Sunday 31 March 2019

Put me to sleep!

Put me to sleep one day, some day
When I don’t wake up abruptly at night,
Panting, drenched in sweat,
Gasping for that goddamn breath.

Put me to sleep one day, some day,
When the moon is glowing bright
And I don’t fear next morning’s light.

Put me to sleep one day, some day,
Oil my hair, or massage my back,
Rub shoulders or put my head on your lap,
Light those scented candles, or do whatever you feel like.

Put me to sleep one day, some day,
When there are no deadlines to meet,
And no reasons to silently weep.

Put me to sleep one day, some day,
As a gift,
As my last wish,
As whatever you think you could give,
But put me to sleep, please?


Friday 29 March 2019

Volcano!

Have you ever carried a volcano
Right in the centre of your chest?
No, not fire, a volcano which is
Jumping, burning, killing
But like a true sadist not exploding.

Have you ever carried a volcano,
Which makes you feel so powerful
That you forget to be and believe
In peace, ease, sleep and calm
For it has made you used to the burn.

Have you ever carried a volcano,
And prayed, with your eyes closed,
Wanting it to explode so that it’s out
And you are free,
Irrespective of how painful it’s going to be?

Tuesday 26 March 2019

Out of love - 99!

I love this thing about
Sadness, longing, grief and loneliness,
They’re all very consuming, tiring
Yet very fulfilling,
It gives that sense of power
That something like death or maybe death
Came right in, targeted your soul
Couldn’t conquer it,
So left loneliness for your whole
Being and body.

This thing about,
Sadness, longing, grief and loneliness,
Has made me feel victorious
On the days it felt as if all battles were lost
Yet, you ask how,
The sad, lonely people
Bleed art.
—————
For us the ones,
Who crave for solace more than success
A few drops of rain,
Seem to be like an ice pack
On our burnt souls.
—————
As usual,
I walked a million miles
And crossed the seas and oceans
Just to have a glimpse of your smile.
Yet, you, being you,
Chose to stay cold, ignorant.
Was my sweat not enough to thaw your coldness?
—————
Just like the sun sets each day,
A bit of hope drowns every morning,
What a failed warrior are you to not have held,
Your strongest weapon as you fight the wars without the guard.
—————
Even if it wasn’t real,
It seemed real
And that I think is enough
To legitimise our memories
For a lifetime, at least.
—————
On my good days, I miss you
On the bad ones, I crave you
Rest of the days are just spent longing, missing you.

You see,
you have been a part of days,
How could you not be a part of life?
—————
Each corner,
Every bit,
Kissed by the sun
Engulfed by darkness
Created magic,
Built us, our home.
—————
A cup of coffee
Ray of hope
Breath of fresh air
A warm hug to care
U ask what life is
Let me enlighten u
With what bliss feels like.

This,
This moment in which
I feel this, is bliss
My share of infinity
And the eternal everlasting
Feeling of home.
—————
When you left,
It built a hole in my whole
Making me feel,
Oh so hollow.
—————
For all your pain and suffering,
Just eternally believe,
That there exists a golden hour
For your healing.

Saturday 9 March 2019

To the empty bench in that park!

To the empty bench in that park
Where you and I have waited
For each other, with each other
Longing for some miracles to happen.

To the empty bench in that park,
Where umpteen cups of
Strawberry ice cream were gobbled down
Under the garb of stress.

To the empty bench in that park,
Which we used as our SOS spot
Almost each time I failed a maths test
And you your Geography test.

To the empty bench in that park
Which in its truest sense is empty now
Waiting, longing, craving...
For maybe another set of best friends.


Thursday 7 March 2019

Lessons from Jaisalmer!

Infinity is probably the most useless thing or feeling and that is just my opinion. To one of my very recent visits to Jaisalmer where I had gone to basically de clutter my mind and maybe get a few good pictures for Instagram, I realised the sand and the sky, will be what they are. They may or may not be endless but they exist just as is, the way they are. Hot on some days, extremely hot on a few, cold on better day and extremely cold on their moody days. The skies have never boasted of being endless, nor has the sand or the oceans. They exist as is, to feel or crave for infinite is probably a waste of imagination but to exist as is, is as real as it gets.

Lessons from Jaisalmer, 2018. 🏜


Tuesday 5 March 2019

Ashes!

I love this thing called ashes
It’s better than all the burning
After all it is,
The remnants of what survived,
Doesn’t it reek of bravery?

Ashes, the cool, soft belongings
That get very distinct attention
On their good days
And no attention on the rest
Are my favourite.

Didn’t I tell you,
It’s the ashes
Which induce faith in me
As I continue to burn parts of me
That one day it will all cool down,
Child.

Ha! Child,
The child that I’m setting on fire
Wants its closure,
Prays for its ashes
Wants to test its time and waters
Wants to sleep and breathe,
That child wants its ashes,
It can’t burn anymore,
It’s done, with fire
It wants ashes to heal its burns
Is it too much to ask for?
Is this too a child’s illegitimate demand?

Saturday 2 March 2019

Magic potion!

After Harry Potter threw his magic wand in a water body, it got stuck in a bottle as it was sinking in. The wand made its way in this bottle and voila, this magic potion came into its existence!