Dear best friend,

Happy friendship day! It's the first one in 7 years that we are celebrating over a phone call. Your voice got a little shaky , so did mine. It wasn't easy to put into words what we delivered in the form of warm hugs. I saw us struggle tonight, the strong face we were trying to put up for the last 7 months a little shaky at this point. It's like racing against time, only not backwards. People find love in all kinds of relationship, I found true love in you. The kind of love I keep searching for. Selfless and constant. You and I are poles apart and every time I thought about us leaving each other, I felt our relationship would wither away like twigs and leaves in Autumn. On the contrary, your love just multiplied. You are the only one left in my life who makes me believe in promises. Without making any, you held onto me and kept me close to your heart. I know how rarely you put out your emotions and let it frame words, so when you said tonight , " I miss you, a lot", I felt something shrink within me. You are my little Miss Sunshine, like you were on the day you walked into my life. Miles or eras, they will stay defeated as long as you stay in my life.
Love,
Pri

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Welcome to my humble abode. I hope you enjoy your stay tonight as much as you did the last 3 years. No pun intended. With all integrity and honesty I welcome you with open arms and why not? Every night ceaselessly and ritualistically you have painted my night skies with your presence. You never left my side like the fool I was crying about did. Precisely you manage to keep my swollen, darkened eyes open every single night. You are here, even if no one is. You are keeping me company.
Oh well! What do I say?
Thank you for the dark circles. I hope you bring a good concealer tomorrow.
Poor joke , sorry.
Yours faithfully

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you etch your way back
crawling underneath my skin
reigniting every memory
like an old bruise on fire.
It's almost like a thousand voices
screaming your name, together.
As if some one lit an entire room
with piercing brightness
radiating off each picture
of you, that is carved in my mind.
As if someone cut through my thorax
exposing my heart and showing it off,
with an undeniable smirk of amusement
at the nakedness of my soul.
Everytime I try to forget you,
the universe conspires to remind me
of every last detail I know of you,
Even the essence of your perfume
that you left lingering in my room.

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It's been a while,
I emptied my heart
or my pen.
Entangled in the monotony
of diagnosis and treatments.
A little lost in the books,
my eyes have phased out of
grey skies that beckoned my attention.
It's so easy to be lost
in competitions and jobs
in expectations and ambitions,
that admiration of something
as austere as raindrops and
grey skies, feel futile!
But take so much of a glance,
raise your head from a display screen
and let the smell of earth,
drenched in early morning rains
bathe your lungs,
you feel like poetry self wrote itself
Filling your soul with a
sublime sense of relief.
It's true, we need assets to survive
but real happiness lies in art.

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Locked in a pandemic,
doubling the distance
in an already long distance love story!
You and I are a void
In the cosmos of indefinite
searching for a galaxy
where you and I can be
one, all over again!

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They ask me how I deal with it?
Oh! I sit with them, those incessant voiceovers of pain in my head, I let them scrutinize my strength and while it seeps through the creeks of my soul, I let its excruciating grasp get hold of my heart and then, I smile!
I smile to see it lose, all over again, failing at killing me.

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Ab nahi hoga kuch bhi pehle jaisa,
tumne pyar ka matlab hi badal diya,
ab dhoond lena meri khamoshi mein woh bepanah mohabbat ka izhar,
jao tumhare liye ab humne apni jubaan bhi sil diya!

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treating a needy patient; complimentary!

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My love is like
that hidden rose
in your diary;
eternal and beautiful!

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Kahan hoon main?
Tumhi mein uljhi hui hoon, ya
apne mein goom hoon main.
Khamoshi ki silwaton mein chupi hui
ya sheher ke shor mein doobi hui,
kya sehem si gai hoon main?
Kya khoya hai aisa, ki
dhoondne par bhi ab nahi milta,
ya kuch paane ki aisi lat hai
ki kisi cheez se bhi ab dil nahi bharta
Kya apne aap se hi thodi khafa hoon main?
Kehte hain ke mil jaate hain
mehnat se saari khwahishein poori ho jaati hain
Umeed mat chodhna, fasle jud jate hain
Aur kahin jaake andherein mit jate hain,
Phir bhi roshni ki beintehaan talash mein kyun hoon main?
Kahan hoon main?

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