poetry

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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Soon

And I have been crazy about lit rooftops

Aeroplanes flying above

Colorful drinks

And psychedelic smoke

A skilled boy with his flute

And Tansen on his electronics

Producing music and one of a kind

I like to crash in the corner

Watching people

North wind brings crazy winters

Carrying the flute sounds

To a faraway place

Where you and I would be occupying

The same space

At the same time

And just maybe then

You will love me

As I love you

And I will amaze you

Just as you amaze me

Until then all we have is a

Spectacular evening

Under the evening skies

When people chase highs

I will lose myself to the groove

Hoping you’d also be here soon

poetry

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
Completely
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.

 

 

 

poetry

November Sun

I believed storms make

Greater scenes for love

Until I saw the golden rays of sun

Peeking through the window

And radiating through your face

Who’d say fire was so breathtaking

Unless they saw you that evening

Comfortable in your own skin

Over a cup of tea

Reading Murakami

As I experiment with my phone camera

And my substandard skills

Trying to capture the moment

And failing miserably

Listening to the soundtrack, Bugs

Kissing you in my head

Dying a little on the inside

Trying hard to not spoil this moment

You look up for a brief moment

And smile

How’d you know, you been residing

In my heart, for a while now

The sun in its full glory

Graciously shines on a cold November evening

I believed words were beautiful

Until silence made more sense

Lost in our own separate worlds

Now intertwined

Soon, the sun would say goodbye

And you’d still read away to the night

While I’d listen to bugs on a loop

And we’d crash on the same bed as

The day ends

You’d pass out to dream

And I would reminisce your golden face

Radiated by the sun

poetry

Love in Paris

Making art by the day

Painting french girls in a certain way

They lived in the city of Paris

Had no money, no riches

Sometimes a sandwich was all they could afford

And some cheap wine and cigarettes

Stuck with each other through thick and thin

Dreamed of Mad money

And great love

 

Made love to each other by the night

Blindfolds and tied hands

Throwing colors on bare skin

Lips so raw knew no sin

Kissed till they bled,

Colored the canvas red

Drunk and dazed, masterpieces they created

Sat by the roof overlooking the Eiffel,

Dreamed of Mad money

And great love

 

He knew her shades and her edges

She knew the feel and contours of his skin

In a dimly lit room

Night after night, for years

As the hands of clock went in circles

So did they,

Sometimes wasted on each other

Other times on strangers

Touring the city on foot

Dreaming of days when

They’d have mad money

And great love

 

Until one day, they had their key

The art degree

She had to move across the globe

Back to her home

He was to stay and teach art

At the University.

Both had their dreams take flight

They’d have mad money

And great love

 

 

Their last days

They drank all the wine they could

Wine and cheesecake

And everything their money could buy

They’d never see each other again

He felt bitter

She ached

For they had both have

Mad money

And great love

But not each other

 

She wished he’d say

And he wanted to hear her mouth those words

But was it too late

They pondered

While masked it with all the colors of

Better future to come

Until the day arrived, and she left

With a hug

And a heavy heart

 

All his art was her,

All her canvas was filled with his colors

Until she couldn’t take it anymore

She returned to Paris

At his door,

Waking him up from his first

Peaceful sleep after she left

Only to find her

 

“Marry Me”, he said as he held her hand

“Right away”, she cried

 

And together now they

Dreamed of mad money

For all they had was now

Great love