Glitter and the Wind

Days that feel like a hurricane

There are moments so soft,

Calm like the one before the storm

Then there are the silent ones,

Sweet like the one after the fall

In between are those, with silence echoing

Like a shrilling buzz in my ears

Pulling me down into the depths

Under the beds of the ocean

Under the rocks and the pebbles

Under the weight of my heavy mind

Watch me writhe and twist,

Throwing me into the wild fire

Into the sparks and the flames

Into the shards of the glass

Into the splinters of my broken heart

Watch my eyes burn and melt,

But those make me feel alive the most

Cos' there is nothing more I crave then,

Than the sweet thought of grave.

dha magar jahan chupa gayi nahin wahan nazar

Pallavi Mahajan

Its summer and here I am

Standing on the edge of a cliff

And I watch as you spread your wings

And you rise up from beside

Leaving me with the other few who says they are gonna stay

And then comes the winter and I lose that part of me, part of my soul

She cries as she soars into the sky

Then she sees the pitfall that was beyond the edge And I stay back and watch the tears turn into that smile

The smile that turned my insides feel all warm and calm

And it still did the same when she soared into the oblivion

Leaving me with the last one to keep me away from the edge

And I wait, wait, wait

Wait for the next Summer, for the best one to leave

For then I ll be free to pass over the edge like all the other three

But I won't be rising like the phoenix

Instead I fall, fall, fall

Into the dark hole beyond the edge of the cliff

There is a place I found

Might not be as serene as a beach

As peaceful as a night under the starry sky

As beautiful as a mountain top view

But I find warmth in the cool wind

I find peace seeing people go on with their lives

And I find beauty in everything when I am here

So yeah, I found a place to be me

Be it amidst the crowd

I want to paint. 

Not using a brush, a cotton swab or color pencils

But with my fingers.

I want to paint

Not on the wall next to my bed, on a canvas or on a tile

But on you. 

I want to paint you that shade

The shade of grey and green, you and I were wearing the first time we saw each other

The brown your eyes were the first time we talked

The blue the sky was when we watched the sunrise together for the first time

The yellow those post-its were, on which we wrote notes to each other

The pink the ice-cream was that we shared that one time

The orange the sky was when we watched the sunset together the last time

The red that you said my face turned to when I got mad

The black your eyes turned to when we had our last fight

I want to paint you

In all those shade of colors I don’t have a name for

I want to

Yes. I have changed. Of course. Who doesn't ?

It has been 18 months after all.

That crushing pain in the beginning,

That used to make my eyes brim with tears,

That used to make me clutch my chest,

Wondering when it would stop,

Has changed into a dull ache now.

Though that pain still visits me when it is dark,

I miss you

But I don't know why

I never had you

Cos' you said goodbye

I never loved you

For me to say

I would rather be awake

And think of all the moments we had

And all the other moments we did not

I would rather be awake

And regret not saying all the things I wanted to

I would rather be awake

And dream a thousand dreams

Of you

I would rather be awake than be asleep