Are you okay?

The false crinkles that bound your eyelids,

After having gibberish pretentious giggles,

And when you say you are okay,

Your whole world seems to be a mirage of desert.

Your eyes speak louder than your words,

Your smile is a rare beauty I get to see,

And when you say you are okay,

Your whole world seems to be a trap.

The way you hold on to my hand,

Refusing to let go for you love me so much,

And when you say you are okay,

Your whole world is captive you are trying to escape.

You don't show or tell it to anyone...

You want to fade away as someone's dream,

You want to run away and hide in the dark,

You want to be here and so much want not to..

And when you say you are okay,

Your whole world is falling apart.

And even after knowing all this, I ask you, 

"Are you okay?".

"Are you, my love?".

Why.

Tell me why,
empty passages
are not so empty
with just one extra person.

Tell me why,
lonely tunnels
are not so scary
with just one extra person.

Tell me why,
sad nights
are not so uncomfortable
with just one extra person.

Tell me why,
the milestones
are not so far apart
with just one extra person.

Tell me why,
those pictures
are not so absurd
With just one extra person.

Tell me why,
none of us
still feels like ,
that one extra person,
despite being so.

How to love yourself?

HOW TO LOVE YOURSELF?

i.

How do you seek for the love you have never,seen never felt, never wondered about. About the precious moments that you make work to make things about you work and you so much fiercer amd wiser.

 

ii.

The exoskeleton of strength you built fighting the world day in and day out,hidden underneath which is the mess of emotions and unpredictable thoughts that makes the core being of the real you. The bold strokes of colours on the canvas of your soul hidden by the monotone of your shell.

 

iii.

You are the rolled up sleeves and dirty hands,oh so gentle across your cheeks. You are shoes worn form wandering and wanderlusting. You are a coin, a coin with two sides sharing the same metal. You are the annoying optimism ,with a belief that things can and always will get better.

 

iv.

What is a love prettier than rain?

Pitter-Patter fell the rain drops off the clouds, fearless as they pretend. Eager to embrace their fate destined to them either to turn into a pearl in the womb of a shell deep in ocean's depth, or to just attain its sandy desert casket.

 

v.

All I ask my darling is for you to stop being stuck in a loop of meagre things, morning this, evening that. Look my love for the purple skies, the diamond-studded nights, the moon light in your solarium that blinds, leaving behind the fragile glow of your passion. And believe me, it will guide you home.

 

vi.

How indeed do you break the stereotype of the things you think you have in control, later spite you in ways you could never think of. Break them. Because you are anything but a stereotype.

 

Together Us

The winds had our scents

the rains couldn't tell lies,

In that moment, we dreamt,

With our open eyes...

 

We had finally met,

a bouquet of roses,

with our heart melt,

we forget our losses...

 

The dream was followed,

for the sun to wake up in our light,

so the window borrowed,

our untainted sight...

 

Now the ball of fire can rest,

in our glory it breathes,

so we will save our love for the rest,

Cause out of jealousy, the moon at night,

it bleeds...

 

 

 

More than meets the eye.

Ever care to wonder there's something more than meets the eye??

Driving around in a car watching the blur of mobile and immobile beings just moving past you.

The trees that shed the flowers like little ballerinas in a snow globe twirling to the song of the wind.

The laughter of a street jester, the cries of a baby demanding to be fed,the vivid noise of the speakers that vibrates to the passerby's heart.

The foods, the smells, the faces, the language, the noise, the silence. The deafening silence waiting to be heard.

May be there is more than the blur while you drive, you could be the possible blur going in and out of the focus. The state that changes with every possible step waiting for the change at every nook and corner.

The world that only seems to disgust a look at the ugly face fails to uncover a pretty face of its deviled heart. If only what met the eye was enough.

We see, we despise, we curse little children knocking over the windshield for pennies to feed the family. If only it met the eye of a 10-year old becoming the bread winner, of him having to toss his childhood to a pyre his parents were fed to.

Hate the look of somebody's shoes? Mismatched, over worn, repaired over and over again or just simply torn. You wouldn't know how hard he worked to own a pair. If only the struggle could travel with the light of appearance, and your feet walked in his shoes.


We see the world. We claim to see every thing that meets the eye, but may be there is more than what makes its image on the fovea capitis.
Every person a different legend. Every face a different story. Every scar a different history. All of it miles apart and still interwoven to the threads of their literal being, together in the tread marks they left.

We claim we see.
We do indeed.
Though only see.

Choice

What does the ocean do with the tiny drop that just became a part of him, the drop that with just a tiny little plunk had suddenly become huge and wide. Does the ocean just wash it ashore,alone or have it make the sea a force so gigantic no walls could bind?

 

Do the drops have a democracy of their own to veto to let go or just hold on?

 

How does a tree cope with its leaves,those who turn colours like that of a chameleon, a different hue for every day of every season they go through. Does the tree shed them off hoping for his new companions to bud soon or just let them be the way they are all throughout whatever the phase?.

 

Does it have the metabolic sensors that beeped everytime as if to help it decide to let go or just hold on?

 

What would a flower feel while being robbed off their nectar by ting bugs that feed on them. Does it let that mini creature feed of its sweet juices or trap them only to feed itself in disguise?

 

Would the nature just put on a program in them decide to let go or just hold on?

 

With the complex and one of the most meticulously smart structure fitted in the cranial vault, The brain that would work faster than any machine known. The nature made the human independent of its signs, programs,omens.. Well fate as many of us may call it. Still all the calculations and theories and even more theories go to vain to make a decision for oneself, do you let go or just hold on?

 

How many theories you put to use, the laws that you thought defined your existence, the pros and cons you jotted down on that legal pad.

  

Do you let go of anything and everything that has both the ability to make you reach the greatest heights and a power to break you down to the pieces incurable. Or just hold on till it builds you into a hollow person?

Neither the democracy, the sensors nor the programs would make the decision to let go or to hold on, Then what does?

 

What makes the universe to decide which essential evil it allows to shape itself??

 

What makes you choose if to let go or hold on?

Ever said

It was me sitting in the rear most end of the class staring through my big bug glasses vividly on the board...

You said, I was a geek to the core and only for someone special who deserved only more. Because you said, you knew me, You said it will always be about me, You said it will always be you and me...Us Together.. It will always be...

Because, you said...

 

Just as I see you stepping down on your knee with all of your friends around us.. Because you said, They were the best..

Just then did you pop the question.. You said, I was your beloved and you would want only to be with me when your grey and old... You said, I was cherished and loved and everything beyond.. You said, It will be rosier now that we would be together..

Because you said...

 

That day seeing you walking up and down the hospital corridors screaming at the staff, gazing through emergency room doors..

You scream, you shout.. You said, you will keep me grounded... You said, you will be enough for us and our baby enough for you.. You said, we would be your world now and forever..

Because you said...

 

Today stepping over the motel curb, shaky at the knees and with trembling fingers ,a cold chill runs down my spine...

Just because you said,I had never been pretty enough.. You said, I had never been good enough.. You said, I'd never amount enough to belong to you.. You said, Our.. Yours and mine forever had expired...

All this time..Because you said, but now do I realize...

 

You only ever said... Never did.