You and me
We are like opposite poles.
I don’t know how we managed this.
1 week without a fight.
In 21 weeks.
You think that this world
with the give and take principle.
But sometimes I sneak in
from the lockset of the door
I see how you pretend
that these walls
are nothing but an asset of yours.
These boundaries are nothing
but your coping skills
to induce happiness in a soar sunken world.
I see how feeble your ‘give and take’ is
When you maffle blanket on a liquid nitrogen cold body
of a drunk man slept by the roadside.
I see how brittle your ‘business world’ is
when you wipe the tears off the face of an orphan
who doesn’t know what to call his ‘home’
without courage of his dad and smile of her mom anymore.
I observe that your human comes out like a
superhero who does not want credit for
making the world a better place.
More than your eyes, or face or the dress you wear
what appeals me is your ambition and the dream
to show this world that love is the only weapon in defence and attack
that will just save the hurt one day.
You know I day dream like a madman!
How beautiful a wife and a mom you would be
And I will rise and work hard everyday to invest in your smile
to deserve that place beside you…
So I love you.
I love you even more every passing second
and my affection grows faster than a greased lighting.
Don’t you ever think that you are running out of time…
I am always here. Waiting for your realization.
And I well understand that
one massive difference between love and time is
That love waits even when time can not…
So you don’t have
or an year
or a decade
Baby, to be by my side…
You have a lifetime…
Sometimes I promise you
I will not be the same person again.
Sometimes I tell you stories about how much my dad loves my mom
and promise you that we will just be like them.
Sometimes i reckon’ that shattering voice when I am outside your door
and I promise you that I’ll stay and never be the reason for it.
But I break promises 😦
and I do hurt you at times
I want you to know that anger is a part of me.
But it’s not all of me.
I want you to know this today that…
I am discovering what should i keep in me
and what should i let go of me.
You are always like this mirror to me.
Giving me answers. Point at my scars
and still making me feel beautiful.
and I am very fortunate for that…
Sometimes I say too much and
you react too quickly.
We lose momentum, and then we gain it
we lose it and we gain it again.
But we don’t stop.
And hopefully we never will.
When I read that
Whales helped the swimmers.
When they discovered that
Dogs can be best friends.
I knew that there is not much of a difference
between humans and animals. It is not even the difference of emotions.
It is the way we interpret what we feel and what we do about it.
That is the dwelling of difference.
Guilty makes us human… sometimes more than anything else.
A person can not aboard from his character
but he who doesn’t try too often is not a man either.
I understand very well that I have hurt you today
and that ‘I am not supposed to talk to you’
But it is a big part of who I am now.
And talking to you makes me realize that
even if my whole world is tearing apart
in front of my eyes…
As long as i have you, I can save it.
And I can build it all over again.
So here I am,
trying one more time to gain the momentum.
To fix the broken and make you smile.
And if you think its worth a chance…
This is an Apology.
But the thing is
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 🙂
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.
Heat of the cruel world burnt him so fiercely
that he felt he has become one of those old deteriorated things kept in the store room… beyond repair!
The fire soaked up his dreams.
Dry eyes… tired of trying to teach the same lesson of kindness
over and over again every single time with a vision that someday
people will understand… They are not the only ones having the ‘rough day’
Overwhelmed with madness and intervened with experiences
that leave scars as life gets scraped with tragedies,
He became a fusion of anger and disappointment,
The fusion that is harder to imagine and even harder to take.
The world tore him apart
like those pages you once keep in corner of a drawer
and tear them up questioning yourself if they were ever a necessary.
The dark side, exposed to the heat,
often came out… making him labelled as ‘Insane’
But for good and bad
Life is never the opinion of an eighth standard school boy.
It is like those questions of calculus where surprises wait for you at every step.
He met her one day.
The day melted into night differently that day!
She saw him tracing out his pain in ways a beautiful heart would never do.
Yet she danced with his demons!
She became the reader of feelings rather than words.
Somehow with time, it became a question to him how she could listen to the unsaid.
Rather than extending a bow of frown,
She managed o stretch a smile…
An innocent one indeed 🙂
At the end of the day,
He just had questions in those starry eyes
“Why after all this time…everything feels worth it?”
Wishing to roam around the world…
The chase always seemed alluring.
Committed to happenings,
I craved my days to melt down
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
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,
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 🙂
Now that I am reading you,
Allowing your soul slip quietly into mine,
I feel as if I have found all my poetry
All the metaphors,
Each neuron of my mind
Each corner of my heart
I want to unwind you… a little more
Find you a little more
All the things that stretch a curve at your face 🙂
All the things that let your head down 😦
All your frowns,
And I question you secretly “Where were you!?”
Believe me love,
I would think a thousand time
before leaving you,
I just know that
We are going to bear the story all together
And that is all my world!
Just remember darling,
Some people are not scars…
They meet you just like the stars
They won’t fade till you cry out of your smile,
With wounds when you can’t stand, they travel along side
Give me all your tears and I shall fill all the gaps between your fingers.
Let me rain on you today…
Let the reader write for once…
may be just may be
You come to know that
some writings are just too adamant to dwindle with time
Some people are just too humane to abandon a book like you… 🙂
And with all that is left within…
You try to whiff at the silent coals, my love.
Yes, they might light up!
But not your world again
Not your world again.
So listen to the ashes now,
And dear heart,
Even if you were a genius,
your caliber would be just short to understand her.
She is messy and loving
vulnerable and raw
The only one of her kind.
You endeavour to mould her to more ‘Beautiful’
She keeps her own piece of soul aside
just to make sure that you find solace in all that she could afford.
But finally, when your judgments became a hanging knife over her neck
She slips away like dust from your fingers.
Not hurting you even a little.
And now you wake up!
Her absence makes her more lovable
You miss her
You think to yourself that may be you overlooked how gorgeous she was in her own world!
She was one more dimension to the concept of love!
But now its too late…
Its too late!
People will always keep on asking you
Why do you constantly love the same person?
When you have reasons to move on
And answers to all the dilemmas
Why do you still make the choices that fall back upon you!
Why do you allow the pain to back you into the corner…
The truth is that love can be felt by all
But doing is what takes everything to hold till it really ends…
Because its only you…
Who can see that spark
That you and the other soul
can still dance in the same frequencies…
Make the melody be knocking at heart
Because were are the one who actually felt that magic!
You were the one who actually felt those nerves!
World might suggest you and leave
But story will always ask…
World was not in love…
But you were!
So did you complete writing the last line of the book?
Or the spark never led to fire!