Getting there

Arms open my heart would quake for your warmth. Hands would shake for I’ve lost a million beats. You might hesitate to look in my damp eyes, but I’ll be confident, ’cause I’ve learned to lie.   A heart is shaped by both love and thunder. What’s wrong with me you might still wonder. I…

Meh

This season I’ll be a little bit off the grid.From afar I may seem solid, but I’ll be liquid.You always say meh when I get enthusiastic.So, I’ll be trying hard containing all hydraulic fluid. Wires in my head tangle, they entwinewhen I look at your picture, I think of wine.I’m maybe a time-bound scratch-card,never will…

Sunset for two

I wrote a bit of something in the air with a little more love and a little more care.
I wish that you don’t, but if you feel alone, open your eyes, look around and behold.
We got carried away with our lives, fallen behind from keeping tracks. We can still whisper our messages and say our prayers.

Sound and Safe

The wind here is wet. The sound of your sweet nothings is silent. My world is a bit tarnished. They say you’re vanished. I search around the house thinking you would be hiding behind a curtain. I’m almost certain. I’m stuck in this time, on this planet, but my mind travels through time. We played…

Creamy

I wake up from a nightmare with a violent pounding as if my heart swelled and consumed the hollow of my insides, beating everywhere all at once. My body pounds in a rhythm and I feel delicate like an egg that’s about to crack. I sit up cautiously so I don’t interrupt the mechanics of…

Iceberg

I am re-posting this poem from last year. Read it first without the parts in brackets, then everything together. Let me know your thoughts when you’re done reading. Enjoy! I am romanticized as modern-day hot blond from chick romantic comedies. I am (sarcastic as) butt-throbbing (spankings). I am characterized as sweet & delicate cotton-candies, and…

One fine kiss

I’m high, but can you please clarify, why do you slip your tongue in my mouth, when you have to act so shy? If this is how you take control, then please know, it works like charm. If it’s some game, then darling you win. If it’s a litmus test, know that it’s all red;…

I’m fine

The tiny, half heart sizzles and burns on my wrist the other half of which you got erased. I think I’ll take some pills to sleep a little. I don’t remember when I last slept; must have been days. I stalk you on Instagram, I’m sorry, but the lilt and glee in your stories I…

Unfinished – VI

A queen of sensational beginnings as if she walked with a background score. Her oomph pushed the ceilings, her stride shook the floor. She showed her skin, and died a little inside. She craved for a humble home beyond sparkling lights. Her roots withered; her chin hit the ground. No one heard her howls even…

Pleasure and Pain

Stepping out from bathroom after a hot shower, she asks widening her brown eyes at me “why does your writing have always a hint of sadness?” as she makes a half-hearted attempt to cover her naked body in bathrobe. “Why is it struggle and pain that seeps out even when we are happy?” Her impromptu…

Loner

Outside my living room’s wall-size window, there is a flock of pigeons, gathered on a telephone wire. They are cooing in broken chorus, like an endless chattering of immature, careless teenagers about their Instagram profiles. There is no pattern, no synchronization. Every pigeon has its own song, its own rhythm. I’m no expert but I…

Bad Timing

I saw you struggling making your way through the day as if you were put on a planet where being beautiful and nice was like plague, and expecting love in return that you carried in your own heart was the most sinister thing to do. Neatly dressed and walking around elegantly, carrying out a battle…

Writer. Fighter.

On a bench in the corner, Lost in the crowd. Adamant to be apart. Convincing self to be an art, And the artist. Twisted wrist, and a split heart. Learning chords on broken guitar back home. No phone calls. No messages. No one’s out there thinking about this lost drone. Vibrating on the verve of…

She won’t go wrong

Confined in impassable space, Her life’s a set of crossing lines. With every pause at each wrong place, She’s cramping to the sidelines. Teardrops gash her beautiful face. She’s a dying, innocuous song. Wild implosions beneath her case, But she keeps on keeping strong. Insisting her efforts in assuaging demons, Her days remain irrevocably consistent….

Crescent

Lost in admiration of her arch, I wish to park my hands on crescent Of this extraterrestrial, and make my habitat; Seize in familiarity, away from celestial unknown. Yet I know I won’t reach anywhere. The outer-space is much bigger place To be overwhelmed with my insanity. I’m at the risk of losing clarity. Or…

Kiss at sight

Strings clamped to the clouds above my head, Attached to the corners of my psyche, I’m viciously infatuated with your body scent, I’m craving to cuddle on your lap Like a stray, needy baby elephant; You’ve got all your pieces at right places, Emerging in an enigmatic prophecy, It’s a pull I cannot avoid dragging…

Till we die

I’ve got us a perfect place To keep our secrets secret To squirm in our space. I know you like strawberries, and some cherries. I’ve got everything, That we need to pamper us. We’ll be in our skins… inside each other’s, And kiss till we die At the break of dawn. We’ll push our bones…

The Blind Box

I’m trapped in a cold, blind box, Four square-walls without an exit, I bang my head trying to escape, It’s hard to touch the Sun without sweating, I need warmth, but I’m scared of burning. I wear scars, all over my heart, I’ve been brutally cracked, I’ve been split, I want to be found, desperately,…

Like you mean it

‘Say something nice to me,’ Neal said to Marisa. ‘What,’ she laughed and mumbled in her sleepy voice, ‘at 3 a.m. you want me to say something nice, huh?’ ‘Yes,’ ‘Okay,’ she thought. ‘You are a nice person… not the kind of I thought I would like, but you turned out to be better from…