Home, come back home…

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I come back home,
turn the lights on.
Turn them off.
I remember now.
Distinctly.
Dark was our favorite color.
What else could serve
more 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,
debriefing…
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…

 

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The Stethoscope

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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,
Listening…

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…

 

 

 

We always run away…

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Sometimes all that happens make me think that all of us are infatuated with a little sadness. Melancholic songs and a deep nostalgic memory… What do we have while its cold on the inside of our chest. We all enjoy happiness and life is no doubt a sheer joy. But sometimes we have this urge to chase the things we know we’ll never have and then it makes me sad how we ourselves choose our regrets…

Survival Through The Night

It never cease to amaze me how trivialized is the talent of survival! This piece of writing goes to all those people who think they a store room thing now! To all those who are broken down…evaded…humiliated by situations, time or their own fantasy penalized them. What might seem a battleground sometimes turn out to be a playground too…
But even if it becomes a fight… To win, the first thing u need to do is STAY. Because those who get back to their feet and stay… NEVER LOSE!

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My God Was Right There…

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Lights
People
Ecstasy
Wishing to roam around the world…
The chase always seemed alluring.

Committed to happenings,
I craved my days to melt down
as
Storms all over me write poetry when I fly
Life run at such pace, death shall be haunted to spy
Euphoria shriek out of my ashes when I die
For I may embrace the ground and unravel the sky

I never wished to settle
until my breath created the background music
And ear drums serve as the playground for heartbeats.

And she was the just the very opposite!

Complete in spirit in the same four walls
She never had such a desire.
Happiness flowered inside her and
She had this talent of survival.
I never understood how was she managed
to make a life between a society with
Blurred sentiments!
Twisted mentalities!
Poisoned tongues!

and when the same storm pierced the pages
I knew that one yellow leaf left long inside my book of life.

I knew the
Same beautiful soul,
Same door,
Same person.

I don’t know  how she always accepted me.
She could ask ” Why did I come back?”

But instead she said “It’s home where you turn at last”

And that very moment…

I knew my God was right there in front of my eyes 🙂

 

Burning her own self

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Although, every moment with her makes a majestic sense of life!
You will get confused with the ‘Favorite ones’

But sometimes the sky that she makes her own kind of blue
falls upon her head and the blue turns to the see of sorrows…

I adore the pain!
It comes for a reason
It comes with a reason

But sometimes, I am not able keep all these odds inside me
and the waters in my eye begin to flow

After all,
how long can I see her own fire
for what I fell in love with,
burning her own self! 😦