There are some days, the dullest kind.
When the sun doesn't shine on you.

The sun rays,
they don't enter your soul or your room.
And the sky appears all dark and gloom.

Those are the kind of days, darling.
When you have to smile.
All your broken pieces, you must align.
And create your own sunshine.


Sayali

This note is to you.
The you with swollen eyes,
the you with mascara dripped tears,
the you who has had a bad day,
the you who hasn't slept peacefully for nights,
the you who has lost hope.

I have read about Frida Kahlo and Helen Keller.
I have read the stories of these fierce women.
I don't know them, I've never met them.
But I've known you and met you,
And you are my hero.

Strong and unapologetic.
At the same time, elegant and true.

Don't you let anyone or anything
****** that title away from you.


Sayali

I wish you are wondering about me right now.
Because I sure as hell am.
You might be thinking I'm with someone else,
doing something cooler.
But instead, here I am making two cups of coffee.
I sit across the table drinking mine,
staring at the other, hoping someone would finish it.
I want that someone to be you.

I know there might be a million questions you want to ask me.
Yes, i hate physics.
No, I don't smoke like you used to.

I have a million questions for you too.
Do you love poetry as much as I do?
Are you a feminist like me?
Do you listen to Taylor Swift as much as I do?

There is a knot forming in my throat as I write this to you, but I gulp it down.
It feels like my heart has dropped down in my stomach.
I feel like running away from everything but I promise I won't.

I would be a mess if i don't meet you.
What a beautiful melody it would be if our heart strings intertwined.
How the light in your eyes will fill me with warmth and blush of your cheeks will colour my life.

Don't judge me yet,
Don't think we're not meant to be,
Because all I want to do is spend my life answering the questions that the wrinkles on your forehead ask.
And silencing your trembling lips.
And writing sonnets to the rhythm of your breath.  

And when we meet.
Our hearts will fit like a jigsaw puzzle,
And I'll be with you till the last piece of the puzzle fits in.

Sayali

I wish you are wondering about me right now.
Because I sure as hell am.
You might be thinking I'm with someone else,
doing something cooler.
But instead, here I am making two cups of coffee.
I sit across the table drinking mine,
staring at the other, hoping someone would finish it.
I want that someone to be you.

I know there might be a million questions you want to ask me.
Yes, i hate physics.
No, I don't smoke like you used to.

I have a million questions for you too.
Do you love poetry as much as I do?
Are you a feminist like me?
Do you listen to Beatles as much as I do?

There is a knot forming in my throat as I write this to you, but I gulp it down.
It feels like my heart has dropped down in my stomach.
I feel like running away from everything but I promise I won't.

I would be a mess if i don't meet you.
What a beautiful melody it would be if our heart strings intertwined.
How the light in your eyes will fill me with warmth and blush of your cheeks will colour my life.

Don't judge me yet,
Don't think we're not meant to be,
Because all I want to do is spend my life answering the questions that the wrinkles on your forehead ask.
And silencing your trembling lips.
And writing sonnets to the rhythm of your breath.  

And when we meet.
Our hearts will fit like a jigsaw puzzle,
And I'll be with you till the last piece of the puzzle fits in.