I have always loved it inside these four walls
Where I have build my halls.
One to sleep and one to work
Another for light and then for dark.
The specks of dust on the door smiling at the evening rays
Remind me of something that forgotten for a very long time;
How I loved to show my drawings to mom and get complimented.
The dancing motes in the morning rays through the window
Are my flying dreams.
I have a major concern; why this fan seems to be rotating clockwise and anti-clockwise at the same time? Like that
Of my ironical tangled thoughts.
My mirror has three names written,
Of those who owned this room once.
At the top right corner of the roof, there is a
Spider telling her break-up and fling stories; she
Is my only company here.
We make a happy home below this roof.-
Those scars, permanently
printed in my heart,
the pain is still suffocating,
becoming an immeasurable
nightmare, but am sure I will
surpass it, and the fragrance
of victory will greet me.-
~ two minutes~
A kiss.
Just two minutes.
A few of them.
Just two minutes.
Ended up till dawn.-
Lucky are those
Who can appreciate when they have.
And I truly appreciate having you,
I really do.-
~How I discovered poetry~
It was hiding at the back bench between
The pages of my books in the boring lecture classes.
When the thoughts wandered around the equally bored
Walls of the classroom,
When the eyes searched on the desks
Where stories were sleeping,
When I engraved my story on them.
(Caption poem)-
You merge with me like the moonlight
Dissolving into the ripples and waves.
Those fitful silver strands intertwining with the tree canopies in the forest.
The mute and mystic music making love to the Nightingale's song.
You grow inside of me like the moonlight.
From new moon to the full moon day,
From the dark alleyway to the vast and bright lit roadway,
From the busy highways to the lonely vales and lakeshores.
You unfurl on me like the moonlight.
Gleaming silver strands fiddling with the rugged rolling hills,
Running soft translucent fingers through the bedraggled bushes in the countryside.
Like a sliver of moonlight seeping through the window to light the dancing silhouettes in my forsaken attic.
You merge with me like the moonlight,
Let's be one
Till the dawn
Gazing at the tranquil emptiness.-
My pen acts as a peace maker
Jotting down the things that I let go,
Demons that I am yet to make peace with,
Wars that I failed
And victories that I hailed.
My pen, it's voodooed
With magic and wildness
To keep my spirit sane
And serene.-
# Promise #
You are my promise
To the world that kindness exists
Compassion and goodness exist.
That life could get tough but it gets better
Always.
May be not always but not to stop trying.
You are my promise to myself
That I am worthy.
That I am loved once and being loved
Always.
That I can
I can love and I will always.-
I might never tell you,
How obsessed I am with you
Fearing it wasn't mutual and it might be a joke
When we break up.
Perhaps, you will know it when I pull back.
I might never tell you,
How many times I redid my eye make up just to show you
Fearing it could be dumb.
Perhaps, you will see it when I smile at you.
I might never tell you,
How long I waited for your call
Fearing it could be overbearing.
Perhaps, you will know it when I don't answer your calls anymore.
I might never tell you,
How lonely it was to sleep alone
Fearing it could be overwhelming.
Perhaps, you will know it when I am up so late.
I might never tell you
What went wrong.
But I want you to know that this is surely healing
In ways that I never imagined.-