She breathes softly,
on the
window pane

leaning against
the hard glass

her eyes
moving,
with the
flickering,
street lamps.

She notices him
again

like every other day,

moving,
ever so swiftly
braving along,
the cold winds
rushing past

his hair,
slightly covering
his deformed
ears.

Her fingers feels
numb,
against the
hardened glass

she falls
down,
sobbing
tears with guilt.

She places her
forehead,
against the
cold glass

feeling herself with him.

The church bell,
chimes

sobbing harder
silently making,
a prayer
for,
her son.

The street lamps,
flickering
yet,
again with a
warm glow,
surrounding
itself.

The old woman,
making her way
along,
with him.

He stands,
looking above
where
she,
had left.

The church bells,
chimes

striking twelve
midnight.

It's Christmas already,
says the
old woman,
dragging him with
her,

just like thousands,
of others
braving through
the freezing
cold,
on one
Christmas eve.

I wish that  

i
       would
                         stop
                                
                                   s i n k i n g


down to your
empty promises.

dreamt of watching
the whole world with
you.

little did I know
in your head
i was      n
                    o         t
          h          i              n
                         ­    g

love feels wonderful.
it pains when everything ends.
but,
       you do
                   find
                         yourself
                                       again.

Fingers touch
eyes dilating

he moves closer.

One last kiss
long but sweet.

I move away
with memories.

hi i feel like                                                    
a part of me has
sunken for couple of months.
sometimes i try to sleep
late at night, staring
into my dead computer screen
hoping for some kind of instant
fizz from my fingers to type furiously.
otherwise, it's all just one liners broken
off with a dead-end. i feel like i've been
stuck in a rut for far too long. trying to
get back into writing and hoping to
say a hey, hi, hello to the writer in myself
some time soon.

loved     -    y o u       -    kissed      
                                  
                             &

                       cried for  
                            you
                            too.­

you took my heart
said you'll return it
but,
gave it to one
with a different name
than me.

i
wanna
tell
you
how
much
                  i miss you.

you taught me
how to look
at things beautifully.
and you've called
me that too a number
of times.
       &
then one
day you left
me all alone.
since I was no
longer y o u r
type of beautiful.

if dreams were real
like they said.

wouldn’t you
   meet me?
                                                        
under                               *    
                                   *      *     *     *      *
                                   *         the      *   *
                          *      *      *          *    *      ­
                                    *        eiffel         *     *  
                          *             *           *             *       *
                        *       *          t o w e r         *         *
                       *    *      *      *        *        *          *     *
                              *    where lovers meet.

they say friends are forever
the older you turn, that can differ

they say memories are meant to stay
truth is, a lot of us change along the way

they say family is meant to last through thick and thin
but, friends can always turn into chosen kin

they say, life is easy once you have it figured
the older you become, life becomes more of a jigsaw to fix.

can't

seem

to
get
rid
of
this
empty
feeling you created.
          -  maybe i shouldn't have met you.

cigarette butts on the ash tray.
a bouquet of white roses
neatly tied together with a note
stuck that read, sorry in a sloppy
cursive way. resting on the
on the chair like it was given
couple of hours ago. paintings of
their love hung on cream colored walls.

Alone,
legs tangled
our noses
almost touching.

We smile at each other
touching,
one last time

before every little
detail of us gets
snatched,
by someone else

the quilt beneath us
our heads touching,

we silently make our
last goodbyes,
before,

another year
makes us away
from each other.

Alone,
legs tangled
making magic,
the last time
ever.

i
want
to hear
stories
of yourself.

what are
you inspired by?

how were you like
five years ago?

what's the best
thing about life?

feed
me with
realness.

As the city lights glows,
with each hour passing by
she finds her life ticking away.

The blues and red
tinges trying to shadow each other,
she looks at it with a
strange mixture of happiness and guilt

She reaches her hand towards,
the neatly stuck polaroid
on the window pane.

Clutching it tightly,
on her chest
silently sobbing.

