Be.

June 19, 2013 § 15 Comments

Be my beloved
Be my winter sun
Be my warm night
And my personal melody.

Be my blue orchid
Be my favourite Floyd song
Be my moment of joy
And the tattoo on my nape.

Be my paranoid jealousy
Be the fragrance of my skin
Be my lingering thought
And the stream of conscious ocean.

Be my everything
Be my nothing
Be my sunburned flesh
And my moment.

Be these words fed to me
And then, fade away
Be the heartbreaker
And don’t come back.

Let me search for my meaning
Search for my self
And discover on my own
That I am my omniverse.

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Time.

May 30, 2013 § 12 Comments

It was a bright sunny afternoon in Delhi when they met at one of these fancy malls that sell overpriced pints of beer and food that has unpronounceable names.

She was scared. She hadn’t met him before except at the workshop they did together where all they did was exchange pleasantries and later their phone numbers. And she hadn’t gone out with a guy three years younger to her. Ever. But life is all about taking chances. She took her, and fixed a meeting.

One glance at his face, and she knew that things won’t be the same for her. The curly hair on his head and the sly smile on his face made her heart skip a beat. He extended his arm for a hug and she melted.

Three and a half hours later, they’d eaten, bought books, discussed philosophy; he had read poetry to her, made her swoon, introduced her to Pink Floyd and neither of them could fathom how quickly the time passed.

She was right. Her life hasn’t been the same since then. Two and a half years, lots of discussions, pints of beer, more fancy restaurants, packs of cigarettes, all the crazy music, and Buddha happened.

All because they made their choice: the choice to not hold back from the other, the choice to spend time with each other.

Free-II.

January 20, 2013 § 21 Comments

I slit my wrist, tear out my nail and burn the lamp.

I melt my flesh, swallow my tears and turn em into words.

I pierce my soul, dip in my finger and write.

 

The winds blow out the lamp.

The tears murder the words.

The soul dissolves.

 

But, i am indestructible.

Am i not the one who is free?

Numbers.

October 25, 2012 § 22 Comments

Trillions of decisions taken
A hundred thousand roads crossed
Lakhs of emotions felt
Hundreds of long nights
Tens of kisses
Two people
One feeling.

Books.

October 5, 2012 § 15 Comments

I shall die before i read
even one percent of the
books written.The words
that come out
of your mouth and
all the times you quote
satiates me.
They should be enough
to last me a lifetime.

Yet, i bought an
Oscar Wilde book today.

 

 

 

Mist.

August 26, 2012 § 44 Comments

I’ve felt the mist
after the shower’s lifted.
I’ve seen the world
from a foggy perception.
But i just want to see you
for who you are.
Not for who you want
me to see you as.
Irrespective of the time
it takes to clear the glass.

Coin.

August 17, 2012 § 20 Comments

He was her favourite coin.
The world thought its rusty and
old and unworthy.
But she carried it everywhere
she went. Just touching it made
her feel beautiful and relieved her pain.
She’d kiss it and come back to
life.

Until one day she had to give it up
in exchange of a few seconds of breath
to live more, to this fucked world
that lies awake every night on the
broken streets.

 

 

 

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