Sunday, October 27, 2013


Doesn't get any simpler.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Unfinished Delusion.

I can vaguely remember
The color of your eyes
You're a fading memory
Even so
I like you this way
On the horizon
Receding with every step I take.
I will chase you to eternity
I will remain,
In the back of your head
If that's what it takes
We can haunt each other
Become nightmares
Become insomniacs
For each other's sake.
They will never know the difference
Once you and me
Remain together
In the wake of a dream.

I will drink to your sighs
That I'll hear in the wind
As I hear you missing me
under your sheets.
You can dance to the sound
of my keyboard in the dark
as I type away
The love we have made.
In drinks and ashes
In wine and matches
Its a poem we wrote
that we repeat under our breaths.
This story, half written
A tragedy of sorts
I like you this way
The unfinished delusion. 

Friday, October 25, 2013


I wish you knew
That every word
Every syllable I ever rhyme
This page of dreams and hidden fears
And every poem I have ever signed
Is all for you
Its all for you.
You are a thought preserved
Like albums and sketches
Like my little blue pen
And the figure it etches
A million times I have found
you in places
A million times I have lost 
you in spaces
You are hardly real
The tombstone of my life
I live an abstract
A poetry for a life...

Friday, October 18, 2013

He's here.

The first time my umbrella flew
And pulled me to the bank
of the great river
And showed me 
the breathtaking beauty 
of the city
While the rain fell on my
cheeks, caressing
my hair and my eyes and my lips
As you dashed me around in circles,
In an empty courtyard,
Where I could almost hear
The laughter of the children and
songs of the lovers
Who sat there, only hours ago
You made me a part of a place
I never thought I could belong
That's when I knew.
You were in the wind.
And you had followed me to my
new life!

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

The suitcase.

It's my suitcase of memories
My red suitcase of memories.

Your crumpled shirt
Hidden beneath a layer of my dresses.
Trying to peek out
I stuff it in further
For fear of bitterness and love.

My book of secrets
With all your letters and wilted roses
With all my darkness you never knew.
Hidden away, under your shirt
For fear of strange revelations.

A sketch of him.
Drawn in pencil, 
Neatly folded, in a white envelope
Stacked away, with your letters.
For fear of losing a part of me
You will never know!

The story of us
A blur of grey and silver
Anklets, bangles, and all other charms
Losing their color, in this winter rain
Finally, these drops of madness
Dissolve everything into ink and ashes! 

My suitcase of memories, 
Wasted and ruined
Its time to start afresh.

Everyday Rhyme...

I shall make a secret of you.

In an empty corner of my heart
hidden away behind all these shelves
Filled with people who will never matter.

I had rather shush every heartbeat
that beats for you and calls your name
The part of you that lives in me
Is best if it remains the same.

Your mortal form, your everyday self
Your riddles and rhymes you speak away
Will never hide the best of you
A glance of which I got one day.

And that bit of soul, that part of you
that sliver you let fly away
now lives with me, within this heart
that calls out your name everyday.