poetry

A trip to the hills

A relationship is like a trip to the hills

It’s frenzied

Exciting

The winding roads

The cool breeze

A marvel of creation

Up and up you go

To majestic trees kissing the cloud

A hint of rain

And you get out of your comfort

For the first time the wind

kisses you

And your lips quiver

You run for cover

But the wind is teasing

And your stomach trembles

As the chill runs down

And you find that spot

Warm lights

And you want to cry

Because you don’t think

You deserve to be happy

And as if happiness is ecstasy

But you are sober but you are high

Gardens, lakes, mountain tea

And you take bird’s view

You see the borders

Of the land you came from

As if it’s foreign now

You don’t know how you lived there

But it doesn’t matter now

And life is a walk in the park

Park is full of roses

They have your name there attached to

A surname that’s not yours

You are amused,

The sun’s right on top

But he’s kind too

And then you are in the middle of a lake

There are hills everywhere

And wind gets to you again

Like a lover that can’t keep his eyes off you

And a lover you can’t resist

You let him have you

Because you can’t resist God

You can’t resist nature

And you can’t say no to love

The weather is stormy

You are aware at any point

Mountains can flip and carry everything

But that doesn’t stop you

You will die for this won’t you?

More gardens, more lakes

More tea, a cold dark church

You go on your knees

Touch your head to the floor

Maybe for the first time

And maybe for the last

you say ‘one more day Lord,’

‘One more day,’

But somewhere you know

Nothing lasts forever

And higher the climb

Deeper the fall

And then inevitable happens

Home beckons

Actual home

And then he can’t have you forever too

The logistics don’t work with love

The facts are funnier

And you are shoved in a car

Not enough time for goodbye

But no amount of time is enough for a sayonara

Sometimes even a lifetime won’t suffice

You leave

Seven hairpin bends

It rains as if your love is sad too

And you believe he is.

It won’t take him long to

Kiss another Pluto eyed girl

But it’s crying now

And you descend

All alone

And frenzy fades

The mist clears up

The mountains get farther and farther away

And you see the flatland

Humidity hits you

But you were there before

Weren’t you?

Why then, it feels cruel this time

Why then, it hurts a little more on the inside

Why then, do you feel lost in your own hometown

You reach and look into the mirror

And you see what he’s done to you

He’s burned you enough

To make your cheeks red

And your skin pale

He’s defeated you enough

To make you human again

But a different one

A kinder one

And you reevaluate all that you know

But not now

Now you want to sleep

Because you are tired

And wind’s not hugging you anymore

But at least you are home

And you will get out again.

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We’ll live in pictures.

And we will only remain in pictures

Someday

They will look at our still faces

Remember us in full glory

Naked, as sunset pours in

Smoking some weed

Sipping some wine

Rebelling against this life set for us

And you take the back door

Like an intruder

Pushing me against the window

As smoke covers us

Darling Notre Dame is on fire

And I wail and

You push

And I moan

As the fire rages

In myriad shades of destruction

The people gather on the ground

Unaware of us

As I turn over and take control

The heat radiates through the city

The firefighters swarm like flies

And sparks fly

As if sky is in love with the Notre Dame

They say it stands like sun among the stars

I clench my fists

I curl my toes

And rage against you

As the lady of Paris takes on the fire

The magnifique glows

People sing Ave Maria

In a chorus that ring through my ears

As you feast on them

Teardrops roll from my eyes

To your lips

And I scream

As you cover every corner

Is it too late now to stop

Can I salvage parts of self

And squeeze my legs together

You grip the window grill

And our eyes point towards the sky

As the spire comes down

So we do we on the bare floor

Exhausted

We take a final picture

Of the Notre Dame

With our perspiring skin

Glowing like gold in the dark

Holding for each other’s lives

As the the Dame radiates

In myriad shades of red and orange.

Darling all beautiful things

come to an end

All beautiful things

Including you and I

And we will live

In motion pictures.

Pic Courtesy: Twitter

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ABC’s

As I lay awake

Beside you

Catching my breath, you

Dig deep darling, through

Exotic corners of me,

Fireflies flutter like your

Glowing eyes, clouding my

Hazy vision.

