I have ten minutes to write this poem
I spare myself ten minutes
Every morning before I leave
Ten minutes to try and just breathe

Ten minutes act like they’re in a race
The one hundred metre sprint
They’re winning, it’s clear to me
They want to escape my life, as fast as they can be

With five minutes to go I look around for inspiration
The cold cup of tea on the table
Winks at me for validation
I remember and drink it til it’s empty

Four minutes to go
Til I become the cup of tea
Desperately urging to evaporate
Silently waiting til one of them drinks me

Lucky me I have two minutes to spare
I’ll finish this poem
I’ll grab my keys, put on my shoes
Arrive at my destination and pretend to care

who put the brakes on
who paused the healing process
paused it to make a quick cuppa
cuppa was never made

shoved in the back of my mind
it’s all piling in
crammed in every crevice
out of my eyes, it spills

that’s an improvement i guess
although i just see it as a loss
control spilling out
whatever is left, i don’t want

how long til my only desire changes
to become tiny and hide away
it’s getting old now
but it’s the only thought that stays

क्षणभर विश्रांती चा विचार केला की आठवणींची चाहुल मात्र लुडबुड करायाला लागते
जनू खुप काळ निघुन गेला पण आठवण मात्र तशीच राहते, दडलेल एक पखरू मनातलं तसच मनात वावरत आहे
आठवणींचे क्षण मात्र उमलू लागले आहेत आणी भेटण्यासाठी अततुरतेने वाट पाहत आहेत
कळत नाही कसे सांगावे मनाला त्या क्षणभर विश्रांतीला आराम तरी कासा द्यावा
क्षण असा यावा की नुक्ताच भेटुन खुप आनंद वाटावा, त्याचा हसरा चेहरा बघूनी मन आनंदाने फुलावे
नजरेचा प्रत्येक तो अनमोल क्षण सरळ चेहरावर हस्य बनुन यावे
यावे हे क्षण लवकरच ज्याने तुला पाहुनी मनाची आसना उमलावी क्षणातच

मन माझे अतूर झाले बोल तुझे ऐकण्यासाठी,
का शरीर थकुनही मन मात्र थके ना ...

रुंणगुणनारे गीत तुझे एकूनी  रोज मी उठते,
स्पर्श तुझा घेता मनी ते माझ्या रुजुनी जाते ...

ये ना सख्या लवकर बघ मी आले,
तोच किनारा तोच समुद्र जणू आपलीच वाट पाहत आहे ...

दाटून आले क्षण असे फक्त तुझे नी माझे,
सांगते मला हरवुनी जावे तुझ्यात कोवळे हे मन माझे ...

सूर तूझे जुळले असे  
मनी माझ्या रमले असे
ताल तू घेता स्वर हि आले धावून
आवाजाने तुझ्या मीच गेल गुंगून

When his eyes raised questions
I left with no more answers
He traced for my essence
Even when I was never with him

Calming was his heart
Every second he whispered my name
Doesn't look he forgot me
Even I wasn't with him

Such felt forever when
I met him after a long time
Doesn't he changed his love for me
Even I left him

My silence drove his instincts
I casually narrated him
but before he concluded anything
This time his silence told me one thing
" Will you be ever with me, Don't leave me
with an excuse  "

empty as an unlit bulb
with no lamp shade
lonely in the centre of the room
overlooked

good days
bitter sweet
but you know
it’s merely a treat

head in a bad place
buried in the sand
deflated balloon
tasted so bland

gaze into the distance
stare at the stillness
glance at your feet
just take a seat

try good thoughts
on the bad days
breathe just a little bit deeper
collapse and feel the rays

stare at the sky
and just try
try to connect

why do we stare at the clouds
imagining our dead relatives can see us
who fed us that lie
is that why I always stare at the sky

don’t read your book of mindfulness
lift the quilt
tuck every hair
can’t see me?
like you care

you never see it in her eyes
the discomforting shadow
who rests beneath the disguise

prop her up with bamboo
like a limp old flower
so she seems shiny and new

babbling to those who don’t care
and to those who do,
she will not share

reliving in flashes
disturbed by each sting
her heart has turned to ashes
unable to forget anything

as she clutches the wooden bench
she doesn’t feel the splinter
but it doesn’t quite compare
to the pain she felt that winter

Exhaustion seeps out of my sockets
Backed into a corner
Pinned to the wall by pain
Sorrow clouds the room as it starts to rain

Take me to the roof top
Stay here just for comfort
Delay the desertion  
If you need me
I’ll be sleeping

Cross the road
Hand in hand
Fingernails digging in
Suffering locked to my skin

I’ll be the messenger
Tell every single part of me
Your agenda today is
To bury yourself and bleed