I'm Tired...

I'm tired of making sense of all these words thrown at me. I'm tired of the constant nagging caused by your silence. I'm tired of being all by myself, alone, a leftover of "us."

I'm tired of not knowing what's on your mind, what are you hiding from me, what do you tell others about me. What do you want, or want not from me.

I'm tired of waiting, for the day, when we will talk and smile and laugh about all the silliness we've been through. When did we stop being silly together anyway? Why did that have to happen?

I'm tired of not knowing what makes you happy anymore. What makes me happy anymore anyway? Do you ever think of that? Do you ever lie down in bed thinking "what makes her happy?"

I'm tired of being the only one who makes an effort, to let you know I care. To make you feel valued, important. I'm tired of not knowing what you even think about my efforts.

I'm tired of waiting, for a sign to let me know what I mean to you. That never comes, and I just sit here and wait.

I'm tired of being scared that my whole world might come crashing down any moment. That all this is just a dream and sooner than later, I will have to wake up and face a harsh reality. There is no one to reflect against. I don't know where I'm headed.

I'm tired of waiting for someone to come along and be what I wanted you to be. To be what you were supposed to be.

I'm being pulled into the abyss that your absence has created. I'm looking at you, to save me from being swallowed by it, but you are too busy or you don't know or you don't care.

I'm tired and scared that I may not survive this. I'm more scared that I won't remain the same if I do survive this. I'm worried about what that will do, to "us."

I'm tired, of thinking, of waiting, of being...

Love, again?!

When you understand love, but don't want to fall in it again.

"Not wanting love" doesn't happen overnight, does it?

You have already been in love, perhaps too many times, too strongly, too weirdly, too unexpectedly. So when it hits you, you weren't prepared. And when it leaves, you can't bring yourself to fall again, can you?

You didn't know what was about to hit you. All you knew was that it felt great. So great that you had never felt that way before. You opened up, completely, unabashedly, totally and let love take over your entire being.

They entered your mind, heart, body and soul and you let them, opening more, crossing all your lines, never stopping. They seeped in, deep inside, so deep that even you were never aware of the places they touched and caressed within you.

You became the desert that craved their rain, the forest that needed their fire, the petals on which their loves tayed over like a dewdrop.

And you loved being loved. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. You, him/her and your love.

The whole world was just an aberration, a distraction from the love you had. At best, everything else was an accessory, to heighten your feelings and add to it.

So what happens when this love is taken away from you?

You fall. Hard.

The oxygen you've been breathing has been cut off. You've been thrown in an ocean but you had never learned to swim because you thought they'd never let you go/drown. But now what...

You manage. You struggle. You learn to swim in the indifference, in the love-lessness...

So now, you've learned all about love. But do you want to fall in love again?

I leave it up to you to decide that :)

She, He...

She, like a river, forever flowing, ever restless, ever growing, forever yearning

He, like a rock, steady, confident, ever observing, forever measuring, always there, for her

She, like a child, confused, unsure of herself, skeptical of the world, lonely

He, like a friend, a confidante, with arms as strong as she needed them to be

She, like satin, unspooling at his feet

He, with steady hands, unwrapping her gift


She, like the clouds, forever roaming, always on the lookout for something new

He, like the earth, stationed, with his eyes fixated at her 


She, the explorer, never content, forever rushing

He, the one who found the elixir of life, in her eyes


She, with an insatiable mind, always looking for ways to stimulate it

He, with a content heart, filled with his love, for her


She, with longing in her heart, for things unknown to her, drowning in the darkness

He, with love in his eyes and a tender touch of his hands, pulling her towards the light


She, moving away, from love, one word at a time

He, keeping her close, to his heart, quietly...




