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. 

Missing a Train

 Missing a Train 

Bidding you a bye

Not a good one nor a bad one

Just a bye

As the glass door separated us two

What met where only our fingertips

Through the glass door

Where it should've been

The air that was to be exchanged

 

The Future ie so scary

The reality hits differently

Like at the back of the head

With a rubber padded mallet

So that it doesn't make any sound

While delivering the blow

The opportunities seem grim and scarce

And nothing seems to last

Every last bit seems to crumple

It's as if the apocalypse is going to unfold in the next few moments

But we can't live in the past or future

We can learn and speculate

For the present is a verb

An action that has to be taken

And if one believes in actions

They change situations 

Caution to be taken care of is 

That it maybe sooner or later

But being in this desert of thoughts makes one wiser

And if everything is going to change again

And this time for good 

if it does then,

Is the future really scary?

Biryani

 Biryani

A mystical mix

Of meat and rice

Flavoured and garnished with every spice

Feels like heaven in every slice

Fragrance so delicious

It makes one malicious

For not to share this tasty treasure

But for that matter

The real treasure lies in sharing it

And spreading pleasure.

How far is far? - Mahmoud Darwish

 How far is far?

How far is far?

How many ways to get there

We walk

and walk towards meaning

and don't arrive

 

It is a mirage

guide of the confused

to distant water

futile and heroic

We walk, and in the desert

we grow wiser

and don't say : 'Because the wilderness is perfection'

But our wisdom needs a song

with a lively tempo

so that hope doesn't flag

How far is far?

How many ways to get there?

- Mahmoud Darwish 

Under the Tree - Myron Lysenko

 Under the Tree

they stood 

under the big tree 

and talked slowly 

under the tree 

they stood 

and slowly talked big 

the big tree 

stood slowly 

and under they talked 

they stood big 

and slowly talked 

the tree under 

the big tree talked 

and they slowly 

understood

      -  Myron Lysenko 

As She Passes - Fernando Pessoa

 As She Passes 

When I am sitting at the window,

Through the panes, which the snow blurs,

I see the lovely images, hers, as

She passes ... passes ... passes by ...

Over me grief has thrown its veil:-

Less a creature in this world

And one more angel in the sky.

When I am sitting at the window,

Through the panes, which the snow blurs,

I think I see the image, hers,

That's not now passing ... not passing by

- Fernando Pessoa