As the city lights glows,
she sleeps on the carpeted floor

often sipping on glasses of wine
with each hour ticking away.

i want to feel
how tomorrow
feels like without
you. but every s i n g l e  time
you make your
way into my
thoughts
and
all i'm left
with is wondering
"hey, how are you?"

Fingers touch
eyes dilating
smiling more

he moves closer

one last kiss,
long but sweet.

I move away
with memories.

I learnt to

love
myself

after you’ve gone.

                                   &

 that’s one of the best things

            
                                 I’ve felt in
                                    a while.

11:58

your birthday
is away by two
silent minutes

11:59

I want to
wish you. I really do.
there's this hurt
which makes me
doubt everything
which has happened.

12:00
12:01
12:02
12:03

keeping all
the pain aside
I breathe slowly.

s l o w l y typing the
letters.

the only
thing which

    she
       needed
           to hear
      was
   the

voice which spoke
inside of
                              h
                                  e
                            ­   r

                              h  
                                  e
                            ­         a
                                   d.

she
was                                                          ­                                          
                      ­                                      g.                                       the entire
                         d.                           n.                                             time.
                             r.                     i.                                                  
                                  o.          n.                ­                                    yet you
                                        w.                   ­                                        never did
                                                             ­                                          realize
                                                                ­                    
                                                                ­                                        how she
                                                             ­                                           f e l t  the
                                                          ­                                             entire time.
               
                                
  .

she sits at the
back row of class. can you lov...

can you still love her?
the curly haired girl
who wears thick
black glasses. the one
with the dusky skin tone.
she doesn't have the
perfect thigh gap nor
does she fill her pores
with expensive makeup.
her friends are not the coolest.
reading and doodling are her
fav hobbies. would you still
be around her?
also she was never
popular like your gal pals.

can you
still love her?

he reminds me
of sunshine bottled
up in a jar.

the furthest i’ve
fallen

was probably
trying to c - a - t- c- h
that bit of warmth.

when bottled up jars

once tightly shut
never opens.

shh.
it hurts.

but stay
still.

                  
     ^^^
   /      \
/           \           ^^^
d           p         /       \
    r    o           /          \                 ^^^^                                &    the pain
                      d             p            /          \               it goes.         disappears.
                          r    o       ­         d              p                                        ­      
                                                        r ­  o

I want to
love you.
really really
do. rather you
keep  
pushing            me                a w a y.

it was love.

we laughed
we touched. 
we held hands
we made love
we had sweet kisses.
we spoke of beautiful things
we saw each other at our
              w o r s t


where’s that feeling now? 

                                                       we’ve become strangers
                                                       too fast 
                                                       a little too soon.

                                                       we hardly talk. 

it was love
a really beautiful
one.

you told me you'll
w
     a
         i
             t

              and i did. i waited for you.
              but maybe i  was not your type.
              and,
                        day
                                              after,
           ­             day
                                               after,
                        day

                   you broke my heart. and then you went
                   just like how others did.

that the promises that you sugar-coated
would build up like lava
and when it erupts, certain
things did hurt.

the words you used
made my heart skip everyday.
or how at a point of time, you seemed
much more important
than the rest.

the day you went off
with someone else. it was
all too hard to absorb. i had
one too many breakdowns.
or my heart was crushed.

i wish you'd known, how much
you meant to me at a point of time.

hey stranger.

so is this what
the dreaded feeling
gets described like?
from best friends
then two individuals
who've stuck with
each other from every
heartbreak
fight
move out's
um.
even grad.

hey stranger.
we're much older
stuck in a more
complicated version
of 'me' than ever before.

hey stranger.
so is this what
drifting away feels like?

everyday i stare
into the screen

hoping words
spill out from
my head

it seems to all
stay within
I don't know
the reason why.

my fingertips feel
numb from pressing
on the same k-e-y-s

everyday i stare
into the screen

my
words

                  l                     g                 to make sense.
  i         l          i      n
      p
s