The End

The end is near

Of breaths and 

a million gazes

The end is near

Of mighty monuments

Of marble carved ways

The end is near

Of the happy monsoon

Of placid lakes

It is not a tsunami that will end it

It is not the shattering of earth plates

It is merely a whiff of air

Just one warm exhale

One sudden blinding light

Just a spark in the forest

One frail stroke of lightening

That will destroy nations of harmony

That will strike the pillars of solidarity

And shake everything out of its sweet slumber

It will destroy everything in its path

And conquer the peace 

till it's last bits are scattered all around

Till resilience and patience are enslaved to darkness

Till faith is caught and captured in metal chains

Till flesh aches and the veins within burst open

Till love is declared to be hung till death.

The end is here

In all it's entirety

Of torn souls and broken hearts.

Of rotten hopes and infested scars.

 

Some Things

Some things will never change

The winds would blow

And the trees would shed

Autumn goes as winter sets

Longing for a glimpse of thee

Wandering the streets for eternity

I walked alone, I walked together

But found no where my consort to be.

Searched the gardens

Swam the oceans

Measured the winds and

Gaped at the moon

Soon enough I found my answer

Naïve I was, you see,

Took too long to learn that

Thee won't come to see me,

For lovers don't meet somewhere

They are in each other all along!


-Based on a quote from Rumi.

If...

If you were a colour

I'd be the same shade

If you were a painting

I'd be every stroke in it

If you were a tide

I'd be its froth

Its salt

If you were air

I'd be the dust

that you lift

I'd be the sweat

I'd be the blood

I'd be the impulse

I'd be your pulse

I'd be whatever

You want me to be

I'd be your soul

And we'd be whole

We'd be inseparable

We'd be inseverable

So we can live and die

Holding hands forever

Wanderlust

Wanderlust if you must

For its not always for places

But even applies to people and spaces

You are not only a nomad

When it comes to cities or towns

You are a slave to new experiences without any bounds

I know the desperation that shows up

Each time I smell good food

After having savoured enough bites

I want to know if it was an Indian who cooked the delicious Thai 

I want to know the genius who built the wheel

And the artist who created that rocket

I want to meet the man who invented the fan

And the ninja who bakes 3 story wedding cakes

Won't it be crazy to be friends with an Encyclopedia writer

How peaceful would it be

To live with a Nobel peace prize winner?

How are bell bottom pants stitched?

How are sunrises clicked?

The first boy I shook hands with in kindergarten 

What he must be like now

Someday I shall take a train and

Shake hands with all my co-passengers

Say hello to all those with me in a lift

And not pretend they didn't exist at all

To not pretend I have too many text messages

That I am too busy to look up

I want to tattoo my back with a map

Of all the people I ever met

Of all they brought into my life

For all they changed in me

Some those who even short-changed me.

After those endless days and nights

They at least taught me a few things right

We all bleed, we all sink

We have all made ourselves that one stiff drink

Alright, maybe a few stiff drinks!

Dreams are like sugar cubes

Our tears will melt them

Our fears will crumble them

But they continue to sweeten our lives

We continue to trust 

We love to love

For all the joy romance brings

Each heart break takes a piece of you with it

Sometimes a big chunk

Sometimes as a small trunk

Certain songs are your favourite

Less because of its composition

More because of the memories

Art is intensified individualism

Politics is legalised vandalism

But the most I remember of what they taught me, 

Is that the world is a happy place

If that's how you look at it.

If you let out a sigh, the universe sighs with you.

If you pass a smile to stranger, they will

No matter what, smile right back at you!

Angry are we?

A saint asked his disciples, Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset? Disciples thought for a while, one of them said,”Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.” “But why to shout when the other person is just next to you?” asked the saint. “Isnt it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you are angry?” Disciples gave some other answers both none satisfied the saint. Finally he explained, “When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance alot. To cover that distance they must shout to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.” Then the saint asked, “What happens when two people fall in love? They dont’shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small…” The saint continued,”When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they need not even whisper, they look at each other and that’s all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.”

2012

A poem we wrote together...do you remember?

2012, The end of the world

If the world were meant to end 
As they said in twenty twelve
I'd sweep off all the urges
Gathering dust on the shelves

I'd come out and tell you
All that you mean to me
I'd tell you you're everything 
That love has been to me

That the world could go its own way
And we'd be someplace higher
Rising up as one life from
The trampoline of desire

That life on earth is but a pause
Our journey is infinite
That life and love are both the same
no matter how we spin it

I'd hold you all through twenty twelve
And as we reached the end
I'd be glad I didn't hold back,
And let myself pretend

The Unfulfilled One

I melt in your arms

Like i have never known before

You took me to the depth of waters

Which I often gazed at from the banks of it

You held me in your warmth

And told me its ok to fall back

You unlock the floodgates of emotions

That I’d tremble doing so otherwise

I melt in your delicacy

Like its meant to be

I find the roots of calm

As if its the easiest thing to achieve

My reflection gets a name

And you make it sound like poetry

But I’ll never confess,

For  the purest of love

Is always the unfulfilled one...

Sarah Kay: If I should have a daughter ...

If I could be her someday...

Colour-Blind

For a man who sees everything
As brown and grey
It must be quite odd to have a woman
Who sees a world full of colours

The difference between burnt sienna
And the burnt amber
The cobalt and the ultramarine
To the turquoise-aquamarine

But what would it all be to a man
Who's vision is all monochrome
Who's poem is one he reads alone
Who's heart is nothing but forlorn

His world of monochromes
What use to him is a rainbow
Meaning of bright blue eyes
Or rosy pink lips

What hue is the sky?
And many million shades of green.
Does gold tempt him?
Or blood disgust him?

What shade is his envy?
How dark is his temper?
How dull is a moment?
How sparkling is his wine?

I could never tell for I only saw him
As perfect as it would get
Through my rose tinted glasses
Or so they said

My lover of monochromes
Our love story of monotones

Heartbreaks Are Strange

Heartbreaks are strange
Sometimes they don't even give you
Enough time to wallow in their depths

As if everything starts rushing just then
No-one stops to hear
No-one stops to care
The person who you need the most
Becomes hearing impaired

All that was spring
Is now cold winter
All that was green
Has dried and fallen

Time stops and lovers leave
Needles in your heart are buried deep

All that you knew
Is far from what it used to be
Whatever was the truth
Is just the crust of what's true

Heartbreaks are strange
Sometimes they don't even give you
Enough time to sit and stare

The moments that mattered the most
The love, your life depended on
The touch you woke upto
The soul that belonged to you

As if everything starts rushing just then
No-one stops to hear
No-one stops to care
The person who you need the most
Becomes hearing impaired

You fall into the cracks of the earth
And those crack close on you
You breath your last few
And prepare to be dead

Time stops and lovers leave
Needles in your heart are buried deep

"My Immortal"

A song that echoes my current state of mind. Maybe all emotions, all feelings are universal. Maybe we all think the same way, love the same way. Sometimes everybody hurts, sometimes everything is wrong...

To MY immortal,

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along