Sin.

April 29, 2013 § 23 Comments

When the roof in a room leaks
somewhere a poem is written
out of longing, despair or helplessness.

But there will be no rain tonight.
The moon spreads through her window
tonight and covers her in sin.

Life.

April 27, 2013 § 18 Comments

The words will never
come out of my mouth. I
assure you.
I’ve tried enough to make
you understand. You,
do NOT want to. I realise.

That’s how it ends then,
i guess. That’s how a life
form is killed and burnt
even before it can open its
eyes and look at the ugly
world, amazed.

They tell me to move on
with life. What life, again?

dance with his father.

April 25, 2013 § 12 Comments

As a kid he was
naive and innocent
and nerdy and alone.
He chose his own company
o’er everyone else.
The books, the music,
the magazines, the cartoons;
amused him.

And then he grew up.

He now only remembers his
fathers gentle laughter
and, the way he carried
him in his arms.
He remembers how the
sunshine poured lazy rays
upon untainted walls.
And how they watched
The Lion King together
mouthing dialogues.

But mostly he remembers
how he danced with his father.

Dance with my father

On Puberty.

April 23, 2013 § 22 Comments

Immanuel Kant believed that we humans, because we are so emotionally complex, go through two puberties in life. The first puberty is when our bodies become mature enough for sex; the second puberty is when our minds become mature enough for sex. The two events can be separated by many, many years. Perhaps our emotional maturity comes to us only through the experiences and lessons of our youthful romantic failures. Maybe we all need to go through the anguish and errors of a first puberty, before we can ascend into the second one.

~commitment, elizabeth gilbert.

The colorful abyss.

April 20, 2013 § 13 Comments

She enters the crowded room. You
see her lean body covered under
layers of clothes. Clumsily, she
makes some disruption in the otherwise
pre-occupied room. She finds the
closest seat to become a part of
the incognito within the space of
the surrounding room.

You see her frantic eye
scanning the faces around her. Her
eyes meet yours. Unspoken thoughts
make a chapter of a few unrequited
words as the sparks fly.

You offer her an embrace that peels
through every layer of bulky textile
to the delicate small of her quivering
back. It sends a shiver down your spine.

She looks deep into your eyes and
you wish you were the
kohl in her eyes. You crave to touch
her hair and run your bare palms
over silken skin.

You’re lost in your own brazen thoughts
when he walks into the room and
kisses her on the mouth. You notice she’s kissing him back
with her entire body. You sigh.

They walk out of the room together, his
arm around her waist. She drops a
note near your chair.

“You’ve drowned. In the colorful abyss.”, it read.

P.S. This post has been written for Ashwini. You, inspire me, mate. Thank you. 🙂

Mirror.

April 18, 2013 § 6 Comments

I have no preconceptions
anymore. I am blanked.
I swallow all that comes
in my way, without disliking
or loving anything. Without
judging. Unmisted.
I don’t lie. I ain’t truthful.
I reflect.

Sometimes i am a strong woman
with golden brown hair, at
times i am as fragile as a new
born. But mostly, i am
silver. I don’t shine. I
don’t contain. I, just am.

I am a mirror.
Do you see your self
in me?

Untitled- VI.

April 16, 2013 § 11 Comments

If I open the leaves of my heart

will you browse through the

chapters I have compiled?

Will you scan the font, the

pattern; or just read through

the lines nonchalantly?

Will you accept the begs

of my borrows, and the

loss of tomorrows?

Will you look underneath the

tales of deception and

misconception that I’ve spun?

Will you read me kindly

or act manly and rush

through me?

If I let you peruse the pages

of my life, will you care and

stay the night?

 The Final Cut.

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