A Turquoise Leaf

I let myself feel vulnerable, I let myself open up to the possibilities to getting hurt and feel all the pain that there is, I let my guard down time and again and oh so quickly like you might’ve never seen before, I do all this to appreciate the small moments of love and comfort and happiness, But what’s life without a little delusion? To survive being human, one needs a robust garden of…

We are two very different soulsTwo different hearts, lovers and sighsI thought you were my sun and I was your moonAnd Earth was our lovechildWe see each other in passing and in my phasesYou are always glowing and brightening our worldAnd all I am trying to do is wax and waneSync my days with your presence and bloom more in your absenceWhy is this love about loving each other from distanceYou…

There is a place in my head,Not too fancy but just a bed,Just a bed in a room, somewhat bleak, dark and silent,Sided by a walnut bedside table with squeaky drawers,A dusty table mat and a broken lamp,An alarm that never rings and a watch that is always running,A pillow to lay down my crown,And a comforter, probably trying to be there.I take off my shoes and sit on the 250-thread count fitted bed…

What am I looking for? A mirror, a mic or a muse? To dive inside the capsuled domain of my reflection, To narrate the ballads and rhymes of my sins, Or to narrate you to you in questions or sublime answers,  In the middle of nowhere somewhere everywhere, Yet, still here. The probabilities might change slightly, enough for you to take a call, but remember, the objective of my observation…

A week more than 25 years,And I still can’t figure out the difference between if, maybe and but,“If we meet, we might see the stars”“Maybe one day it would be enough ”“But it could change the next time”It all means the same to me,Exactly same, could just be different plots on the time axis, yet the same line.So I always start with a syllable,Kinda rude, distant, occupied and mean,But it quickly…

If I am a painting, hang me in a silent corner of your room, Where the wall is covered with tarnished wood and the bed with tarnishing words, Where I get the space to understand the waves of my heart, And it’s perfunctory display of emotions, Where I could be a scribbled musing in between a Shakespeare, And exist by being someone’s love; lost, fought, immortal or dead, Where the darkness…

If I had to write essays about everything cliche, I would’ve picked you as the title And pen down your entirety in twenty six alphabets. One for your eyes, Two for your hair, Three for your lips, And Twenty others for your flare. But, you are too close to be an aberration, That I would need an exclamation, Every time your eyes went up looking for me in the middle of Orion, Your hair…

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If I had to bring up a daughter,

I know that it will be hard.

She would be the prettiest,

With a few scars and stitches all around her body,

Because I will not stop her,

From going outside in the field and play with those hard rugby balls,

Even when it is raining cats and dogs or when the bright yellow sun is shining in June.

Scars are for the good.

They will be like life stones with stories…

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The blanket of stars covered with clouds above and dryness in the grass beneath, I somehow felt warm in the cold mess under the blink of the spotlight. Resting my head on your left arm and holding your right hand with my right, we were reading the lyrics of a song someone suggested on the tiny screen of my cell phone held in my left hand.

The word ”Maybe” appears and you smirked a little knowing…

He kissed me with the passion that I couldn’t resist.

He held me with the warmth that I miss.

He made me realise my worth and even after knowing every bit about me, he said that he will make everything alright.

We made love with all my heart and body.

He promised me with a kiss that it is okay and he will be there but, woke up with no memory of all of this.

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Let’s make hate tonight,

In my arms for once,

And miles away for life.

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I want to write memories of how you changed my life into a dream, my body into a pair of curves and my soul into the little thing I never had.

I want to write easy words with complicated meanings which shall draw your ink from your heart to paper filled with scars.

I want to write the phrases you swallowed while penning down my intimacy with dots and lines.

I want you to read me, written on big…

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Pack your bags, carry enough food for the soul and collect your courage to go on a trek of judgement, jealousy and justice.

I know it will be hard to start the journey with the winds of judgement flowing through your mind.

I know it will be hard to take every step as you need to be careful about the steep jealousy in every nook and corner.

I know it will be hard to reach the top of the mountain…