Reaching my hands so hard that my fingers bent Counting days till happiness And my finger lines are erased I finally grasp a fading light It’s a memory of olden times Swinging in the blue rusted swing In school’s playground, waiting For my parents to pick me up So I’ll show them my bruises And they’ll cheer me up with the boxes of juices
But it’s not enough so I reach out again I grasp a fading light It’s a memory of happy times Dancing in the monsoon rain With my brothers in the flooding streets With overflowing drains And coming home to slip under the warm blanket And pray for the rain to continue But the school was never skipped, the sky always turned blue
However it’s not enough so I must reach out again to grasp a fading light It’s a memory of good ol’ times Standing beneath the shady tree, cursing out names Me with my rather competitive friends Throwing jabs and insults but taking it in all fun and games And the cruel school times diluted by the spirit Of carelessness, nonchalance and adolescence When the handholds of hours were actually for a minute
But why isn’t in enough, I can’t reach out anymore My feet are twisted, my arms are broken, I can’t do this no more But I run, one step turned into a hundred Breezing through all these fading lights To find the one, the dearest to mine
Is it my mother kissing my forehead? Is it the whisper that made a poet? Or the family trips with my brothers and cousins? Or the foolishness with friends without repercussions? No they’re not them, not the movies nor my video games I run, I run, I run but it’s all the same I can’t find the one Not the stories I created in my wandering head Not the pleasures of life, nothing lies ahead
It’s not enough, I can’t reach out anymore No amount of those fading lights Can return back the fading lights in my eyes As I lay bleeding in the middle of a road I can’t reach out anymore I can’t reach out anymore I can’t anymore
I recall those days I ran after the walking moon Dreamt to be carried on the wings of a fairy Gazing at every little thing with amazement Admiring the wind's beautiful melody Filled with curiosity and expectations Fearlessly danced through the rain With just one thought in mind Being happy was my only goal But as time goes by The ageing crystal rain melts away alongside my cherished childhood
My love is complex A part of it's real A part of it's imaginary When we are together Walk hand in hand In a boulevard Hide behind a tree Lock our lips See deep in the eyes Butterflies in the heart It's the real part of my love When we are separate apart In our homes Across the street Neither WhatsApp Nor tweet Lying in bed Can't sleep An iota of memory Of real part of my love Gives sweet pain In my heart Clasping pillow in my arms Roll to and fro in my bed Kiss and cuddle her In my imagination It's the imaginary part of my love My love is complex Real plus iota real!
Drawn on analogy of complex numbers, x+iy, where x and y real numbers, i the iota denoting imaginary part.
The controller in my hand. The power of life and death In my fingers. An imaginary world: Somehow more brutal than this; Somehow more entrancing than this. Somehow, somehow. A minute gone, An hour, A day. A lifetime Wasted. Or enjoyed?
Virtual friends Living virtual lives. Scared to open the shutters, Scared of the sunlight. Smoke hangs in the air; A nourishing vapour. Until, (Despite best efforts) Reality becomes a backseat driver Lurking in the background Impossible to ignore.
We've sailed cerulean seas to pastel shores, Known only to the glorious few, We have disembarked, ready to explore, As our lone ship waits slumbering in view of the glorious bay. Light paints daybreak across the sky. We see the rising sun through imagined jungle—and hesitate: The image lingers, but it must be done, Eyes close. Toward the interior we turn remembering, and hoping to return.