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.

 

No Present, Nor Past


The pages turn,

The sands flow,

I look above,

The skies glow.

 

Your touch burns,

Your sight sears,

I lay locked,

Motionless with fear.

 

Deafened by my heart,

Beating aloud,

Tears trickle down my face,

Cover me like a shroud.

 

Blindly I walk,

Towards you again,

Hold my hand,

Quietly say my name.

 

Filled with fire,

I’ll come alive,

The sound of your voice,

That’s my only vice.

 

To the Earth,

We’ll tell our story,

Of love and surrender,

In all its glory.

 

Hold me up,

As I crumble away,

Under the weight,

Of longing I sway.

 

Believe every word,

To be my last,

Without us,

I have no present, nor past.

 

 

 

My Audi and I.


Life is all about expectation. Admit it. It’s human nature to let expectations build within each and every relationship and every situation. Of course, discipline and age can teach you to grow out of it. When someone comes along and gives you the most precious gifts without you having the slightest clue, it makes life a more beautiful and exciting place. And that is a testament to how lovely life really is without the excess baggage of expectations weighing you down.

Audi, I loved this little surprise. More than words, it’s a lesson for me. I’ve learned the true art of giving and loving unconditionally from you. What it means to be a,”sister from another mister”, is something that i have understood now.

This is just too cute for me to not share with the world, and thanks for letting me do what i like with it. :).

Snigdha Sinha, thank you for this and everything else. Thanks for taking me along on your one way street 🙂

 

Once upon a time, not so long ago, there lived a girl, in a land, not so far away, she was young and brave and with a heart, that had just come back from exile. The girl was mysterious, because everything about her was not what the other person would think in the first go.

While she looked grown up, she was a child at heart. While she looked bullet proof, she was hurt by a word. While she looked like she wasn’t paying attention, she was actually listening to you deeply. While she looked tall, sometimes she just wished for a hug that would make her feel tiny. While she looked happy alone, all she wanted was a companion. While she said gave strength to others, she cried because of a broken heart. While she looked  like she had healed, she  was dressing her wounds. While she was talking about everything under the sun, she was actually running away from one little thing. While she looked like she wanted a million stars, she just wanted to watch them with someone. While she looked in-control, two oceans were churning inside her.

She was also the kind who did not let anyone enter “her world” very easily. It took time and patience to know the girl, and the efforts were well worth it. When you got to know her, you would run your thoughts back to when you met her ,for the first time ,and  would question, was the girl I met back then, the same one?  Well of course she is, the one I met first was the wrapper, this one is the gift. This was the surprise element about her. She was ever-changing. She was a wanderer.

She had seen years that were not fair at all. It was brutal, she thought it was never going to go away, it took sometime to pick the pieces, there were just so many, but she bounced back like she’d never fallen. It wasn’t in her nature to share a problem and hence most of her battles were fought alone. While the ghosts of the past always tried to trap her, she’d  finally learnt to leave them behind in the race for happiness.

She was young and her dreams were big, but if you really knew her, you’d know that she didn’t really want the whole world, just a tiny place, where she should feel like she belonged.

I wish the girl to stay different. So I would always be able to spot her in a second, no matter how large the crowd is. I wish the girl strength, to follow her heart. And I wish the girl love, because she deserves all that there is.

This is the story of a girl I know. You’d be lucky if you know her too.

Always You.


Walking down the street today,

I saw a glimpse of the past,

A young couple walked hand in hand,

I wondered if this one would last.


What used to be, you and me,

Now is a thing forgotten,

It’s the talk of the town, this morsel of gossip,

What once was envied, now stands rotten.

Mama always said, when I was young,

Fate decides, your when and why,

You cant hurry love, it is destined and timed,

And so in your arms, I felt I could fly…


Many a suitor came and went,

While and before you arrived,

But none, like you, sent my heart aflutter,

From you, then I was derived.


The beauty of our belonging, my dear,

Could only grow with time,

All the naughty escapades, and adventures so exciting,

They all inspire me today, and to you I dedicate this rhyme.


While our run, did come to pass,

My disposition shall remain the same,

Without you, there will be no colour,

On my lips, you’ll always find your name.


Time will pass, our lives will change,

Several seasons will come and go,

The one thing, that will remain,

Is the life and love that you and I know.


I miss you, and your voice,

Those sweet words that you said,

Last night as you let me go,

In my heart, they shall remain, like the tears, upon my bed.


I wish you many things, my love,

Luck, my share and yours of glory,

When you stand beside another,

I pray, that you forget this story.


I pen this down for me alone,

Years later to read and remember,

That I was once divinely blessed,

To be so loved by another.


This memory I shall carry with me,

To all the places, old and new,

Whenever someone asks what I’m thinking of,

My answer, will always be you…