the boy I was
head over heels for,
was muttering promises
in between kisses
on someone else's lips.
something inside me
just gave up that day.
SUPERCUT OF MY LOVE
There are words waiting below my tongue
I want to place them on your heart
And tell you
That my memories of you are what make my heart beat at 3AM when there are war sirens blowing in the distance.
That it's your words
Waiting in the hollow of my collarbone
That leap out in my defence
Pick up the fucking call
And tell you
That your voice is the most beautiful sound I hear
In my spring breakdown
And the leaves churning under my toes
In the autumn remind me of the break in your spine,
That there's a whole lot of sky
Waiting to be sketched inside my heart
And it's only you
Who can pick up the pen
And stroke me with colours.
Tell you that heaven awaits me one day
It has always been hard to leave you, my beautiful!
You're like one spoilt personage whom no one likes, but everyone observes from a distance. Everyone talks about you, but no one ever tries to understand what makes you, you.
But I can't forget you sweetheart, because you've given me so much to take along in life!
Yes, you have your lows, your own loopholes, but who doesn't? And you're working towards bettering it, right?
Delhi - you feel like a moment outside time, your past and your present overlapping on a warm summer morning, while you sleep.
Delhi, simplest you are at the summer dawn, yet even in the clear summer sky, you wear layers. Too many, as I try to strip you naked....
Dear Max Rockatansky,
I love you.
I love you a lot.
I just don't like you anymore.
To whoever who asked me to move on,
Did you tell him too - not to look at me from the corner of his eyes while we cross our paths?
Did you tell him not to leave those texts after getting drunk on the bottle of whiskey he shared with you?
Did you tell him not to watch me, observe me, whenever I am with someone else?
Remember? That on the last day, just before our summer break, I left a letter in your name. It was a goodbye letter, one where I penned down everything, each high, each low, so craftily. I think you do remember, and you have read it too, thanks for that, which is why you sent me a mail reading, "What was the letter all about? Self-explanatory, but never could und...
Every experience no matter how bad it seems, holds within it a blessing of some kind.
The goal is to find it.
Strange that my eyes look for you
When I go to places, where I think I might see you
Yet when I run into you
Words refuse to come out of my lips
Your eyes drown out the sea
And I get lost in them..
If only I knew how I'll be able to forget him, I'd have.
They say they wish to know who he is.
Toxic, cancer is what I tell.
The one who called his beard a Pyramidic Face Fungus! That's my Max!
He'll laugh at me if he reads this. For he never knew my love. For whom love was synonymous to stealing away the matte red off my lips, to hold me tight and strong, but only in a room filled with darkness of our reality, to tear open my soul with his gaze, those eyes high on marijuana.
Hey Max, should I stop calling it love?
But for me it only took that gaze of yours to feel entitled, gratified in my own world!
25. It ain't that younger an age, one where I won't understand the depth,t...
An Open Letter to the Men in my Life
I’m leaving a party
at eleven fifty nine,
I’ve had two drinks,
you’ve had five,
you decide to walk
while I book an Uber ride.
You stroll back home
without a care in the world
while I text my cab details
to three of my girls,
so that if I go missing,
they’ll have something to unfurl.
You decide to get a smoke
to keep you company on the road,
while I fish for a shawl
to conceal my tempting throat;
at this hour,
the world is your oyster,
my worst disaster.
You roam around,
embracing the wind,
while I cover myself,
desperate to blend in.
We finally reach home
in the middle of the night-
you, indulging in being alone,
me, heaving an anxious sigh;
I never really understood why I can't get along with people for long. I share good, deep bonds with them, but it's all for a temporary effort.
I've been with this set of folks I've been hanging out lately. But they've been hiding behind a mask which they won't share. They make me feel aloof and neglected. It's weird you see. Very weird..
And that YOU are gone too, the whole yester year feels hollow. The hollowness which I wish to fill with every new face that I see.
Is this all getting on my head?
Am I turning into the Veronika that wanted to lose herself to an OD?
I need to know.
Hey Max Rockatansky,
It's just a matter of chance that I came across this. But I'm liking it, perhaps because I can be as anon as I wish to be and say it out loud, scream it out loud, and no one will know who I am, who you are!
I don't like this. This feeling. The feeling of wanting you back.
Remember all the times that you shattered my trust and tried to win it back?
But do you remember all the times that you shattered my trust and I came running back to you? The times when you publicly called me a 'bitch'? The time when you in utter drunk state bit my arm leaving it bleeding and bruised?
Do you remember that I loved you still and never let go?
It's been months...
Dear heartbreak kid,
Months have passed and I didn't think about you, only to start missing you again. Who should I tell this to? People already think I am insane.
Insane enough to fall in love with you. Insane enough, to lose my sanity for a person like you.
I have lost myself in you once.
I don't wish to lose myself again.
This but always pops in!
Can you make me forget you?