A meeting 

Coincidental, was it destiny?

I don't know ...

For life we swore 

To be together

Did we see the future?

I don't know ....

But what we shared

And how we cared

The trust we built

The conversations we spared

Are etched in my brain

To this day

Long after you ,

Are gone

But how do I untangle this mess?

I don't know....

On my way to Hell

 On my way to Hell

On my visit to Earth

I met a girl

As bubbly as joyous was she

She filled her hearts with miniscule memories

Her job was to buy smiles

Smiles on the faces who had never tasted one

Though her honey brown eyes had another story 

A story that she wrote herself

In a journal so secret that she hid it in her heart

And locked it forever to throw the keys far apart

But I am lucky for I'm a devil

And have these tricks up my sleeve

Sneaking my way to her heart

Did I read her diary from the start

It said

"I'm a girl who loves birthdays

For that gives me an opportunity to do my job

Dancing is my passion and singing is something

That I would like to my profession.... no no

Singing is my compassion"

Leafing through her careful words did I turn the page

As it read

" I love this world,  not the real world

The realm of movies and music

Though I can't get there 

But I can live it 

Live it in my dreams, in my sleep

And escape this despotic rule of reality"

And then her writings trembled

A sign of fear in her handwriting swelled up

"I have nightmares,

It makes me feel lonely

As if I lose everyone around me

As if I'll always be this way,

Even though I like making friends

But then everything ends up like jerks

I don't want to feel like this"

As a tear drop started rolling through my eye

I scooped it off my cheek

And planted a the tear in her hear,

For it would have smudged the fragile red ink

But now there would be a tree

A tree full of happy memories in her heart

That she'll enjoy even though when I'm not in her heart

Moving forward to the next page did I realise

The pages from this part were very frail

And the ink very new

It read

"I lost you,

Was it my mistake or yours

I do not care, I was happy and I wanted to be

But then why did this happen

And only happen to me

This was my fear

And now it seems defeat

But I assure you my dear my life is still not complete"

The rest of the pages were filled with awkard silence

A silence she hated, something she confiscate

And then flipping the book closed

Did I lock it again, 

Only to leave the key that I found in her heart again

Hanging it on the tree of happiness

On the toppest branch so

It was out of reach of anyone who didn't try too hard

For such a soul needs a lot of affection to start

To start to believe again

To breathe and walk freely again,

Escaping her heart now I witnessed it was night.

I planted a kiss on her forehead

Did I bid her a goodnight

Only to turn back

On my way to Hell.

 

With eyes glued to her book

The zeal in her eyes matched 

The vibrant blue of the cover

Flipping the pages without expression

She did not portray any emotion

But just as her dangling earrings

Her eyes too followed a rhythm

A rhythm from the song of the heart

Did her journey as a protagonist really start

Then did she live 

A million lives

Lives she never thought she would ever

And experience every feeling

All the lows and highs

Cherishing every moment

As she breathed them and said goodbye.....

Negative

Negative 

In a room that's dark

But is lit with light of the colour of love

A place where memories develop

Clothlines hung across the room

In patterns ranging from checks to a spider's web

But not cloths hang on it

But negatives

The same negatives that keep

Moments alive

Long after we've lived them but

But so that we could live them once..... 

 

Do all the feelings have names

For sometimes the words don't fall out

Or I don't understand what I'm feeling

Empty or Full

Elated or dull

Ecstatic or Rue

I don't understand

Something inside me twitches, but I don't know what

Lonely is the self inside

For it itself doesn't company itself sometimes

Why does this happen

I don't understand

Beneath there is a volcano full of magma

But the elves calm it down

In the fear of stigma, tags and what not

For what will shower is just tears and not lava or dust

But why do I stop myself

I don't understand.

Clouds

 Clouds

No shapes 

Many sizes

Vivid colours, do they possess

The sky is their home

And wind their bus

They travel the earth

And quench the parched

Also do they provide shade

To the ones who are scorched

But then the notorious ones

Block my view 

My view of the stars

 

With arms and feet pointing in

the same direction

Laying up in the blanket of stars

Did we dose off

Only to meet again 

In our dreams

Where we talked to the stars

The whole night

Pointing at them, 

Playing with them

Laughing with them

And crying wirh them

But soon after

Did the rooster hoot

Snapped us out of the dream

In a way that

You saw me and I saw you.

Floccinaucinihilipilification

Floccinaucinihilipilification

Long sentences I make

But they don't make sense

For my sense is non - sense

Because people who have common sense

Don't take effort to make sense of what feels to me 

Just common sense . 

With you 

I shared my pillowtalk

With you

I shared my works

With you

 I shared my memory

A memory from a night

A night where in

The melodies of piano and the lyrics of Until I found you

Soothed our ears and 

The vision of the half yellow tinted moon 

Soothed our nights

And soon after that

We said each other goodnights.... 

Sleeptalk

 Sleeptalk

I,

I speak truth

Truth that no one has ever heard

For the ones who heard it don't exist in this realm

Because they stay in the realm of my dreams

But I am the bridge

Or better my words

For I 

Sleeptalk

Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope

Once there was a boy

A boy broken and shattered

With expectations and thoughts

Vortexes from which he couldn't escape,

So he hid himself in the dark

Wearing a cape.

But to every night there's

A Dawn 

And so walked a ray of sunshine

A fairy, who knew how to mend tales of thoughts

And so did she 

As she waved her wand of words 

And soon did they start showing their magic

As the boy's eyes glimmered with rays of hope

Showing him the beauty of life's

Kaleidoscope.