And he fell in love
with both of her.
How I wish
for you to
have slept on
in my heart
I see this lady on the road everyday.
Sitting under a Banyan tree
Covering her face with her faded saree.
She fans her veggies
And sits on a rock.
Burns her skin
Until she has sold all her stock.
I saw her today as well
I read about this lady in the newspaper.
Sitting in a shady room
Barely covering her privates post noon.
She calls men out
And signals her price.
She bears all the torture
Until they call it a night.
I am sure she is working today as well.
I meet this lady in my house everyday.
Barely sitting and catching a breath
Taking in all the dust that broom creates.
She does the dishes
And washes the laundry.
Eats in a corner
And sweats for her salary.
I met her today as well...
beating in synchrony
Eras of mankind.
Plethora of poets.
Millions of poetry.
"Love" still remains to be
the most beautiful poem.
Bring her in.
"Shree Amma Yanger Ayyapan?"
"You can call me Chandni for convenience."
Mesmerized by her beauty and elegance, even God understood what he stole from mankind.
I love you.
But you know that already.
What you don't know is that if need be
I can un-love you.
"Love is an illusion.
Money is real."
Brave are those who refute the notion.
Words in my mind refuse to form any meaning apart from you.
Words from my mouth though, very persuasively, proves that you are no one. Nothing!
Words in my pain utters one name.
Your name which ruled my universe.
Words in my expression utters disgust.
Though, you know it's not true.
Words you spoke and I trusted are now flying like ashes over our burnt dreams.
Words are all that made us.
And broke us.
Words are all that mattered.
And were recklessly ignored.
What am I supposed to make out of it?
I am broken yet strong?
I am full of you yet empty?
I am still all yours yet...distant?
May be this paradox is the answer.
I am moving on; while absorbing all of you in my soul for eternity.
Unn channd lamhon me,
Kya dikha tha tumhe
dikhawe k alawa?
Ab sacchai samne hai,
Toh bewakoof usse keh rae ho!
The thrill she felt
In his burning touch;
Was clearly reflected
In her attentive skin.
You have to react to the constant nudge
that your heart keeps giving you
after that "yet another guy" shattered it into pieces.
You have to react.
You have to let that pain
ooze out of your skin,
And your writings.
Kuch toh hoga pichle karam ka hisaab.
Ki akeli b reh gayi
Aur tumhari b na ho payi.
My presence couldn't make you fall in love with me.
I hope my memories don't either.
Yes. I have felt it too.
The feeling of getting crushed under a stone,
When my mother denied me that ice cream, claiming
It's cancer to my throats that winter.
The devoid of the poison named oxygen,
When they didn't let me pursue arts as my degree, noting
Statistics of slimmer paychecks for artists.
The feeling of being a nomad,
When I kept contemplating my career plan, giving
Examples of my already successful peers.
The feeling of being the one who submits willingly,
When my boyfriend simply notified me of plans, reflecting
On historical norms and traditions.
The feeling of being unarmed,
When those friendly hands turned filthy. Pacifying,
Calling it a secretive, loving gesture.
I bow to your love for me.
I respect your influence on me.
I long for your kindness.
And I can walk miles for that presence.
Do I worship you?
Well, only my God would know!
"You need to impress her"
"You need to tell her how much you love her",
we all grew up.
Take your time love.
It's only been an eternity
waiting for you.
In the crowd, I saw a familiar face.
A face that had strange, blue and distant eyes. Eyes that were glowing in it's sadness and depth. Eyes that at times softened when his lips smiled.
Which reminds me of his smile. I haven't seen a more beautiful faked arc on anyone else's face ever before. Everytime he smiled, I felt his heart cringe. Yet, it didn't take away the beauty in his smile. The mystery of why his smile never reached his eyes intrigued me.
I felt him frown on people patting him at his jokes. Jokes that came spontaneously to him and he cracked them just to give another try at being social. But his face clearly read that he wanted to snap his way out of this place. Yet he kept trying...
They aren't strangers.
They just aren't discovered.
Give them a chance.
Let's pull them in.
Every drop of water
Leaving my eyes
In your memory
Will give me
To not let new seeds grow.
Seeds of what you broke in me.
I am not bitchy.
I am ignorant towards the repurcussions of having and expressing an opinion.
Poetry bound me together.
Haiku healed me.
I made each of those stories my midnight pillows.
While each of those rants awakened me.
Nothing ever had more power on me than words.
Hence, I crave real conversations.
"I have a friend. She is a trouble. A big one.
She knocks at my door at odd hours for extremely important reasons like she is bored or she is unable to sleep or maybe because she doesn't like the curtains of her room anymore. Yeah. Sounds cute? Well, let me break it to you. It's not cute. It's annoying....."