop
And give their love an applause.
Spring, autumn
And their eternal love.

The fireflies
Buzz all around you,
Scattered drops of sunlight
Celebrating the darkness
Maybe we should try it too
Because if we wait for a happy moment to celebrate
We might just have to wait forever.


The autumn trees
Dance all around you
Moving their bare branches
On the beat of the silent wind
You never planted their seeds
Yet they shed their leaves
Watching you shed those precious tears.


Never say, oh, never think
You are alone in your struggle.
Think of all the eternities the sky has bled
For the earth it has never touched.
Yeah, think about the longings with which the ocean and the moon look at each other
And yet can never meet.

So, if you dream of skylines you have never seen,
Wake up with your dreams sitting on your eyelids
And if your heart is at a place far away,
Just know maybe it is supposed to be that way.

The earth when too close to sun,
Will become a ball of ashes,
The moon will have the tides turn
Into merciless savages.
Your heart, with you in his arms,
Will finally be at rest

And if it was not for this sadness, what would I still be writing about?

Have you ever thought
Why your heart continues to beat
With all its pieces
Breaking farther
As the time grows

Have you ever thought
Why you still find it beautiful
To look at those starry skies
Every night
Through misty eyes

Have you ever thought
Why our palm has not yet
Lost its sensation
Even after holding on to things
Long gone and dead

Have you ever thought
Why do you never run out of oxygen
Even when sometimes you feel
The atmosphere closing in
on you

Call it fate
Karma, God's will Or simply hope,
You have to keep reminding yourself
The best is yet to come,
And you are far from being done.

Let our conversations
Morph themselves
Into the words of my poetry
Let our jagged breathing
Be the tune
To which people sing these words.

Let the glitter in your eyes
Shine right through
The abyss in my soul
Let the hope of this new found love
Give light to those who have lost
And will be found again.

Let our love
Transcend through all the boundaries
And heartbreaks of the past
Let this love be the grace
That provides buoyancy to the hearts
Heavy w scars

Let our shyness
Melt along with these burning stars
Till the sun dawns
And in your arms, the day starts.

Some days you are an abandoned building
Other days you are the nostalgia of the homely smell they have long said goodbye to

Some days your are the shooting star who fell in love with the sky
Other times you are a void, denying  the law of gravity

Some days I can feel your heart singing to me
Other days you are just a dream fading
I'm ready to suffocate in my mind
Only to keep you strangled in it

Some days I can't help but wish you and I become a we again
Other days I know I have responsibilities to take care of
And my head closes in on me again

Some days you sweep me away with the strong currents of your passion
Other dayss I just get pulled under and find solace in my depression


Sometimes I'm the soberness followed after the breaking of dawn
Mostly I'm the drunk 3am thoughts
Wanting to wear your skin and crawl up to your thoughts

Sometimes I'm the irresistible love,
Only entitled to you
Other times you remember love is almost never enough

Some days I almost feel complete
When you run your fingers on all my edges and uncertainties
Other days I remember it was your surface on which I cut myself and had to bleed

Some days I know you love me and always will
Other times I write to remember you were not just something my heart came up with

Some days I believe I must carry on without you and I will,
Other times I lay awake and count the pieces of me
I left at your front door
When I could not get myself to knock
And tell you all these things

There is a thousand way
They can show their love,
Getting up before you,
And baking-
Every dish dripping
In your favorite flavor.

There is a thousand way
They will let you know
You are not alone
27 missed calls,
Breathing properly only
When they see you at the front porch

There is a thousand way
To let you know,
How you are the family
They have
And the family they want

There is a thousand way to know,
You have made a place in his heart,
A message at dawn,
Asking if you are alright,
He will go to any length
To protect you.

But you tend,
Not to see
Love in these little thing,
You want grand gestures
Poems written about
The knots in your hair


And some may
Do exactly that
But that does not mean
Their love is superior
To the love that is only spoken
Between two hearts

Yes,
There is a thousand way to show love,
You only have to notice,
And not be blinded by your expectations
To feel them all.

Who should you write poetry for?

Write for someone
Who cares enough to read it
And have the words etched upon
Their hearts,
Never fading.

Write for someone
Who knows you enough,
To know
That you are a mixture of a thousand emotions
You never show
And your poetry is a gateway
To your heart.

Write for someone,
Who would willingly walk down
An abyss with you,
Not someone, who walks into it,
Unknowingly
Overwhelmed by your words' intensity

Write for someone,
Who is many different people,
For many different people,
And still is all of them for you,
A side he only shows to you.

