I'm often reminiscent of times,
When my grandpa used to
Take me out on his bicycle,
We were just roaming around
His tunes always left me spellbound.
But it was so pure
He was one of those people for whom
Money held no allure
He was a man of passion and music,
He was a poet
But I didn't know it
He gave, not just with his words
But also his soul,
Even when he didn't have much control.
I would always ask him for a candy
I remember once he even gave me a sip of brandy
He never said no to me asking for a toy
He often considered me his blue-eyed boy
He would stop all his work and writing
Just to play with me outside,
Whether clear skies or lightning
Now that he's no more
I miss him and the lessons he tried to instil within me
But more than that
I often miss that genuine connection
With someone who understood so much,
But still cared enough to smile and laugh along
The man with a golden touch
With him, I was happy as the day is long.
The world will be a much better place
If we all could learn to live our life
With his grace.

Sometimes I wonder if u ever miss me...
Like when u are doing something that i like, do u wish I was there with u just so that u could see me smile?
Or when u are having a happy moment, do u wish I was there to share it with u?
Or when u do something funny, do u wish I was there to laugh with u?
Or when u go back home after a hectic day, do u wish I was there to cuddle with u while u told me about it?
Or when u are going through a hard time, do u wish I was there to help u get over with the day?
Or when u miss the way I smell, do u wish I was there to give u a tight hug?
Or when u are with all ur friends but u are still feeling empty, do u wish I was there to make u feel complete?
Or when u not feeling well, do you wish I was there to take care of u?
All this really makes me wonder if u miss me
coz i always wish u were here with me

"I love you" doesn't happen to me
does it feel real when it happens to you?
Is it honest, without any trade?
You should doubt it, expect it to fade.

How did I get here, is that what you're thinking?
It took some time, much turmoil, sinking,
I tried to cling on, I hoped, I tried,
I cried and I cried and I cried and I cried.

Now sunk.
I look.
Out there I wonder,  I think "are there others?"
Flawed and lost with strangers for brothers,
not convinced not believing
that they, the true them, are worth receiving
truthful love, a bond, safe space,
we are filled with doubt, no more brave face.

Whenever the clock

strikes you'll feel the vibration –


how much I miss you.

It is a feeling that hurts,
More than a heartbreak;
Impermanence it asserts.

The connection never ceased;
As the plant that has dried now,
Its seed was pure love.

Fragile as its leaves were,
It carried a bond impermeable;
Hence still seems near.

Forgiveness is the glue,
To fill in the cracks;
As the purpose is to renew.

I always wonder why by the end of the month
Every smell changes like seasons fall into place
How today would smell sappy and fresh
But tomorrow it’ll be sugary and sweet

Once, I saw you changing it
I asked why you do that
You smiled and handed it to me as I sniff it,
“Nothing really lasts long.”

Whenever I get a sniff of this it reminds me of that place
I’d always go at the back seat or beside you
But now you’re gone it’s never the same
For I never experienced being beside you again

Now, I get why you change it every month,
For even the pleasant smell of an air freshener is temporary,
Despite of its strong and rich scent
There’ll be a time it needs to be replaced

Soft and musky
Clean and cool
Mild and delicate
The scents you always loved

So as I change my car freshener,
I still wonder,
If you were here by my side,
Would you be the one to change it every end of the month?