Posted in Originals, Poetry, Reflections

What a sweet, sweet revenge, my love!

There was a sparrow at the window
My breath was stuck somewhere in
The back of my throat, my stomach
Crushing between my chest and thighs
I bent down next to crouched self
Mesmerized at our beautiful visitor
Together we looked at her in silence
As she chirped ignorant of ours presence

In that moment, I felt initiated
Into your magical world, the one
I was hesitant to step in, for the
Fear of leaving behind something
I thought precious, valuable but
That day I looked back in awe
And anger; And solemn humility
At my own stupidity; naivety

You stripped me of all my clothes
That guarded my skin and my heart
Against everything unseen; unusual
The empty threats of my mind
Dissolved in the watery eyes
Of our beautiful guest
I was a part of your world now
It was now my world as well

Standing up naked, I looked into
Your eyes, I couldn’t help but smile
At your guts; your fearless heart
That did not take my refusal
Lying down. But challenged me
To enter their world once & and see
If I could still choose not to choose it
What a sweet, sweet revenge!

~

ThursdayTruths

Posted in Originals, Poetry, Reflections

Today Tomorrow and Always | Monday Musings

I cannot travel alone
Cause I get too attached
To people, too easy
Good byes are difficult after
3 hours and 3 years, alike.

I cannot be alone anymore
Now that I have lived
With you. They say that
I am obsessed with you
My friends and hunches
Psychology tests & trippers
Strangers and family
All confirm my obsession

But they don’t understand
That in each of our 12 hour
Sessions everyday, sharing
All of me and my 22 years
Of inspirations, tears
Soul churnings and fears
Has made you, me; & me, you
I now need to know what
You are doing, just as I need
To know what I am doing
Today, tomorrow and always.

~

Sharing with strangers your deepest souls, can sometimes bring light where there was dark for long. Cheers to traveling, like monks, here today and there tomorrow, meeting strangers everyday, making friends everyday.

~

Monday Musings

Posted in Originals, Poetry, Reflections

It’s a new life here | Days and Dreams

It’s a new life here
The other day I woke up
To a harsh reality
Of my own laziness
No underwear to wear with
A bunch of other dirtyclothes
So I don’t skip class or
Empty four buckets
(Water is to be spent sparely)
I choose a small bucket
Empty it all and put the
Four underwears in it
I then go stand at the tap
At the entrance gate
In front of the whole world
To wash my underwear

It’s a new life here
I wash my underwear in public

Standing by the drier I recall
The other day when I woke up
Shook by what my mind
Had churned for me in sleep
I saw you talking to me
Telling me stories of
Your long journey away
Showing me souvenirs
You had picked on the way
Trophies you had won
Memories of friends you earned
I woke up in tears, hugging
My friends, I sobbed and wailed
Not because I missed you
But because I lived you
Even if in my dreams
I cried not in pain
But in pure gratitude

It’s a new life here
I wash my soul in public

~

Late Mondays and Related Heartaches

Posted in Originals, Poetry, Reflections

Till When? | Cravings of a Lost Love

Till when is this to go on?
Till when are pretending death?
Till when are we telling ourselves
That what was once the greatest love
We knew, is just another hormone-play.

Till when are we lying to ourselves
That the music has betrayed us mid-way?
When we know it is only taking a pause
And maybe a drop hovers real close
Or a new song awaits a new day

Till when are going to remain invisible
From the skies of my dark nights?
Till when am I going to turn to ignorant friends
For advice about our unknowable madness
For a relationship that’s as complex as it’s simple

Till when will you wait for me to fall weak
To be rescued by another pair of arms
That may not be as strong as yours
But will delude me into thinking so
By being at the right place at the right time

Till when am I fighting this oblivion
When I know in my heart, my gut and my soul
That you are here, always here, and I am never alone
Cradling me in your arms, sucking on my skin
Whispering in my ears, ‘You’re mine!’

~

MondayMornings
With
Pre-Menstrual Cravings

Posted in Originals, Poetry, Reflections

You know the times | For the stoned mother nature | Stoned Storyteller

You know the times
When she rides the stoned car
On the front seat, staring out the window
Dropping eyes fighting to see it once more
The orange, The sublime blue, The white
Seeing it once more, between the buildings
Through the window of the house with open doors
A blink here A flash there A full view between trees
Breath held in her strained neck, for just one more word.
You know the times
When everything reduces to
A blurred movie running in fast forward
And clear are only the mountains and clouds
The setting sun and its dissolving silhouettes
Looking out for infinity like her life depends on it
That is where she breathes, where her heart beats
Where she heals her hidden wounds Where she creates
Even if the horizon is only a delusion, it keeps her alive and awake.
You know the times
When I remember you
And I cannot decide if you are dead
Or still alive, somewhere, because
I think we have slipped into different cracks of reality
From the same wild waters, where we lived, where we loved
And now even the sun is not on our side but divided
Between you and me. But I continue staring at the crack I entered through, meanwhile
Everything else reduces to blur and I look at the wild waters like my life depended on it.

~

Early Thursday *compensating the loss*

Posted in Poetry, Reflections

Said A Blade Of Grass | Kahlil Gibran

Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, “You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams.”

Said the leaf indignant, “Low-born and low-dwelling! Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air and you cannot tell the sound of singing.”

Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth and slept. And when spring came she waked again — and she was a blade of grass.

And when it was autumn and her winter sleep was upon her, and above her through all the air the leaves were falling, she muttered to herself, “O these autumn leaves! They make such noise! They scatter all my winter dreams.”

~

Featuring one of my favorite poems 

Posted in Originals, Poetry, Reflections

Dissolving bokeh of memories | Going away, so far away

I was looking at you surprised
Like I was looking at a stranger
Who was saying to me that
He was going away, so far away
You held me in your arms
As if protecting me from reality
Or saving yourself the pain of truth
That you were soon going away, so far away
There were no tears or sweating lips
But a heaving chests and a wide eyed stare
Like you were having a panic attack
Why? Why, just before going away, so far away
What were you thinking? Why were you shaking?
You used to tremble at memories of a horrid past
But never shook before mountains you now faced
How horrid was it to you, this going away, so far away?
I could never ask and now I cannot remember either
I cannot remember the pounding heart nor the heaving chest
Where do these memories go? Where are the details?
When you kissed my forehead and went away, so far away
All there is, is a feeling suspended in a dissolving bokeh
Where we touched, is the eye, rest is now a tragic hurricane
And if I do not focus, I run the risk of being destroyed to pieces
Because the truth remains that you have gone away, so far away

~

Monday Morning Blues