The Storm


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I stayed away from the pen,
I shunned all the books,
Stopped feeding my demons,
Dying each day in their fire.

I picked myself up,
And took one day at a time,
My blood gushed with resolve,
To lament no more.

I shed my tired skin,
Let go of the excess baggage,
Gave life a fair shot,
And welcomed the new dawn.

Mythical blessings were nowhere,
None of the delusional lies,
I fell in love with my present,
In spite of all the spite.

A year has since passed,
That girl is long gone,
A woman pens this down instead,
Enlightened after the storm.

Paradise


Every fight is a sign,
Of someone who cares,
About you and you can see it,
If you should dare.

Even distance is evidence,
Of hearts growing fonder,
The desire and longing,
The pleasure of the wait and the wonder.

Resistance is proof,
Of the love of destruction,
Some  resist the poison,
While some give in just a fraction.

In the hearts of so many,
Lives repentance and regret,
There is always a little fragment there,
Of a love that they cannot  forget.

As we walk ahead in life,
Many things come to us in disguise,
But if you look behind the pain,
You’ll find love in Paradise.

Dearest November


Welcome, Dear November,
You will always be,
Bittersweet to me,
There’s so much to remember.

Dear November,
The beginning of my year,
To me you’re hope and fear,
Of moments that linger.

My dear November,
You’ve always made me vulnerable,
Susceptible at every step to stumble,
All that remains of my heart are embers.

Alas, November,
The time has come for me to dread,
You’ve become something to be fled,
You make me ache for December.

And, Sweet November,
There’s romance in your name,
There’s no one but me to blame,
No one but me who will remember.

That in November,
What a fool I had been,
To have fallen in love,
In November.

My Questions


How wretched is the one,
Who plans and plots,
To twist his destiny,
Around his little finger?

Is he better than him,
Who waits in silence,
For castle’s to emerge,
From time’s still sands?

Is life a painting,
Of our choice’s colors,
On our karmic canvas,
Are we nothing but artists?

What does it mean,
When lives are manipulated,
When dreams are masticated,
When love dies?

Do dreams become real,
Do nightmares dissolve,
Do midnight conversations,
Still make  hearts melt?

Is any of it real,
Will the masks fall,
Of friends, foes, and strangers,
Will I see the real you?

I’m but one mind,
These are but my questions,
Imagine if I asked you too,
To open your mind?

What would you ask me,
If you could ask me anything,
Would you ask me who I am,
And if I could still dream?

If I was yours just for today,
Would you ask me questions,
Lying with me under the stars,
Would you answer mine too?

 

 

 

So Beautiful


Promises are beautiful,
The simplest expression of love,
Of love of every kind,
The expression itself, so beautiful.

Simple things,
Like my lover’s poem,
A friend’s jokes,
All, such simple things.

A little look,
At you with a naughty smile,
And I see your eyes light up,
Just with a little look.

You hold my hand,
As we cross the street,
Just because you want to,
Tight, you hold my hand.

When you’re sad and broken,
I’ll find you in the darkest corners,
Just to make you mine,
So you’re sad and broken no more.

I made a promise to love you,
With all my silliness and frivolousness intact,
With the best that I can be and more,
I promise to always love you.

Life is so beautiful,
With you by my side,
My sweet lover and dear friend,
Life can be so beautiful.

Love Doesn’t Last


 

You dream yourself a life,
Envision yourself a shadow,
Close your eyes and pray,
For just the perfect tomorrow.

A story you wish to write,
Short, about two friends,
Design a happy ending,
And all you end up with is a fight.

A deep cup of coffee,
Deeper conversations still,
So much said in the silence,
So much that couldn’t be.

Memories that were made to be shared,
To be cherished by just you two,
They run down your face in tears,
Sign of a heart way beyond repair.

Isn’t this the story,
The one you set out to write,
You may not know this now,
That love’s end is always gory.

Call me a naysayer, or what you may,
History bears witness,
And broken hearts tell stories,
That true or not, Love doesn’t stay.

My Happy Ending


You take my life,
Turn it over,
Cuts and wounds,
Not a bit of me sober.

In thorns adorned,
I walk the land,
Granite in my eyes,
Blood on my hands.

Step after step,
After every step I take,
I find you with me,
Every step of the way.

This deserted path,
This is our journey for life,
We’ll bleed tears,
Every word a knife.

But braver still, be us,
To still search for paradise,
As long as we’re together,
Love has no price.

You are my enemy,
But you are my friend too,
You are me, in another,
And that there, is my cue.

While you wonder,
About this story,
Our dreams will change,
Slowly but surely.

But stand by me,
As I stand by you,
In me, you’ll find,
Challenges new.

All of this and more,
Somewhere is waiting,
You and I and my dreams,
Together are my happy ending.