Look me in the eyes, she said.
Tell me its over, she said.
The coldness in her voice and the longing in her eyes,
I couldn't differentiate between the mist of mistrust between us and that formed by the pouring rain.
A gunshot and there was silence between us again.

These eyes have seen more
Than what yours will take time to notice
These words don't stand for nothing
They have a meaning,
Hidden, though, you'll grasp that in a while, don't worry
The feet have walked just a bit more of a distance
than what you've walked,
You just started
And your age, its frivolous
Ofcourse you think you know too much
And most of what I say doesn't make sense
But my child, you'll be here one day
Feeling the air of existence
Hit you hard
A bit overwhelmed
And maybe,
A bit out of place.

I puked.
Then brushed
And then puked some more
Will you kiss me like you did before?
My breath
Is pale
Smells of some *** and whisky
And *****
And God knows what I mixed last night
Would you dare breathing me again?
My eyes
Are droopy, soggy
They're sleep deprived
They're missing your presence in sight
Would you look into them and quench the thirst?
I've been lost too long
And found not often
I can walk
I can run
I can smile the pain away
I can forget tears
I can hold happiness even in a pensive bottle
I can be the warmth of a hidden sun on a foggy winter morn
I can be so much more that I'll never believe
Would you like to be a part of all that and me?

Please don’t ask me what poetry means
because its a means to communicate
what i mean,
For those who cannot speak

I’m bad at explaining my thoughts
the words which i mean to use,
a thousand songs that i might sing to you,
oh the melodies, croon them, just for you

But somehow I cannot understand
why words fail me when i need them the most
i mean,
don’t we need words to read the other?
don’t we use them, rather?
wouldn’t they be the savior of my conversations, then?

My words fumble with themselves
creating in them, patterns,
knitting yards of never ending fabric
exhausting spools that stay unbroken

They say oceans have the best kept secrets
Hidden, treasures reside
Safely;
That that which goes into a black hole,
gets ****** in it, rather,
may never return

How Adrienne questioned
the ability and in-
ability of words to mean what they mean
for silence might fill the blanks too

A song plays on the loop
didn’t we make mixed tapes to convey
what we couldn’t express,
in words, we thought rhymes
were a better solution to
love letters which were never conceived
replaced by poetry
scribbled in papers torn from the last pages
of notebooks
we thought stealing lines and verses
from our English textbooks
was being romantic

That is when I discovered
that we could mean in fewer words
without having to convey what we mean,
directly-

This world of poetry
seemed like sunshine and rainbows
for a person who had no vision;
imagine,
the wonders they could do with that magic
and I,
begging them at last
to leave me something
which I can mean and the other could decipher
as what I truly try to mean
would never be found in simple sentence meanings.

So please don’t ask me what poetry means
for I might not have words meaning what I mean.

The air felt so warm and welcoming
I couldn’t figure out whether that was reality or me dreaming
I tried to look around, nothing familiar
Just the surroundings, no one did really appear
Quite sometime passed, I stood up straight
Looked around final time thought I’d wait
Patience drained out all, I was walking
The environment and nothing else seemed to do the talking
The grass, I hadn’t seen a greener one in lifetime ever
Even though with air warm, something in me left a shiver
A turn around the corner and I could see
Something that my eyes weren’t ready to believe
A thousand and more flowers of all kind
colors, shapes,sizes- I was out of my mind
I jumped from place to place, was eager to touch all
So I sat, and now all I did was crawl
My eyes wide open, they were taking in the maximum
Were eager to see what awaited them every turn
The trees so long and huge and wide
Their vastness so, attention for that it cried
I ran from tree to tree, trying to grab all I could
Everything felt so peaceful, everything felt so good
This place was too perfect to be even dreamt of
I could sense a belonging here though
A connection, weird one that appeared to me
I had no intentions of waking up if this was supposed to be a dream
The crisp and muddy smell of the wet earth
This familiarity, in me was at its dearth
I’d succumbed to the pureness of the ambiance
I had one question ticking- Am I in heaven?
Even if I was, I never wanted to let go of the sight
This place was too perfect, it was JUST right
I danced till infinite hours that were full of bliss
Its true, that one place we dream of in this world, does exist.