dec-ember-ist

What overwhelmed you so profusely that you saw no hope or end?

They call you foolish, selfish- a coward

But I think you were too brave to cross the line alone...

I feel things too deeply...that is true.

I know what I feel...but I don't understand it,

To you it comes naturally

The rhymes, the crimes and the cards

You paint a masterpiece - a perfect picture

You line the dominoes, you device the strategy

One touch, I fall...in your direction

One glimse and you find your prey

A smile and now I am your accomplice,

in the game of truth and dare...

But what if the tables turned,

and you played your king before an Ace?

At your wit's end, you sit and stare...

You shine like the setting sun on the dark depths of my mind...

Never stirring a whirlpool within the calm waters but leaving your warmth behind everyday

I try to find solace in books and music and flowers.

I miss you like an old song...

That I keep humming without lyrics,

the smile on my lips never fading as i sip my tea, letting its warmth seep through my fingers.

I miss you while I underline certain lines of poetry,

hoping to read it loud to you some day.

My yearning blooms each day as I decorate my room with fresh flowers.

It's aroma reminding me that something as sweet as love exists...

and shun death in fear.

Miraculously, we fall in love 

as if the curse isn't real.

Wish light upon our world

while we slumber in darkness.

Associate science with truth

If I called out your name over the waves, will you hear it whisper in the sea shells at your holiday house ?

One got homesick and ran back crying

Two little birds hit the night club

One got drunk and refused to leave

One little bird remained alone

She sat and pondered so long

A fire was lighted, a witch was burnt

From dusk till dawn she twitched and groaned

By afternoon she was all gone

No bones or ashes left to be buried or thrown

A messenger arrived that evening 

With proofs of her innocence 

'What a pity!'- cried the righteous town

And shut the door to their homes

A fortnight later, they caught a prostitute

And pelted her with stones 

They called her a sinner and left her with snakes

For days and months she rotted and decayed

While the HOLY men of the town (who)

now eat and sleep with their wives,

Once walked down the deserted road (to her house)

With the first rays of the sun

I creep onto my side of the bed (quietly)

You groan and turn around in sleep

and wrap your arms around my waist.

With your fears and my weariness gone

your nightmares give in to my day dreams.

Piercing our timezones, we briefly meet

under parallel skies- our universe drift (without collision)

Before you wake up for your morning job

Now you steal sequins off my dress at midnights

Don't know what you do with it

when I go through gray days and starless nights

Exactly when did your love deep-like-the-ocean

overflow enough to fill my lungs (I cannot breathe),

The stars I wished upon struck my city

like a meteor strike

I closed my eyes to the tragedy

I held my breath, counted numbers (vanity)

There was the ticking before the explosion

Except for the lines you penned down

And the ink you bled

I meet you in my dreams-

By the lake right before you jump in

Now frozen by the winter chills

Between the desolate woods 

Tired of it I sit on a bench as it begins to rain lightly I watch as the rain drops meet the stillness of the lake...causing ripples tiny concentric circles filling and disrupting the meditative waters.

The music changes in my earpods- now a women singing about her dead grandmother regreting of not being able to hold on to her things tightly knowing that "every scrap of you would be taken from me" , her signing her name gracefully.

I stood up unable to breathe or hold my tears being reminded of my grandfather's books being thrown away to rag sellers and how he signed his name on every opening page...