March 5, 2014 § 8 Comments
I never wanted you to be
Just another heartache
Another broken promise
While i am constantly trying to get to you
When others have said i ask too much
You see i just want to be heard
But tears sting my eyes
Seeing how we connect,
Yet we’re so distant
And i wonder
Will you turn into an automation
Smiling and carrying on
While your heart yearns to reach out
Or is it just me over thinking, again
While you’re living your happy-go-lucky life
How would i know what the real-side is
Now that you’re faraway and unreachable.
September 7, 2013 § 11 Comments
i wonder if this
quiet wind that stirs
the leaves travels to
you, oceans apart,
on this moonlit night.
if it carries my scent
and makes you smile
as you sense it.
the space between us will
slowly diminish if you share
the stars with me tonight;
the only reality we
may see for sometime.
September 4, 2013 § 4 Comments
For you and your touch
and those long nights we
deserve to have together.
For all the times you’d run
your fingers into my long,
brown hair. Looking at
me with those love-stung
For all the songs you’ll sing
for me, when i am mad at you.
Coz you shouted at me. Or
i am just PMS-ing.
For all those bottles of wine
we’d drink. To celebrate the
smallest things in life.
For the times you’ll tell
me how much i mean to you,
and how much you love
me. While you mean it.
For the times you’d read poetry
to me in bed. Sufi poetry. And
it’ll give me goosebumps.
For the early morning kiss
and the urge to have more
of each other. For the satin sheets, and the
All of it. Just so that
i can melt in your arms.
March 23, 2013 § 11 Comments
If I give up, things will come right,
so they say.
If I tell you that I have given up on you.
If in response you rush joyfully into the distance.
If I turn my head to hide my tears.
If I walk away, quietly.
If I walk long enough, to a far distant place.
If it doesn’t work and I find I am truly alone.
If I relinquish my ego to the heavens
but they return it back to me.
If the heavens decide I need it in order to do my work.
If I ask ‘Where is the way?’ and look
among the houses to find a Teacher
who’d help me find Way.
If it doesn’t work and the teacher is already
gone to find his own path.
If he only left me a book and it doesn’t
contain the way to the Way.
If it turns out that this is the Way
and I am already on it.
If the Way leads me to a thousand different
houses, and each house has a piece of puzzle.
If once I find a piece, I must move to another house.
If some of the people from the houses follow me.
If I become a teacher, incomplete as I am.
If letting people call me a teacher is a shameful piece of egotism.
If I am always a student, deep down.
If only all the pieces were in one house, I could
sit and build that house
and invite everyone over.
If I built the house anyway, everyone can
bring their pieces.
If I’m not strong enough to build the house, I
can build a room of my own.
If everyone comes and adds to it,
it’d turn into a b’ful room.
If that house is like the house of Wikipedia.
If there are still pieces missing we can make them
ourselves, or just enjoy the puzzle.
If it doesn’t work and the puzzle has an enormous hole in it.
If I get scared and unsure looking at what’ve we done.
If I go back to the road and the search,
away from the people and the hole-d house.
If you would walk beside me, it might be nicer.
If you would walk beside me, each of us might be less lonely.
If you’ve got some of the puzzle pieces, even better.
If you’d give me your pieces, there might be no hole in the house.
If you are walking beside me now, but my ego is blocking my senses.
If you’re talking to me now, and I’m too deaf to hear you.
If you’re looking at me, but I am blinded.
If you’re holding out the pieces, and I don’t take them.
If you want to swap them, for something even more precious I am holding on to.
Photo credits : A Pensive Polaroid.
March 16, 2013 § 13 Comments
The night you faced the
sea frightened me more
than anything in life.
You stood and screamed as if
you were unafraid. As if you
were indifferent to the life
that gushed out of you.
Words dribbled out of your
mouth but mostly i could hear
you fighting against the
waves as they were carrying you
away from me.
I called for you to come back,
the voice trapped inside my head.
I knew that i would be drowned in
the waves and the gushing sea
but i kept calling out. It felt like
someone had lightened me up.
Maybe one day when i have
learnt how to swim the depths
of your ocean, i could do more
than to call you out from the shore.