Talisman

It's all or nothing. Forever.

Miracles

All the things we grow used to seeing,

Don't you ever forget

That they were, are and always will be

Miracles.

Rainbows will curve

Skies will blur

But in my eyes, baby,

you will always be my greatest love.

Someday when you can’t kiss my lips

I will give you my words

To kiss you goodnight.

To tell you it is alright.

When depths are shallow

And brave is untrue

I will gather you in my arms

And tell you I love you.

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.”