Out of sight


We admire them for a number of reasons.
On most days, Attraction finds anything
but the soul.

My love,
When I met you…

It was not like the movies.
Neither was it like a sad song.
(At least this time).

It was a journey
i did not intend to travel for.
I only knew i had to go somewhere…

I kept getting lost
but only to find you.
And me…
To find me.

Funny because I have seen a lot of eyes.
To say, Hence, a lot of people.

But what appeals to me the most
in this entire universe
is a dreamer.
Dreamers call you to see their worlds.
If not them,
Then who will open the box and let our minds out.
If not them,
Then who will endow our hearts what they seek.

When I met you,
I saw those starry eyes.
I did not know it was you by then.
I certainly knew this is the kind of people I like.
Thus, the reflex.
I crawled my eyes back down to the floor.
You know the kind of guy I am.
I tell you things in a blog post…

very much like a plant grows into a tree.
very much like a caterpillar turns into a butterfly.
very much like the universe expands every second,

I felt you and I saw you
through summers and winters
and autumns and springs.
And I understood this.

There are a lot of women out there
who will appeal to a man for several reasons.
But there is nothing else in this entire cosmos
like a woman with ambition.
There is nothing more beautiful than people with dreams.
You were magic in the face of reality.

Every time when I see these starry eyes
that dream like a child,
They keep telling me that I am more adamant
than my life.
And i keep learning from you
that even a child is a soldier
when it comes down to protecting a dream.
That’s when I know I have to live. I have a purpose.
For me. For us.
And I have to stand ground by your side in this battlefield
against all those children eaten into men by the world.

My love,
It may not have been a love at the first sight…
But It took me a while to realize
that with you,
It was love at every sight.
And it was love

even when You were out of sight.





But the thing is
My love,

We are all petrified.
Its a test and no one wants to walk through the fire.

It dawns on us. Flattens us.
To give someone the key to our heart again.

But it is worth a chance.
Life is itself a chance, my love.

I know how the sky breaks apart and the soar sunken world heads into the sea.
What is worse than a breaking heart when you know it…

Sometimes, all of us are unaware
that we are waiting for the things that are never going to happen
and sometimes we know it right in our bones.
We wait for people who are never coming back.
We still wait don’t we?
The person who has decided to go…
Only sees that door.
Not the person behind.
But we wait.
We still wait.




Until we don’t.

I understand that you have been there.
I have been there too.
The place where you wish that the death may take us.

You hate now don’t you?
The voice of shutting doors. I do too.

I know that there is nothing that I will say
make you believe that I am the one.

But the best thing that I have learnt from life
is that the most wonderful things happen
When you put your faith in people šŸ™‚
When you lend them a hand they never expected
When you give them a chance they never got.

And most of all, I know you.
You are beautiful.
And you are brave.

This time I hope,
You walk through the fire
just one more time.
This time for me.
I’ll walk with you and
I promise my love,
Every second when you are in there…

My hands will be under your feet.

Home, come back home…


I come back home,
turn the lights on.
Turn them off.
I remember now.
Dark was our favorite color.
What else could serve
moreĀ gratitude for light?
Whatever missed our sight,
May need insight.

I sit at the same place,
I know the exact coordinates.
Once again I am
5 feet away,
from the front door.
trying to console you,
from the very same distance.

I start talking me, silly.
Trying to make a joke work,
like investing in your smile
that I seldom try to shirk.

But as my heart leaps forward
to paint our dreams in a graffiti,
pops my bubble the desperate reality
Ah! What a calamity…!

As long as I pandiculate
now in this half wake…
I realize – all these beautiful things…
the roses on the table,
the distance i crave to cross,
are no real but fable,
a mirage, a mere gloss.
It is
but my own loss.

So I dwindle in subconscious,
What’s the point of staying here?
Should I too be leaving?

Hence, I fall from oblivion,
to wake up at your door.
I slept here all night,
longing for my home…

To come back home…


The Stethoscope


Remember the time
when we were hanging out with friends at Rossco’s?
You appealed along with the group
for me to tell you guys
about the girl I like.

You even got me to call India.
Only to ask if I had a girlfriend there.
Then all you guys started to hunt down my Facebook friend list.

Fun part,
You grabbed a stethoscope ‘N’ just bought for her second semester
The initiative was to check which name will get my heart on fire.

And hence it started…
One of you guys kept throwing names one after the other.
I was innocent till proven guilty.
We had quite an audience that day at the restaurant.

You seemed curious with a Litmann 3M
right to the left of my chest.
You only doubted the arrhythmia
when I yawned at the name of my teacher.

The session ended like every other weekend.
Friends ranting at me for arousing their suspense.
Giving them a power cut at the climax of a movie.

They still didn’t have that one name.
That one person breathing in between the lines I am writing.
The one soul that painted all the corner in my art.
Honestly, even I was craving to say her name.

But you were still there… STILL.
Between the clamor of the crowded restaurant,
And my reviling friends.

With a head bowed down,
holding the ear tips,

But you never noticed
And i wish you had…

My heart was beating over 100,
every single minute. It was not usual.

Because that girl was not in my Facebook friend list.
Neither back in India.

She was right there
listening to my heart.
We kept staring at each other
all this time.

It was no one else, but you.
It had to be you.

The girl with the stethoscope…