I promise, This is the last stanza, Of this tête-à-tête; I could go on and on, Hoping to sip it all out of existence.
I told them, ‘She’s gone’, Then I said, ‘She left us’, But that made it your fault. So I settled for ‘She’s now at peace’.
The love of a young man is fresh, It’s optimistic, it’s sweet, unspoilt; Betrothed to your essence ...
Now that I'm off the treadmill, still where I was when it all started, I feel that my heart is failing me. What must I do then?
My face turned stony, The stranger asked what had happened. I said 'nothing', And it wasn't a lie. It was the sweet nothings.
Ego needs pores to breathe; His is an airtight helium balloon, Which you inflated. Soon he’ll be flying to greater heights, And you’ll be saying, ‘wait for me’ ...
If, we could draw my heart, It would look like the rugs my grandma made, With leftover pieces of fabric, Stitched together. Some dotted, some stripped, Tie and dye, pastel and luminous. The torn pieces created the beautiful mat. Even if the stitches could not be hidden, And each piece had a story to tell, … Continue reading Heart of Rags
That subtle breeze cast the fumes on me like a shared secret. I involuntarily inhaled as though I was supposed to.
I’m sorry, For the time I hurt you to be true to myself, For the time you hurt me to be true to yourself, And I did not understand, What you had reciprocated. I’m sorry, For the time I said I had forgiven you, But my hot tears burnt like the embers of hell, Which … Continue reading Dear World, I’m Sorry!
In a moment of darkness, I am caught in the trap of routine; the disorderliness in my orderliness, and for that moment, I do not belong. In a moment of darkness, colour makes no sense, scents are insipid; I look to the sky and seek escape from this sphere I float on. In a moment … Continue reading In a Moment of Darkness