Paint me as a Villain

I painted my nails as you told me about her.
I didn't want to bother about what you told about her.
Cause all I wanted was the in lines of your jaw.
I wanted to kiss you,
Like the rain kisses the rooftops.

Trust me,
I really don't care of anything but the touch of your lips.

Not me, AGAIN !

If you have a lot of money and you don't know what to do with it,
Please don't spend it on me. Just don't.
Cause I can't afford to pay you in return.
All I can give you are my thoughts,
My rants, My lame jokes,
My presence, My smile,
And that might not be good enough for you to stay.

If you have a lot of time and you're planning to waste it,
Please don't waste it on me. Just don't.
Cause even if you give me just half of it,
I will give you my all.
Even if that means losing sleep,
Or working overtime,
Or coming home late,
And you might just be wasting time,
While I'm investing it on you.

If you're looking for somebody to love,
Please, let it be somebody else. Not me.
Cause you might not be sure, despite all your efforts.
I can't accept a half-hearted love though I'm not rich,
Or pretty, Or intelligent, Or talented,
But I can give love back 100 times more than I am given,
Through songs, poetry, and art.
And you might be looking for something other than that.

So please, please, please,
If you have anything, don't give it to me. Just don't.
Cause I can give you the universe and destroy myself in the process,
But it might not mean anything to you.
Cause you're just looking for someone to spend you're money with,
Waste you're time with,
While you're unsure if you're ready to love again.

Please, not me.
Not again.

MayBe

Everything is relative.

What is truth for you,
Might be a lie to someone else !

Perspectives vary,
Endless assumptions.

Facts are exclusive.
But we don't seek facts,
We seek comfort.

Maybe our existence is superfluous,
Maybe it is not.
Maybe we are all alone in this universe,
Maybe we are not.
Maybe there is maybe,
Maybe there is not.

Mine Waited for You

You let out sparks on my very being
that was once a star that died
and turned into a massive black hole.

But indeed Hawking's was right,
Black holes aren't that black.
Sparks are kept inside.

Mine waited for you !!!

Nothing in My MIND at All

Isn’t all of this strange? It’s not that we don’t talk anymore, it’s not that we don’t care anymore but tell me one thing – Was it necessary for you to make me feel that all that was one sided? Was it necessary to make me feel like an option?

Maybe you will ignore this too like the messages and calls and just pretend to be busy. So I guess I have to answer the questions all by myself.

Yes, it’s all strange. And I guess I will never find an honest answer from you. So this will be my last goodbye to those probabilities and what if thoughts too....

First Love - DAD

Too late we realize

That the first man

You really fell in love

Is your dad.

And that is the reason,

Each time you fall in love with a man,

You feel its never true

That's when you understand....

There'll be no one as your dad

EVER !!!

Childhood Painted with Dreams

The night sky looks

like my childhood,

like it was painted with my dreams.

So beautiful,

It's like Van Gogh's sky is singing tonight,

a love song.

The finest dance by molecules,

between a flagellating tongue

and a quaking ear drum.

A love song, the finest tune

played by life on the strings

of the universe.

This Generation

Heartbreaks in the night,
Fake smile in the morning to rescue,
from the melancholy of life.

Learned to cry without tears.
Love without feelings.
Broken hearts seeking for lots of attention.

Loyalty scoffed,
One who fights for a relationship are ridiculed,
Nobody believes in True Love anymore.

People who drown in the pool of loneliness,
at the end of a long party night.

Work for weekends,
Save money for wild nights & alcohol
To flee from things they cant escape from.

Ignore real people in front,
And yearn for attention of strangers.

A generation,
Where everyone knows the truth,
Ignores the truth,
Still complain of not finding it at all.

The Whole of Life is not Intense

To the others,
I stood at your shores,
Placed a mirror for you,
And you walked into me.

You walked into the caverns that stood below,
and found the rocky paths that I had made
with the wounds of my soul’s incarnation,
In this time and all the times.

You found the fires that were gently left,
Still glowing with embers for those
Who would seek to know where the essence lives.

The whole of life is not intense.
The whole of life is found during the night.
Where the eclipsed moon & sun make love.
I wonder whether God smile at it.

For new galaxies are made,
With each whisper of love...
Each whisper of grief…
And then the chariot is heard.
Far, far below.

The great dark one,
Emerges in his anger and wrath,
And smiles at the lone wanderer,
Who has tried to find its way to the truth.
The great truth of a soul,
Refuses to submit
Refuses to hand over the keys
To explain without merit.

A one Night Stand with PEACE

Some peace...
Some quietness...
Some turbulent free zone...
An evening of tranquility...
A morning of my own...
Settled nights,
With my covers and cushions cuddle me.

A dreamless sleep.
No sweet dreams either.
No, A dreamless, well rested sleep.
A daydream of positivity.
A garland of thoughts,
And I say garland as they don't have thorns.
Not that I hate thorns,
But I'm tired of living in cactii.

Not that I'm beaten..
I'm just tired.
Like soldiers are given
A night of rest in warzones.
I just need one day...
Just a one night stand with PEACE.

