Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Totally Psyched.

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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Labels and names.

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"It's getting dark. I should probably leave."
"No, don't. Stay."
"I need to get home."
"We can order pizza."
"I have to leave."
"With your favourite toppings."
"Please, you need to understand."
"I won't stop you from eating it with ketchup."
"It's over."
"What's over?"
"Us."
"What us?"
"You know what I mean, whatever's between us."
"What do you mean?"
"We cannot do this any longer."
"I don't get it."
"Of course you do! You're just feigning ignorance."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah."
"One pizza won't hurt."
"You know we won't stop with the pizza. We'll hurt each other. That's what we do. That's what we always do. Eating a pizza or doing anything for that matter never remain as a simple task of doing."
"Then?"
"What then?"
"I want to know where you're going with this."
"I'm telling you we'll hurt each other. That's what we do."
"Nonono...that's what you do. That's what you always do. You always have this vapid urge to run from everything you feel strongly about. It's what you do. You drop things cold, mid-way and never look back."
"I'm just not looking for someone I can emotionally invest in."
"But do you ever?"
"It doesn't matter.
"It does. At least to me."
"I don't know why we have to run in circles about everything we do. Do you derive some kind of fun from this?"
"I just want to know."
"Know what?"
"What we were."
"Some kind of an unfinished business."
"Is that it?"
"Yeah, not everything needs labels and names, you know?"



Monday, October 16, 2017

First home.

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I wanted to name our first home
after us,
after our love,
luckily for me,
I had several options to pick from,
ugh...where do I begin?
what do you think of naming it
as 'erratic'?
or do you like the sound of
'wrecked'?
because we won't be the first in
the history of having a
wrecked home,
but then, what about 'pensive'?
I like pensive,
it sounds chic,
what do you think?
you don't have to make a choice
right away,
no, really,
there are more names I could
offer,
I can find better nouns
and adjectives,
but let me warn you,
nothing might sound
more right than
'bygone'.


Sunday, October 15, 2017

There's nothing.

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I've been writing for days
about you
about us
about everything I struggled
to say
hoping my words will
move you
because I've heard that
words can melt rocks and hills
but after all these days
I realize
there's nothing that can truly
make you listen
to me,
really,
there's nothing
and now, I am out of
words too,
really,
I've nothing left to
say.



Saturday, October 14, 2017

I always thought.

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I always thought
we could wade through the storms,
walk through the grime,
get our hands dirty
to create beauty in the dark,
I always thought
we could spark lights
with stones in the woods,
craft our own happiness
through make-believe stories
we tell to ourselves
whenever we are bogged down,
I always thought
we'd never bow down
to the demands of what doesn't
matter,
and to the whims of what's judged
as right by others,
I always thought
we'd break free from our shackles,
walk free without hassles,
now it makes me wonder,
when did we stop a little bit of
dreaming and wandering?
when did we start surrendering?




Thursday, October 12, 2017

FIREFLIES.

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Our love bathed and drowned
in the metaphors of
fireflies,
it shone in the dark even with
a lifespan so
small.


Time.

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Time ebbs and flows in strange ways
with you around,
it rushes,
it quietens,
it pushes and hushes,
tugs and shushes,
time ebbs and flows in strange ways,
and with you around,
it hastens and flashes,
like a stream drifting without a
course.


Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Your absence.

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Your absence was heavier than
your presence,
it bent me out of shape,
leaving me with an unsettling
emotion,
like how the remnants of previous
night's storm
bring down the leaves and the
flowers.


Monday, October 09, 2017

My book ‘Warm Delinquencies’ is out.

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Hi, everyone,


My book 'Warm Delinquencies' is out on Amazon for worldwide shipping. This is my debut poetry and writing collection that deals with the matters of the heart.


To buy the book: http://bit.ly/2gnn6j9


The paperbacks (along with the Kindle versions) are available in the USA, India, Germany, Italy, France, Spain, United Kingdom, Japan. The Kindle version of the book is available in Canada, Mexico, Brazil, Netherlands, and Australia.


