Wednesday 29 August 2018

Saajna



                                                                                         

Perception





I have had my trappings.
And while one looked at it as a prison,
another upheld it as a sanctuary.


Who would choose to remain a building when given the option of being a sanctuary?
Would you?




Sunday 26 August 2018

The Photograph behind a Photograph




The one thing my little hypochondriac  heart will aways hold on to- 
Is that one photo I took across different colours of our life.
The one brimming with kindness. And another overflowing with love.
Still another chanelling a whacko. And then some more of the above. 

I will always hold on to them. 
to always remember the exact person I loved at that moment.

My God,
I was so proud to hold your hand. 

Tuesday 21 August 2018

Mathematics of Cupidity



I cannot possibly quantify 
the measure of time
or the pace with which it flows through me

I cannot justify the reasons why
or the duration that is dwells within

All I can comprehend in terms of any form of
mathematics of  this  life
are the times your hand is holding my hands and the times it is not.

Saturday 4 August 2018

Sometimes it takes two to be Alone


You are alone now and the curtains are drawn and the sun is shining outside and you will not see it for days.
You are alone now and trying to be stronger than you have any right to be 

You are alone now and waiting for the moment when even though you are alone, you do not feel it as much. 

You are alone now and looking for a way through the grass and the reeds and the ghosts and the sound of the crickets and the sight of me leaving. 
You are alone now and haunted by the past and what was and what could be. 

You are alone now and wondering where the time went and who it went with. 

You are alone now and your fingers are alone and your breath is alone and now you can get everything you wanted to do done and tick everything off the magic list you said you had, the one you said will eventually make you happy. 

You are alone now and trying to define the exact moments you miss, the slow movement of someone else’s hand across your skin that you keep coming back to. 

You are alone now and your hand touches empty air when you move it, to remember.

You are alone now and now you can do everything you couldn’t do with me, except be with me. 

Because I am alone now, too.


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