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Hope

I will meet you where dew drops wet the lips of leaves,

Where clouds caress the moon,

Where rain drops fill the cracks in scarred rocks, 

Where tress hold hands beneath the ground 

I will meet you in places 

Where unconventional, unglorified lovers entwine, 

Beneath the surface, cloistered and dark 

Within the crevices of universe 

And in undiscovered galaxies 

Where our stories are sung by lost stars 

If only you stayed

He says, Years have passed 

Have they, love ?

I would still break into tears 

If you hold me 

Would you wipe them away 

Like that day though? 

Would you hug me tight, 

trembling hands buried in my hair 

And let your sigh at the nape of my neck 

Say goodbye? 

Or this time will you let go and cry?

He says years have passed

But after all these years the moment hasn’t 

It’s frozen where our lips last met 

Immune to the whims of time and space 

Every time we think of each other 

We are still locked in that embrace 

Darling, we never finished saying our goodbyes 

Colour of your gaze

I could keep writing for years 

And never run out of words for you

But I don’t know how to put these mere alphabets together 

To paint your eyes 

And their transcendent hues 

I don’t know if  I can ever exactly describe their colour

And how they looked under the sun 

When we were walking into the woods 

And you smiled at me 

I cross my heart 

I wouldn’t call myself a poet 

Until I find the word for it-

The tincture 

that haunts my thoughts

With sunkissed horizons and sunset blues  

Writings on the wall


Years, I have spent years

Looking at the walls 

Of this tatterdemalion citadel 

Splattered with my innards 

And bleeding heart 

Years, I have seen just one colour, 

This indigo muck paint on my hands

And Papers on the wall 

Saying the same things,

Different words, 

In want of what?

Sympathy?

 Empathy ?

Attention?

Compassion?

Years , I have spent years, 

Almost seven,

Sitting at this table

Now my hands tremble

And it’s tempting to drop that pen

Never write, never feel, never think

And never spell a word again

Wish upon my bone 


If only, humans had wishbones 
It would be easier 

to trap scampish desires 

Beating their way out of tired,

infiltrated rib cages

They help birds fight,

Well may be we could win the constant fight

Between what the heart wants and what it should

And may be all those times 

When we kill our own dreams 

Or watch them getting trampled 

under some other feet 

And a sigh of “only if” gets stuck in our throats 

They would get caught in our wish bones instead 

Which when pulled apart 

Will atlast let out a sigh of hope 

And make wishes come true 

This isn’t poetry

I wish the words I write were poetry

And not the unholy wail of a caged soul

Banished and branded as satan

When all its sin was to love

But differently, 

And with the kind of madness

That threatened to destroy

Whatever stood in between us

I wish you or I could do something

To stop this

But I have no wings to clip

They pulled and tore every feather out

And walked me naked

But that wasn’t my walk of shame,

All they saw was your name

Engraved on every inch of my flesh

And I can’t fall like Lucifer

I am standing on my feet,

My  ground,

Not yours.

One last time

I want to go through this life

Like a nebulous nebula

Of valour, strength and bright colours,

Exploring uncircumscribed orbits,

Gravitating towards destiny
Adrift, so far from this mundane world

In its shades of grey, hatred and envy,

Out of tune with its blues of rutted routines

And when I spend

All the life

Gushing through my iridescent veins

I want to die like a shooting star

Brilliant, even when it is falling

Blazing, one last time

Insurgence

Quit dreaming,

They said,

To their daughters, wives and mothers,

Those bumptious men

But dream, the fickle mistress 

Isn’t loyal to one but disloyal to many 

Be it men or women 

Be it the free or the oppressed 

So rebel!

Rebel against drooping eyelids 

Let scarlet dream burn through the shame in your green eyes

Refuse to lower your gaze

Rebel against the land you walk on in chains 

Let there be war paint and war cries 

This is an uprising,

Rise despite the arrows along your spine

That pierced your organs organs with notions

Of inequality and incapacity 

Rise and heave all mothers daughters and wives to their feet 

Rise with such vivacity 

That virtuous and valiant men shall answer to the call 

And  fight along your side 

Fall has come,

The trees are gloriously naked in the woods 

So all those fallen

Must shed their branded skins and rise

Freedom isn’t asked or begged for

Freedom isn’t granted 

Fight for the freedom of your spirit,

For the chaos in your head,

For the revolutions on your tongue

Fight to remain the beautifully flawed humans we all are

Before they say , 

Quit feeling,

Quit thinking,

Quit living,

Quit breathing 

About last night

I loved you so much 
I would have walked 

Along the edge of a hundred swords

To reach you if you needed me,

I loved you like a drop of tear in your eyes

Was the poison that could kill me

And I would rather have had

my heart ripped out

Than let anybody else in

I don’t know how I did that,

Stood still

and listned to the wail

 of your breaking heart 

But now I clamp my hands over my ears

To drown the echo and go to sleep,

When I do,

You are the nightmare or the dream

Now when I look for traces of me in your life

I hope to find more of those photographs 

We are smiling in

And not the scars that left you bleeding words,

Empty eyed,

If someday they remind you of me

And you wonder

If I spent last night thinking about us,

I want you to know

I did

I loved you so much

I thought I would die without you

And you know, I did.

Closure

Have you ever stood on somebody’s porch

Staring in disbelief at the door

that just slammed shut

Thinking it is going open,

It has to open,

Any minute,

Any day now.

Well, I did

and it never opened,

not for me,

Even when I lost hope

I went back for closure 

I went back to every locked door
Until I locked my door one day

and sat on the otherside

Waiting for knocks 

Some came

Some did not 

And I realised this-

Closed door,

Turned back

Is closure

Lame excuses for leaving aren’t 

Goodbye aren’t 

Ends do not necessarily demand an epilogue