Write for someone,
Whose love is not a secret,
Confessed in a hushed tone,
Write for someone who loves you,
And is unapologetic about it.


Write for someone,
Who sees a part of them
Every time your eyes meet,
Write for the part
Of yourself
You see in them.

Write for someone
To whom you actually mean something
And your words will never go unnoticed,
Dissolving in wind
The moment your lips set them free.

Your mother did not keep you in her womb for 9 months, to see you lose yourself over trying to find a home in his thoughts.

Your father did not put you on his shoulder, only to see you worship the land on which he walks, when he so gently and patiently taught you how to fly  

Your brother did not look up at you expectantly from his sleepy eyes, to see the light fade from yours.

Your grandfather did not tell you about his dreams, if he ever for a moment thought, you could not have them fulfilled.

The steps you take,
The breaths you breathe,
Oh, you were beautiful
Long before he told you that is what he thinks.

The words you write,
The pain that kills,
Will only take you towards,
The person you were meant to be

Your 5 year old self
Did not just want to live to breathe,
Let her teach you
How not to let your brilliance get
Tainted by the silhouettes of grief

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

The stars follow her
everywhere she goes
When she gets lost,
she will let them guide her home.

Thee moon sings her lullaby
While she watches it look at the earth
With a certain longing
Not so very new to her.

And the sun,
Well it bleeds for her pain every evening
And paints the scarlet love all over the sky

The planets spin
Ever so slowly
So that she doesn't trip
And yet keeps progressing

The galaxies reside in her
Demanding her attention
To first name each stars that reside within her
Then look anywhere else

The light travels
Miles and miles
Only to land at her feet,

And the wind blows
She has heard them sigh
Because they are never able
To stay still
And just have a long look at her


So don't feel bad for her
Don't underestimate her power
Because she is kind enough
For she has got the whole universe with her.

-Aditi Kumari

He looked all his life,
Waited to be drenched in the tsunami of emotions she had within herself
Just One more time

Little did he know
The ocean inside her had dried,
The colors drained from her eyes
All because of his unsaid goodbye

The girl who never stood still,
Always burning and crashing
Now wore the silence of twilight hours,
Her life holding the emptiness
Of the infinite sky

She no longer remembers the first time his hand held hers,
She does not remember about the attraction his eyes held once

She used to be the words that set
Paper ablaze
Now she is just a smudge,
Out of place and frowned upon.

And now that his fire had blown off,
He went looking for the girl
With gaze that could set ashes on fire
But
She is no longer there

Now she is just a room with no window or, door
There is no point in knocking now
She gave up on looking out for your footsteps way back.

He could not see
the picture her eyes painted 
the lyrics her heart beats wrote 
the grace by which she walked
he could not see her for the magic she was.


he could not see 
the way buds blossomed 
when she walked their way
or how the way stars aligned
to guide him to her
because he was too caught up in someone else's light


she could not see 
he was far off wandering
to a place she could never reach
his eyes following the movement 
of someone else's gaze
she could not see him 
for the momentary delight he will bring
followed by a series of never ending longings
that never to be fulfilled

He was blinded
But was never numb enough
not to feel the homely aroma 
she carried
slowly the aroma became his choice of drug
soon she became the irresistible force

her vision was tainted
with the sweet words he framed
moments after moments
she made a house 
where memories 
were bricks 
with love as cement. 
she knew he would fall in
and he did

but no matter how strong the drug is, 
a person gets accustomed to it
and wants more,
everything seems off-limit

no matter how much you are willing to sacrifice
you can only destroy yourself 
till you still have something left in you to give
but she already had loved him
with every bit of love she was allowed to give.

and on a stormy night, past came knocking at the door,
the girl was terrified, but the boy let the stranger in. 
When he saw her face, she was no stranger at all
she was the girl, around whom
majority of his life had evolved


Back before she knew, 
the pictures in the frames were replaced
the background was same
but it was the hands of his childhood love he was holding,
the letters he wrote for her
now had a new address
she came like fresh air,
and swept off the traces of the drug
He once could not do without

she became stranger in her own house,
he did not force her out,
but nothing was the same
With love gone
All the walls had cracked

now if there is one thing that is worse than to never have known love, it would be to have known love and watch it getting snatched away

she watched him delete all the messages,
rephrase the words he so happily wrote for her not so long back 
the photographs were burnt
the numbers were removed
it was as if,
she was never there.

and the boy lived happily
with his girl 
I'm sure this is not how
you thought the story would progress
but this is how it usually goes,
so if you are in love,
you are the lucky ones
cause most of us are writing
about the love we lost.