 

An Ode To My Muse

I wasn't prepared
I never could be
To handle the storm
That your calm eyes
Were about to start
In my heart

The first time I saw you
I went blank, numb
By your ethereal beauty
As if someone had crafted
Your beautiful face
Out of all the dreams
I had hidden away in my heart

You passed by
And I remembered
I needed to breathe
I couldn't move
For quite some time
While my heartbeats
Re-arranged themselves

I was reborn that day
By just looking at you
And I died multiple times
Whenever you sat close
Or looked at me

I waited everyday
With a bated breath
To see you
But pretended otherwise
The moment you arrived

I breathed in your fragrance
As if it were my oxygen
I soaked in your presence
As if it were my sunshine

I could never remember
All the words you said
All I could do
Was stare as your lips
That moved as if
They were the brushstrokes
That painted my soul
In colors unknown to me hitherto

Before I met you, love,
I was an epitome of calmness
But when you left
I had never been a bigger mess
And I'm still trapped waiting
In the moment you left

I made you mine in ways
I was never supposed to
And you remained a stranger
In the way you were meant to

You inspired my words
You instigated my silence
I wrote you, I read you
I loved you, I wept you...

I See You

I see you

What you try to hide
The ugliness of your being
The deceit, the lies
All these masks you wear

You desperation
To be loved
Without having to
Share the burden

Your loneliness
That kills your soul
Day by day
And all you can do
Is watch it decay

You blatant need
For a breath of fresh air
Your urgency
To have it all

The sameness of your life
Suffocating you
One routine task at a time

I see you, my mirror
For I am no different
I am you...

The Nostalgic 90's

Where do you even begin when it's the most beautiful part of your life (hopefully, if we are around the same age group ;)) But let me attempt!

A Poetic Take On The Nostalgic 90's

Of the first ride on the school bus
And sharing lunchbox with your friends
Of drinking Limca for the first time
And that first taste of maggi


Of watching Doordarshan
Huddled up with your family
Of Sunday morning Rangoli
Followed by the Jungle kid "Mowgli"

Of Ramayan and Mahabharat
And 70's movies on TV
Of Buniyaad and Nukkad
And the mandatory "DD News"

Of grooving to the songs of "Aashiqi"
And "Hum Aapke hain kaun"
Of going gaga over DDLJ
And falling in love with Shahruk/Kajol

Of playing real games
Not the ones on phones
Of not knowing how time passed
When you were with your friends

Of eating whatever mom made
And studying whatever Dad said
Of fights with siblings
And making up with hugs

Of saying "Namaste" to Uncles and Aunties
And playing with friends in the gully
Of going for the annual "picnic"
And attending the "New years eve" at the "Club"

Of Celebrating festivals
As a true community
Of actually visiting others' homes
And experiencing their hospitality

Of having your first crush
And writing their name
On the last page of your notebook
Then going for the ultimate relationship decider
which went by F-L-A-M-ES

Of the beautiful feeling
To move from childhood to teenage
When you were full of dreams
And nothing could stop you...

When Silence Speaks

They say, "silence is the food for the soul", and I agree. There's something about being still, covered in total silence, that helps us see ourselves more clearly.

In today's fast paced life, who really has the time for it? But then it's akin to saying that you don't have time to fuel up your car because you are too busy driving it. At some point, the car will stop and you will feel lost. It's the same with our "self.' It needs to be nourished and you need a regular maintenance system to keep it going.

Think of the best moments of your life. Chances are that you will remember the moment when you reflected on your happiness. When you savored what you really loved. That is the moment which you truly saved within your system.

In that sense, I believe that happiness is always lived in "retrospect." Sure, we experience a lot of happiness (or even sadness) in our day to day life, but the moment you think you are "happy or sad", that moment just passed!

And perhaps, that's why, it's important to reflect on what makes/made us happy/sad and this can only be done in silence.

In fact, I think silence is the biggest luxury these days! Think about it, when do you really have the time to be still and silent. From morning to night, you are surrounded by noise. And worse, we get addicted to sound/noise - be it music or any other sound.  Also, we meet so many people and greet them throughout the day, but do we meet and greet ourselves everyday?

Silence disturbs us, because when you are silent, you really come face to face with your soul. It asks questions, demands you to look within and try to find some answers.

So how about making silence a friend? How about we stop running from it and make a proactive effort to be silent for a few minutes everyday. To reflect, to savor the beautiful moments, to count our blessings and to meet ourselves!