Freedom.

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All while , I looked at you from a window, Like a caged bird.
Like a caged bird , I longed to pour myself a dose of the atmosphere.
Like a caged bird , I believed in a tomorrow for us and held on to my utopian dreams.
Like a caged bird , I couldn’t wait to fly.

And then one day, the lock broke. I was free.
I filled my lungs with that cold evening breeze as I flew.

As I exhaled , I realised that the concept of our togetherness was merely a bitchy battle of perspectives.

I took a deeper breath as I flew higher.

After all , even the birds are chained to the sky !

Ellipsis

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I sat down to ink something…
Trying to clear the thunderous train of thoughts… And like always, I held on to poetry for dear life !
After infinite minutes of staring with my eyes closed and screaming with my voice muted.,
I realized the paper before me was empty..
That is when it hit me., Even my ellipsis have become comfortably numbĀ …

Confinement.

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If four walls were the greatest form of confinement , under what tag would I brand my heart?
A thousand miles away yours beat as fast as mine. And I know so.
Every gesture of yours tries to breakthrough my soul in a million fractals..,
Surfacing over the long lost love. There is more. There is less.
Every touch of yours tries to fit into the space that you thought would complete me.
But I’ve become numb. So numb that I no longer feel. Neither your touch nor your gesture.
And so complete that there isn’t space for any debris.
If a piece of me is what you are searching for..,well honey,they were never yours in the first place to begin with.

Happy Valentine’s day :*

Delta.

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I was three when Kbv took me in a warm embrace,
Brick coloured gates sided by a big sturdy tree.
At five, I thought Camlin crayons were irreplaceable treasures.
At ten, I thought cursive writing would be the most difficult art to master.
At fifteen, I thought I would never be able to let go of my crush.
At sixteen, I thought I would never become strong enough to handle reality.
I am seventeen and here I sit mystified…
With faces becoming names and names becoming faces , the only constant being the delta. The change.

Limitless.

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As the rhythmic rocking of the waves slowly lull me to sleep..,
I hope to see you in the place where the sky and the sea meets…

With every tide that hit the rocks..,
You bring in enticing memories…
Memories that we created..
Memories that held warmth,,,

And with every retreat that hit back the sea …,
You bring in clear tomorrows…
For memories that I have to create…
Memories that’ll hold I don’t know what..
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I see the rains from the clouds..,
With every droplet that forms.., I miss you..
And when they fall into vast waters of limitless depths.., I miss you more…

As the rhythmic rocking of the waves slowly lull me to sleep..,
I hope to see you in the place where the sky and the sea meets…

She.

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diwali_diya_and_flowers-1920x1080Soft spoken are her words, yet rock hard are the meaning they convey…

During times when I just wanted to run away..,
She showed me the way…
Not into the sea, but into the bay…
Refusing to leave until things were okay…

They say patience is a virtue..,
But little did I expect it to be a trait in her with strength like that of a marble statue..

Soft spoken are her words, yet rock hard are the meaning they convey…

She was the full bright luna..,
When I least expected to see even a twinkling star…

When deafening soprano of fear and despair hurtled in the air..,
She became my carol of faith…

Soft spoken are her words, yet rock hard are the meaning they convey…

When reality defoliated my canopy of dreams..,
She looked up and said that they paved way for new horizons…

When the maddening monsoons thundered with threatening black clouds.,
She became my silver lining of hope..

However hyperbolic this may sound..,
This is de facto…
For,
She is my lamplight,
my teacher…!