Melancholy

Oh darling, but weren’t your thoughts the poison you chose to drown in?

VOICES

She was never too lonely to drown

But heard voices inside her head,

bold and bizarre.

And Just Like That

You remind me of the waves
Caressing the shore
Slow and serine
Forever in love
And forever in motion.

And the sea breeze
Salty yet a li’l sweet
Gently touching the sides of my neck
Forever in zest.

And the setting sun
Longing to blend with the sea
To paint the sky with pristine yellow
Forever beautifully ablaze.

And the beauty that is the ocean
Sound and at times slow
Yet powerful enough to drown me
And forever with life.

And Just like that
You remind me of every little thing
That is magically so forever!

~🐽

The Beauty That Never Lasts

I’d rather be the bright blooms

Of Shizuokas cherry blossoms

Welcoming the early april serene

And breathing the soft champaign pink

Like in Murakami’s pages

The pristine beauty that never lasts

The petal carpet which once adorned the ground

Is now fading into a mere memory

I’d rather be the unnoticed –

And die in the blink of an eye.

C’est La Vie

Little were we, when we first walked into those strange walls, wrapping amma’s fingers with our tiny hands, refusing to let go and with that watery eyes longing for the sight of home. With every cautious step we took, we curiously looked around the strange walls, and these walls; we never knew would be our world, our home, library, playground and what not.

Well, that was the beginning of our journey of togetherness, with all those neatly pressed uniforms, fancy bottles, colorful textbooks, magic pots, snack breaks, and community lunches. The butterflies we chased, the trees we climbed, the dreams about tooth fairies and superheroes, the pranks we played and the magic we believed in as the tiny toddles we were.

We grew up together, blinded by the fact of us slowly turning into young teens. Now obsessed with Harry Potter and Sherlock Homes, having to hear teacher’s never-ending boring lectures, waiting for lunch breaks, bunking classes, craving for games periods, so many of us sharing a single lunch box, calling each other silly names, break ups, patch ups, teddy hugs, flying kisses, the butterflies and crushes which always held us back to school even in difficult times and having our wolf pack, never leaving our side, no matter what. Little did we know that we were living the most beautiful phase of our life!

And even after these twelve years which flickered away like twelve months, life was all about physics, chemistry, and biology with all those nerve-wracking assignments, practical classes, periodic tests, entrance tuitions, and extra coaching classes. Amidst these traumatic situations, we still found our own time to laugh- teasing each other and playing silly pranks. We stood by each other through thick and thin, and the pack, same as ever, yet stronger, have never let us walk alone.

We’ve all come a long way and have a long way to go. From coloring books and toothless smiles to unfortunate chemistry texts and grown up yet cheerful us. Now with every day passing, there are these beautiful memories which will hold us back together, no matter how far we go away from each other. In less than  few days may be our journey of togetherness will end. But only in the miles which keep us apart…never in our hearts! C’est la vie. (That’s life!)

 

 

If Death Steals Me Away

If death steals me away

To that somewhere

Beyond the woods, oceans and the sky

Won’t you spare a minute or two?

To sit beside me for one last time

To remember me

For I shall rejuvenate once again

In you, your heart

In the breeze that gently touches your fingertips

And in the pale light that kiss your cheeks

 

Won’t you cherish the last sight of me?

And the way regret filled your eyes

And rolled down your face

 

If death steals me away

To that somewhere

Wherein time doesn’t exist

Don’t you walk past, like the rest

Never noticing me, my scars

The brokenness in my frozen smile

The wounds,

The wounds which only you can see

Somewhere deep inside my lifeless cadaver

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For he is Poetry

For he is poetry

Alluring, elegant

And most intricately written

Not in a paper

Nor in an inscription

But in the cracked chamber of my heart

Deep inside.

The Girl with the Wings

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There she lies

The girl with the wings

Cold and pale

Devoid of life

 

Her flawed heart beats no more

But her eyes tell a story

That of a girl

Who once did fly

Beyond the bounds

 

But time made her weak, numb and pale

Haunted by the ghost of her past

Which suffocated her to obscurity

 

Confined from within,

She decided to drown

In something other than her past

So she leaped into the water

And let herself sink

 

There she lies

The girl with the wings

Whose eyes tell a story

That of a girl

Who once could fly

Beyond the clouds

But instead, cut her wings,

Drowned and died.

Labor Of Love

 

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Do you believe in love at first sight? Well, I do. In fact, I believe in love prior to sight. Yes, there is that one person who has loved us even before we were moulded into this so-called physique and even before having caught a glimpse of us.

The one who nurtured us within her womb, wiped our milk-stained faces with bliss, who plants kisses on our cheeks with utmost happiness and does anything and everything to see that childish laughter on our faces.

She gifted us life from within, empowered us to stand on our own feet, gave us wings to fly, the courage to encounter the world, the power to face all the challenges and walk forth, stood by our side through thick and thin and taught us to be a voice, not an echo.

The only person who loves us in the most unalloyed form. It is a love that has no bounds, no language yet unconditional and at times unspoken. She who can feel our every heartbeat. And there is that special bond and magical memories we share. A woman like no other, our guardian angel, our mother.

 

 

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