I’m sorry I loved you like that,
like my soul already knew you.

Not just the magnetic force of you,
but every version you buried:
the boy who flinched,
the man who ran,
the heart that never thought it was worth staying for.

I saw it all,
the shadows, the fractures,
the beautiful, broken mess of you.
And I loved you anyway.

I’m sorry I loved you
the way I did,
with everything,
when you were only ever half-open.
I’m sorry for the love
your hands weren’t
steady enough to hold.
I’m sorry I still carry it,
fiercely, quietly,
like it has no expiration date.

The space between us
echoes.

The sound traverses the heavens,
and returns to me
in hell.

A lost note,
waiting for twin lips to hum its tune.

A grand spectacle
of feelings that are lost
in the Lethe.

The river now at my feet,
a remedy to the heat you cast upon me.

The only oasis
offered to me
is oblivion.

I drink it in,
swallow the bitterness,
until your name
goes numb on my tongue.

Moon & Rain

A boy gazes at the moon.
Suddenly, he imagines her 
the way she’d step onto the terrace,
Letting her hair fall through her fingers

As the memory drifts,
he recalls how he once saw her as the moon.
Likewise,
she saw him as the rain.

Though he was life 
soft, cleansing, gentle 
she called him bad weather,
and brought an umbrella.

He/rain could fall on everything:
rooftops, rivers, roses in bloom 
but never on her.
(Even though she stood on the rooftop to begin with.)

Rain was never meant
to touch the moon.
*She was never his to begin with

I guess now, the night we met is just a memory—
    a self-portrait without ****** features,
Only streaks where tears once ran, as the image
   is so blurry, but I still see myself
Running back to you… too easily.

It’s such a sad picture— an enigma, half-painted
   with eager thoughts quietly bleeding
Into the ink of doubt, each brushstroke pulling me
   further from the truth I never wanted to name
Now it just hangs… so awkwardly crooked

You left me walking alone in this gallery
           of only terrible memories.

The rose I threw into the wind blossomed into a field full of them.
The ghost of you still drapes itself over my hear.
Seeing you today fed not only my eyes, but ensnared my soul.
The sight of you was verily breathtaking, as if air itself conspired to remind me of your awe.

मन भरून आले तुला पाहून,
आठवण येत होती तुझी.
तुला सांगायचं गेले राहून
मनातली गोड भावना माझी.

सुंदर दिसत होतीस तू,
नेहेमीसारखीच हसत होतीस,
पण तुझ्या हसण्याचा आनंद तू
मला मिळून देत नव्हतीस.

खूप समजावलं मी मनाला माझ्या –
नको तिची आठवण काढूस,
आठवणींच्या पेटाऱ्याला तुझ्या
पाहून नको अश्रू गाळूस.

पण तरीही, कधीतरी दार वाजल्यावर
तू भेटायला आलीयस असं वाटतं,
दारात कोणी तरी दुसराच दिसल्यावर
मन पुन्हा एकदा तुटतं.

वाट पाहिलेली तिजी मी,
पण ती नाही आली
खिडकीत दिसलेली ती शेवटची,
परत दिसलीदेखील नाही

कित्तीएक वर्षं गेली आता,
आता गेलाय खूप काळ
तिच्या आठवणींचा मात्र,
मी केलाय सांभाळ

कुठे असेल आत्ता ती?
ह्या प्रश्नानं दिला त्रास
चेहऱ्यावर आहे हसू,
पण आतून आहे मी उदास

विचारलेलं तिच्याबद्दल,
चौकशी खूप केलेली
कुणास ठाऊक, कुठल्या शहरात,
होती ती हरवलेली

तिच्या आठवणीने खूप त्रासलोय,
नाही मला सुचत काही
म्हणूनच कदाचित परत विचारतोय —
कुठे असेल आत्ता ती??

i don’t know
why i allow
you to step
into my life.

i’ve fought
so long
for peace—

you walk right in
like you’ve got
the right.

you got me
feeling stuck
in place.
i waived the flag,
called a truce—

but instead of
stillness,
you chose
the chase.

what do you want,
anyway?

i spent so long
trying to figure it out—

but it’s still
the same lines
on a different day.

i don’t know
why i let you
circle back
again,

when all you do
is skirt the truth
and keep me
in your game.

I am so truly lost in a haze.
I tried with all my heart to love,
But all I’m met with is a lonely gaze.
It just wasn’t enough.

I’m drowning in the waves of a sea.
I’d created this sea of emotions.
Locked away and lost the key.
Now I watch as it consumes me.

Gazing at the moon above,
I see the scars over it.
And start to wonder where I messed up?
Yet, the moon maintained brightly lit.

The garden I called home met a flame,
And now I’ll be to blame.