If you bleed enough, maybe then you can make them feel your love
Love?
Love was never just a feeling to you but a certain someone
and maybe that is where it all went wrong

If you stop looking 
for the sun in his shadow
maybe then you can actually 
fix the rain falling inside your heart for so long
Long?
how long has it been 
since you started drowning
how long till you hit the bottom

If only you did not wait for him
to decorate the darkness 
laying by your side every night
then you could notice the shining star that you are
Star?
but did not the fire inside you consume you entirely
all you ever do is fade or die

If not every night
continued to dawned into another
Same old cycle
same self destruction 
with same old feelings
feelings?
yes, feelings that weigh me down
while you soar

The most she will do, is throw occasional glances your way
She may be your dream,
or the element of your worst nightmare

She may be the blush of your cheeks
Maybe the wetness of the tears
She will never see
She may be the cure or, the pain
The hurricane of trouble,
or a shower of blessings from above.

She Maybe the blanket that keeps you warm,
or the fire that brings you down
She will teach you all about love
The why's and how it is done
But she will never be yours

The most she will do
Is throw occasional smiles your way
She is the face you may never leave behind
She is always ahead of your time

She may be the kind of lost that you need
A feeling of homeliness
When you have been estranged all your life
She is both playful and grace
You'll never see more than she intends for you to see

She can either be ruthless truthfulness or casual lies
And she always catches you off guard
She may go left when all go right,
Walk miles to dance under the moon light
And you'll stand their enchanted
Envying the moon light that gets to caress her skin


The most she will do
Is let her shadows touch you
And you are more than glad
To live your life in her afterglow


She can take care of herself
She is the beauty you found in wilderness
she refuses to be tamed
That is why you love her

She smiles,
And the angels' sigh
She weeps
And the devil curses
you you'll take all those smiles and tears as souvenirs
And store them in your mind
To always revisit later

The most she will do
Is let you be her friend
For she won't be
Anyone's fool,
But you are already a fool
And she is the moon you want

Why do I write poetry:
Many nights I have slept
With words of yours wrapped all around me
And now every time I lay
Those words whisper to me.
I must write to maintain my sanity.

Why do I write poetry:
Sometimes when I see sunset all I can think of is how you were the light of my eyes and when you left the sun set and it has never dawned since then
And I must write; ode to its remembrance

Why do I write poetry:
Sometimes I get really confused as to where I'm going except that no road will be taking me to you and the brown of the earth is the closest I'll get to have a souvenir of you
And I must write about the brown eyes I no longer wake up to

Why do I write poetry:
Every time you spoke there was a quiet all around while your words etched themselves on my fragile heart
And now there is only chaos left
And I must write to give my heart the silence to reminisce about your voice

Why do I write poetry:
I removed pieces of me to make you a home and now it only aches where my heart should be
And I must write to distract and empty myself of whatever is left

Why do I write poetry:
This is a world where please stay is followed only by a sorry as their response
And I must write because paper never cringes when I confess about my love

You beckon at me
In my dreams
I yearn for closeness
Just a touch
Just a nod
Anything that confirms
You are here
And you'll stay

I chase after you
But my legs refuse to move
As if I'm stuck
In wet cement
Slowly sinking
With every breath.

The distance between us
Ever increasing
And then she comes
You embrace her
The look on your face
Is so precious
As if you have found
A long lost treasure
I watch you scrape the colors off my world
To paint hers.

With your name still
On the tip of my tongue
I wake up,
Sweating,
My hands look for you,
And these moments are what I live for
When my mind forgets
That you are not there You never were

But then realisation comes
Creeping in too soon.
The rest of the night
Is spent
In tossing and turning

The morning light
With itself brings
Some sleep
As I get ready
For another tiring day

And from my dreams
You slide in my heart,
With every pump
You take over my soul
You occupy my thoughts

You love playing with my mind
If you only knew,
You would show off your smirk
And that smirk would leave
Its trace all over my face
Such crazy things
Only love can do

And I try
To wash your face off
My thoughts
But all the sinews and all the nerves
Start yelling your name
I can't resist you,
My mind refuses to cooperate
And at night,
In my dreams
I see you again

I spilled my secrets to the night sky
And it bled a million stars
Trying to get your name right.

I lost countless sigh
To the wind
And it echoed a thousand probabilities,
A nostalgic memory reminding me of things that will never be

I shed a tear or two
On the spot we used to sit
And sunflowers sprouted there
A perfect burial ground
For how things used to be

I slit my veins open
On the blank page that was supposed to say
Happily ever after
To make this ever after
Without you tolerable