The silver sliver of a crescent moon
Cringes for its solitary state
Staring longingly into the city

The sky is black cardboard
With white shining holes
Like an old school light brite

Large white moths circle the lamps
Like little suicide bombers
While skeeters stalk and bite me

The night stills to the speed of silence
Even the shadows stand motionless
In fear of disrupting this peaceful repose

The long thin branches
Wave up and down
Saying good by
To that last good night
Light blue sky
Leave the leaves in the tree
Fluttering like spirit fingers

The night passes  
Like the old year
Bringing in
Singing friends
And baby rays of
Sunlight
Going from cool blues
And black skies
To lighter and warmer
Morning colors

I let these word run from my heart
Paraded by the emotions and tenderness
Thousand and thousands of hurts and pain
Million and millions of love and laughter

I trusted these words to guide my way
Gave them my blood and everthing
Their firmness stood for me when I crawled
Danced with them as they seduced my tongue

I hide in the rhythm and sequence of music
As they permeated my soul, the honesty shield
My voice faded in the unending river of essence
Overtune from a hidden spirit of the yesterday

I believed and these words healed my depths
Sunk in the icebox of caged coldness and loneliness
Memories evading craziness, condensed character
Barricades of conditions and illusionary dissolutions

The keyboard had eyes for me as I winked at it
On its reflection I saw my face, my body, my all
The rotated changes, the persistent difference
A simple kiss, a warm embrace, an extended thanks

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.

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

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

take a scalpel
to my emotionless face
cut me a new smile
an open wound that stings

razorblade grin

and as the blood
stains my skin
and
soaks
my work clothes

maybe
I'll believe
that I'm real
maybe
it will show me
how to feel

carve me a face
to make me
human

whatever
you want me
to be
as long
as it's not me