If you enjoy reading what I write, please order the book on Amazon and shower me with some love.


It would be great if you can leave me a review on Amazon, and on Goodreads at http://bit.ly/2yBdP1u

Thank you for your love and support.

Sunday, October 08, 2017

The Rebound.

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Why do I call you a rebound when you're all I think about?
My lips between your teeth,
Your hands on my thighs,
and your wet kisses on my neck,
I dream of holding you on my dark days,
and looking into the comfort of your eyes.

Of all the people I have been with,
you are the only one who was meant to
stay.

***
Hi, everyone. If you like what I write and you’re interested in reading more, you can order my book ‘Warm Delinquencies’ on Amazon. The paperback and the Kindle versions are out in the USA, UK, Europe, Japan etc. You can buy the Kindle version in India, Canada, and Australia. 
Here’s the link to the book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1549895052
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36353896-warm-delinquencies

Thank you for your love and support.


Tuesday, October 03, 2017

Nightfall.

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He sat by the window,
smoking into the air,
observing the people
across the street,
the clock was ticking
behind him,
reminding how time is
whisking past him,
he counts the number of
homeless people on the street,
and looks up at the stars in
the sky,
tonight, there weren't many,
the clouds hid them and tucked
them away from the world,
he sat by the window,
smoking another cigarette,
the nightfall has just begun,
with the clock ticking behind him,
the nightfall has just begun.



Monday, October 02, 2017

I'm looking for a city I can call home.

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“You take delight not in a city's seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.” ― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

I've heard that people fall in love with cities, get attached to them, and live long enough in them to call them home. I've fallen in love with various cities and towns but never lived long enough in any to get attached or call them home. Or never really ventured out for actually falling head over heels in love with them. I hate crowded places, so I avoid them. I avoid all forms of noise, confined areas, and I have curfew times. Surprisingly I don't mind having a curfew time because as most of my friends comment I tend to get most of my work done by 6 PM, tops 7 PM and head home. On rare cases when I end up staying out, be it in the city I live in or the cities I visit, I find those moments magical, driven by passion, and as you might conclude, I get attached to them. I become clingy to those moments and relive them inside my head a thousand times. A million times.

The nasty past about falling in love with cities is that you're heartbroken when you leave them. What you once called a home will no longer shelter you and your whims and caprices. And starting over is never a cream puff. Starting over after having a home so wonderful has the power of ripping us to shreds. I believe some cities and towns are truly potent enough to break us down and bring us to their feet. You get lost in their pandemonium, the people walking the streets like you and me - somewhat clueless, somewhat sorted. You can never call these cities and towns your own for thousands are doing the same. It's not your home when there are millions attached to the same skyline you wake up for. That's the problem, I mean. I can never get attached to cities because there will be many like me, who arrive and depart. Sometimes way before their time.

But I wonder, certainly wonder what it might feel like to venture a bit out of comfort zone, rip off my walls of caution, wander the by-lanes of all the cities I've lived in and see if I can ever call any of them my home. Maybe I cannot, but it might not hurt to try.

See I've heard that people fall in love with cities, get attached to them, and live in them long enough to call them home although I haven't yet.

But hey, I'm looking for one.
If your city has a vacancy for a homeless who fits the character definition of restlessly neurotic, stays indoor for a greater part of the deal and loves clear sunsets, let me know.
I might just sign up for it.


Sunday, October 01, 2017

Souvenirs.

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I've wasted far too many tears on
someone like you,
who refused to see the daylight in
my eyes,
who refused to shine even when
there were no storms
in the sight,
look at my arms,
my neck,
and perhaps my heart,
you've left far too many scars,
but after all these scars and bruises,
I still let you devour me in full,
see the problem is,
there will always be far too many tears and
far too many scars,
and we'll learn to call them far too many
souvenirs
when we shouldn't,
see the problem is, we still call them our
souvenirs,
when they just aren't.


 

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