How to Handle a Heartbreak

And they will tell you
There are a million things worse than heartbreak
They will tell you, how the right one
Will make it seem destined
How your heart will leap
Your soul will dance

But, you have felt all that
Haven’t you
In detail,
Every pause, every exclamation
You have marveled
How universe conspires
To bring people together
How it all makes sense
And that is why it hurts
So horribly
When they leave
It crushes your soul,
It’s as if a herd of elephants is trampling on you
So powerless,
The left part of your chest hurts
Someone is dragging him away from you
Your cruising heart doesn’t race anymore
The blood just lifelessly moves in your body

Heartbreak is like a mirror maze
Just when you think you find your way out
You run straight,
Crash land, face first
All that separates you and them is that piece of glass
You scream you extend your arms
They only see themselves.
It’s a mirror isn’t it

You wait for them
To come back and say it was all a prank
But what gives,
You see her coming towards him,
He is going away from you

I am not going to tell you
Move on
Let it go
It’s the past

No! No!

You can’t.
Your heart is broken for God’s sake
So numb, so lifeless
So delicate
Almost dead.

No, No

Listen to me
Sit on the bathroom floor
Strip yourself
Under the cold shower
Embrace the pain
Scream, weep
Hold yourself
For God’s sake burn
Be destroyed for once
Stop pretending to be okay.

Get out then,
Go back to your art
Paint, draw, write, sing
Dance or run
Sweat it out
Pour it out
Not to your office!
Not to the rebound
Absolutely not to the one that broke you

Let your canvases be black
Maroon, grey
For as long as they can
Throw colors at it
Let your poems be as miserable
Compare them to the sun and moon
And everything that your world revolves around
Write stories
Kill all of them on the paper
Kill yourself on the paper
Scribble till the ink runs out
And your hands give up
Then, one day,
Your heartbreak will seem like a mere human,
No more analogies
No more colors

You will notice how your art
Transforms into you,
Your colors,
Your genres
And to butterflies and cold winters
Hopeful summers
Travel stories
And your symphonies
A successful marathon
Or a masterpiece

Your pain is powerful
Let it consume you
Because when it leaves and believe me,
It will,
You will know what a gift life is
And you will heal
Your smile will be real
A little brighter
Much broader,
And they will tell you
There are a million things worse than heartbreak
Don’t believe them.





You and I

You and I
Are an old-school romance
Struck by chance
At a friend’s dance

You and I
Feel the vibe
But confused and lost in our own tribe
Our connection, we fail to transcribe

You and I
Writers in our own right
Words fail, our tongues we bite
But our lips find each other, every night

You and I
Move in waves
In separation, your touch I crave
The faint fragrance, of your aftershave

You and I
Taking turns to relish, on subways
On winter nights and summer days
Sometimes making love, other times a mere play

You and I
Earth and air
Secretive you, I lay my soul bare
Conspired by universe, this complicated affair

You and I
As if soul friends or just strangers
Of the night, through adventures and dangers
Old souls at heart holding the spirit of crazy teenagers






Dance of the Night 

Every night she rehearsed with him In a dim lit

In a dim lit studio,

Enclosed with mirror walls,

He held her by her waist

And her hand

She placed her delicate

Bruised arms on his shoulder

He looked at her

And she at him

She saw herself

Her battered bleeding lips

And her swollen eyes

Tightened her clasp

And they both spun

As in a ballet across the room

She was the piano, he the violin

Made symphony as they moved

Light as a feather

Their feet moved on the floor


His face as bright as the morning sun

Lighting her face as he looked

He stormed in closer

And move away in an instant

Closer and away

Close and far far away

And close again

Moving his fingers on her delicate lips

As his precursor to moving his face

Moving it closer to hers

At a distance that only a feather

Could cross


He tightened his hold

Spun her around,

Sometimes gentle sometimes harsh

Sometimes crass, and brash

He smiled,

That smile, a caution, of a

Lift to the skies and sudden fall

Losing all control

As she lost herself

He laughed as he

Picked her up and tossed her

And held her as she fell

She held her hand on his chest

As he held her close

Didn’t skip a step

But missed every heartbeat


His heart danced

Hers was numb

As if it was a race to the finish line


They danced every night,

As an audience of

A million stars watched

As they moved

Faster and slow

Away yet close

In circles and in piano tiles

Through waltz and ballet


And as the night died

All that remained was her and

Him, his ghost

And her battered self

He turned into stardust at every sunrise

And she burned in the ashes of the sparks

That claimed his life


Pied Piper

I turned up at his door

With a bottle of Wine

Drunk already

In liquor

And in him

Struggling to stand

Wearing a smile

Knocked thrice

Called out his name

Until he opened the door


Fell straight into his arms

When it finally opened

“Are you the pied piper

I am looking for”, I asked him

“Who are you?”, he asked as he

Helped me up

“Rat, they call me”, I squeaked

As I struggled to stand straight

“Wine from this young lady”, I offered

As it was a trophy

For being so irresistible


He saw me as I was some sort of

Crazy, bonkers

He was right,

I was standing at his doorstep

Drunk on a Christmas night

“Dance with me”, I begged

As I held his hand


My heart leaped

So oblivious his demeanor

Did he know, oh did he

What he was doing to me


We danced the night,

Until our lips found each other

And we crashed on the floor

Staring at the ceiling

“It’s Christmas”, I said

As I climbed on him like a rat

Measured the length of his face

Pulled his nose

Cupped his face,

“Tell me, are you the pied piper?”,

I whispered breathing all over nape


He tugged my hair,

“Rats, I tell you”, he said

He pulled me close and rolled me over

Against his charms, there wasn’t a cover

The rat gave up, wasn’t going to leave

The city

Until he did and then,

Following the pied piper to where ever he would go.