Koi No Yokan

Among the love we've lost, the love we've never had
We know there is someone out there.
We know who they will be like.
But we don't know whether
we'll ever meet them. Ever.
A gnawing emptiness inside our heart
Where they could have been. But didn't.
Its scary;
To love whom we never knew.
Or love everyone who come our way.
Its important to be grateful
For whatever connection we form.
With who so ever.
In whatever the circumstance.
Because it is important that we at least met.
Even if it is for a moment.
A day. A year. Or life time.
Its scary;
To love whom we never knew.
Or love everyone who come our way.
What if we had chosen not to meet.
Or delay it to other life times.
Or delay permanently.
What if we had never known
that the other existed?
Almost scary! Isn't it.
Its scary;
To love whom we never knew.
Or love everyone who come our way.

Nothing left Beyond the Bottomless Sky

But what if the thing that you've let go
Is the one thing that's keeping you afloat
In a world sinking slowly
Towards a bottomless sky
Where dreams have dried out
Long after sorrowful rains died
And left nothing behind
But a tear bow of shadows
And puddled gray?

A moment to Take in !

And yes.. I take the time to step outside and look up at the sky. Bask in the silence, take deep breaths, and just marvel at this universe.

You'll never know what you may see up there. And trust me, it's going to be every bit as beautiful.

Don't turn the page for your Daughter

If you have misunderstandings with your daughter,
Please don't turn the page for her.
Because, it breeds hatred.
Make her understand that,
Pages are meant to be turned,
But some are to be torn.
The pages not torn,
Are the ones that flip memories away.

The fact is,
Some pages may get stuck
Despite attempts to let them go.
Turn the page and let new stories be written.

But sometimes, you get to the end and realize that, 

that page was the best part of the entire book. :)

A mechanical world and you

You, another robot.
Waiting in the queue.

You Breathe and live
And will leave
With a promise of Netherworld.
What if same faces and souls await you ?
Same mundane hassle and same toxic air?

Dig your heels and fight to the finish.
This is real,
And do the rest as promised.

Collar Bone

In Elementary school,
I had a crush on a girl for 3 years.
She left one day
And never came back.
I never said a word to her.
Because I am very careful
At how I choose my words.

I see her again, !
And she tells me that
She's sure that I don't remember her.

But I remember clear.
That ponytail that lingered,
On the side of her collar born

Lie or Half Truth

The lie, predictable and comforting,
Only survives because everyone believes in it.
If enough people stop believing it,
It crumbles,
Revealing the terror & despair of the truth.
So by pretending to believe it,
You help others maintain their safe illusion.

Insanity is not about a right or wrong side, but about choosing which side of the lie you want to stand on. That is, of course, if you are lucky enough to even have that choice.

Your Voice.. All day Long

I could here your voice all day long.
Waves, Aqueous... Unruffled...
Caressing the trench.

If only voices can be kissed,
I'd kiss your voice Aeon.
As I hear the inner voice of our kiss,
My skull splits,
Brain hits the ground.

Waves, Endlessly Choppy.
Turbulent... Tempestuous.
Our spectators Gasping in awe,
The greatest art of all time.

Of the miracle that we are.
Our rustic smell of dirt,
Salty sea bed.
In every corner of our realm,
I admire the calm desolate.

The three A.M's
Made me stare at you.
The black pacific stray of light.
Tremulous Silver grey seabed.
The dim green tint, you'd just show me.

The beautiful thing about us,
Dark or light, eyes open or shut.
We are still who we are.

Its not magic.
There's nothing under the bed.

Silence -> Free

I loathe the silence within,
And yet I live in its belly.

I would tell you all there is to know
But silence is what shapes me.

There's no loophole darling,
All I've ever want to tell you is
"How the silence eats me
When I long to be free..."

Solar Eclipse

We are in a huge sphere
Floating in the outer space
Spinning at 1000 miles an hour.

Our celestial lover
Is cresting around the sun,
Blacking out the sky
Just to say a HI.

Don't tell me
That magic isnt real.

Love A man Like Poem

I loved you like a women
Who loves a man
She never touches.

Only writes to,
Keeps little photographs of...

I can Only LIKE you

I was drunk, cold and out
When I heard the devil serenade you
Something about your voice.

If his lips were a butterfly
It would forever sup
On the nectar of your lotus.
I love cracks and jagged edges,
Shards and broken pieces,

I can only like you.
I break everything,
Just so I can love them.

After all, what is happiness?

"Love", they tell me.
But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness.

On the contrary;
It's a constant state of anxiety,
A battlefield;
It's sleepless nights,
Asking ourselves all the time,
If we're doing the right thing.

Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.

In Search of light

In the absence of life,
Death flourishes like wild mushrooms.
Give me a chance darling,
I will find a beam of light
Behind those evil boundaries.

I wait for him, with the lights off

As I came to my room and closed all the windows and doors. Pulled the curtain on it to block every single pore.

At times I even use every piece of my cloth to make sure lights don't peep in, and suddenly all I see is Black and forget what's happening.

No words can describe the comfort I feel when its dark. But its not purposeful that I did not forget to lock the door.

Because I knew he will come and bring all the naughtiness I had seen in him earlier.

Enslaved !!!

And, then we begin to believe
That if we stay long enough
In the fortress we have built
To protect our heart no one
Will be able to hurt us again.

But, how do you, my love,
Stay in there for so long
And not wonder about
How safety has wretchedly...
Enslaved us !!!