Intoxicating on love, I whisper

Je t’aime. Maybe this’ll

Kill us or will you

Let me live

My dear friend? We lay

Naked under the

Open sky

Posing like the celebrities cutting the

Queue, we

Race to the

Sunset, your fingers

Topple and trip

Unfurling ourselves on

Vacant lands in

Wilderness playing

X’s and O’s as

Your kisses give life to

Zephyrs in my heart.

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How many times.

The fire crackles

the waves roar

pale moon light pours

into your roof

The world around us

is lit in fluorescent

The ice blue

coldest colour

in the summer heat.

I have to leave now

Oh how many times

I have fallen in love with you

How many times I have died

on the inside

But I have to leave this town

We can’t walk down

this path again

So I hurry

I scurry in haste

through the buttons

Bury my lips on the side of your neck

Because it’s getting late

And I have to leave

But darling how many times

I have fallen in love with you

How many times I have died

on the inside

But I have to leave this town

We can’t walk down

this path again

You push me away

pull me closer

We can fly

But you want to swim

You show me oceans

And I show the space

We meet at horizons

Mere tangents

Intersect and then we deflect again.

So I part in silence

And let my love go deeper down

Cause’ I have to leave this town

now love

Oh how many times

I have fallen for you

How many times I have died

on the inside

But I have to leave this town

And we can’t walk down

this path again

But tonight we burn

and we drown

As you sleep

I leave this town

We may not be old

But we ain’t wild no more

just between times

Spaces and lives

And we will meet again

Oh how many more times

Will I fall in love again.

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Perception

On an unfortunate day

Truth and Lies consummated

The love child was named perception

Good heavens! Could the world tell

Who that child took after

Truth stayed at home

As bland as it was

It’s power concealed

Lies traveled across the world

Interesting but hollow on the inside

Perceptions was a troubled child

A brat, learned manipulation from dad

Power from mum

Leaned to either parent as per convenience

One day when they were useless

It moved ahead on its own

You ask me what it does now?

Oh it runs the world

It’s the kingmaker.

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Barefoot

Walking barefoot on the burnt ground

Where once lay love

Now lies barren land

Stray stones

And cinder.

A musk smell of the fire

that once burned.

My feet hurt now

Blend with the earth

As I leave footprints and then

Vandalise them in a haste.

Poetry has lost his essence

And life it’s purpose

Heart only pumps blood now.

What if Phoenix never rises from these ashes?

What if ashes are mere dust?

Our love an illusion?

What if you were never mine?

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Lion’s Story

One day it shall be the lion’s turn
to pick up the pen
and tell its side of the story,
Then the hunter
you will learn he is a coward
who hid behind the tree.

The lion knows
the humankind is hopeless
they will only side with their kind.
Oh they will say
the hunter is old
But the poor lion has lost his home.

The lion will wail
for he has lost its pride
that now hangs on the hunter’s wall
his children will weep
for they believe their parent is not wrong at all
But what do the children know
that the hunter one leg in his grave
is still plotting his final kill.

The lion knows
the humankind is hopeless
The oppressor cries foul
while oppressed are further silenced
Oh they will say
the hunter is old
But the poor lion has lost his home.

The lion writes fearlessly
for it has lost all that it could
not afraid of dying.
But lion roars refuses to go down
without a fight.
The hunter boasts of his younger son
He knows all about lions he brags
Lion sees cowardice in his eyes
the son will only strike at night.

The lion knows
the humankind is hopeless
the hunter’s son has
never walked the forest
still dreams of being the king
While forests see it all

The lion can tear apart the man’s heart
and leave their futile body
to the vultures
It doesn’t even seek their dark soul
and their venomous heart
But hunter’s son, true to his filthy blood
will attack the lion
with treachery.
Maybe he will kill the lion
the lion will not go down
without its side of the story.

The lion knows
the humankind is hopeless
and dies laughing at their false pride.
The forest burns itself down in pain
And the hunter dies in the fire of his rage.