For a moment
I took a leap into the real world
to make connections
feeling affection
but soon enough
felt afloat
on superficial sea of emotions
I ran back to find solace
in the erratic lines
of poetry.
Neither life is straight
nor my poems
but at least I can see
my true reflections
in the poetic aberrations.

Enclosed mind is messing up
the emotional wires
entangled between love and not love
ambitions, expectations and happiness
victim of brain as well as heart.
Once you have loved
love will never leave you.
Between right and wrong
the true and false,
my heart is falling apart
ripping my brain off,
losing soul, blood and pain
making me all numb.
How hard I am trying
to remain in the box
but mixed emotions
making a curry like a medicine
intended to cure me
but instead making me sick.
I am somewhere in between
love and not so love
giving up and holding in
between life and not living.

All it takes is to start.
To open a notebook
To pick up a pen
To read the first line
Trying hard as you can
To let go that mobile
To look at the page's pile
To stop staring the clock
Shaking brain to unlock
The anxiety, to clear
Pacing up and down in fear.
Always feeling left behind
Fear of failure creeping the mind.
Then you stop and shout aloud
I'll not quit and make myself proud
Because all it takes is to start
And I'll finish, I cross my heart.

If I could've a wish right now
I would wish for a big lush tree
have a big strawberry candy
underneath its shade think all day
"that cloud looks so like a sundae".

I still remember the day
sitting idle in the lab mundane
Smell of acid although causing pain
But i was still taking in,
like a toxic gain.
And then she came in
like a soft gush of wind
sat beside me
saw me all strained.
I asked
why people leave
without giving reason
and I poured my heart out
like a kid with a toy broken.
I was inconsolable
as if I saw death of a closed one.
and that closed one was my heart
deep inside it was fallen apart.
And then she told
me a hard truth
how she loved her mom
who left part way
without witnessing her triumphs
her chosen love and all fame .
How she all wanted was to gift her a saree
and take her to a restaurant to feast fancily.
I looked into her eyes
and she into mine
we both lost a part
of our hearts
and we together washed away
the pains filled deep inside
I was crying over a lost love
and she over a lost soul
and I wondered
whether my pain was even worth despair
we walked through our pain
while finding life all regained.