December 12, 2012 § 14 Comments

The letter she would write to him
The happy memories they were to create
The curtains she was to choose for their room
The wines they were to collect
The crystal bowls she was to love
The Bayern posters he was to adore
The saree she was to wear for their engagement
The quotes of marriage they were to laugh over
The unconditional love she was to recieve from his parents
The old, old dictionary his paa was to gift her
The home they were to build together.

In minutes it was gone.
Burnt to ashes by the fire they set on it.

Do you still see the memories we
have to make, when you look into my eyes?



November 7, 2012 § 17 Comments

I tried to stitch myself into
it, but nothing held.
I am okay. It’s just that before
felt like a million rainbows,
superimposed over each other.
And i linger, as if still waiting
for them to magically reappear.

It was this hour, just as early
darkness fell, that you would come
to me. With your clarity, and your
carefree-ness. Stepping into the
wall i’d built. Slowly. And steadily.

I am okay. It’s just that i have been
impatient. Very much. I thought
i knew everything you didn’t tell,
and understood everything you did.
And i believed things will be fine,
with time. Silly, silly girl.

What is can be as elusive as
what is not. Both beguile, and
neither stays. Or sticks. I am lost
in this transition.
From what we were, to what we
are, to what we will be.

It is winter here.
And unquiet.


October 19, 2012 § 30 Comments

Awakened with a broken heart
she doesn’t feel a thing:
the cool breeze, the rain that
falls harshly on the tin roof,
the lightning that gives her
a mini heart attack.

She only watches.
And she sees lingering darkness,
dark clouds in her skies.
Never will her heart be unbroken
Never will she fall in love again
Never will she embrace someone to bare her soul.



October 7, 2012 § 19 Comments

I. I am living a dream.

II. I bury myself in the dark. The Moon tells me i am a Moon-child. But i do not shimmer like the stars that reside in the galaxy. I am dull and clumsy. The strings of my heart have been pulled.

III. The hollow bones in my body rustle in the summer heat. I become a cave. I contain him in me. I can’t move without tampering his sanctity. Mountains build up on my shoulders, but i do not collapse. I choose to live.

IV. I have forgotten how i used to get goosebumps on my skin each time we touched. The frostbites that knock on my heart, remind me that i still remember to feel.

V. I am living a dream.


September 23, 2012 § 43 Comments

I think of you often
between random moments
and Alter Bridge music.

I miss your tantrums
as i check my postbox
for a cribb-y letter from you.

I wonder what went wrong
with us.
The moon was almost ours.

[I clicked this image on the night of the Supermoon 2012. Well, the camera was nice! :D]





September 4, 2012 § 53 Comments

With what’s left of my face after
you are finished with it,
your sun has melted it,
your shocks have scoured it,
your breath has scarred it,
your challenges have chiselled it,
you have ravaged it with your unspeakable ways.

With whatever skin i have
whatever still works in my eyes
whatever screams i have left
whatever thoughts i can retain
i will finally speak your name.

When you can see all of me
when you can hear all of me
when all the sad things no longer divide me from you
i will finally, at last, in ecstasy
speak your name
your unspeakable name.





August 20, 2012 § 35 Comments

Standing on the line that
divides my heart and my head
Numbed by doubt and anxiety
after nights of mind-fucking
Relieved to not feel the pain,
the cold
Longing to be released from
this utter sadness
Caught in a storm of thoughts
that lead me nowhere
Drowning in self-doubt
and confusion every night
And yet not drowning, so there
is scope to be inflicted again
The dreams become awful,
the shadows haunt me
I only feel myself sinking in
depths as i write this.




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