Shots

Shots

inebriated words
slipping through the shot glass
the tangy tongue
savouring salted sighs
in the company of chaotic silence
I gulp down anxiety
and feel it warm my numb lungs
thawing the icy exasperation
too mad to spill
through my shivering fingers
thoughts scatter
like fallen grains of salt
wasted in the process of balancing
day and night
hush...the world is lost in slumber
and I...I'm the worst amongst all
coz I'm drinking away my solidified tears
one shot after another
tonight I shall sip till the last drop
emptying what's bottled within
and savour the strong smell
of what isn't but could have been
the night is too long to end
but my bottle is empty
how do I fill it again...or spill out
what's been choking me all this while?

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The Best Is Yet To Come

THE BEST IS YET TO COME


DO NOT TRY TO HOLD ME.

I CAN'T STOP...I NEED TO GO.

I'LL SLIP THROUGH YOUR FINGERS,

AND YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW.

WHY DON'T YOU RATHER JOIN ME?

WE'LL TUMBLE THEN RISE SLOW.

IF I'M WATER, YOU ARE THE AIR...

AS YOU BLOW I'LL MOVE IN TOW.

YOUR TICKLES CREATE MY RIPPLES,

YOUR LAUGHTER ECHOES BELOW.

YOU AND ME, MY DARLING!

WE ARE SIMPLY MEANT TO FLOW.

THE PAST MERGED INTO THE MIST...

IT HAS VANISHED LONG AGO.

THE BEST IS YET TO COME,

THE PATH AHEAD BECKONS AGLOW.


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Lost

Lost

I feel I'm lost in a maze...

I don't know where I'm headed.

Am I walking forward? I'm in a daze.

I'm stuck in time as if suspended.

My thoughts have long thawed and melted

but my pen is still frozen.

What is it that needs to be mended?

What is it that's still irreparably broken?

One thought dissolves into another...

everything changes before I can get a grasp.

So I don't know how near or further

must I go...will my locked feelings unclasp?

I no longer find the zeal to write...

I want to curl back into my cocoon.

I must find my own peace and respite...

I must find myself again soon.


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Real

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Real

You see my lips...
draw the curve...
is that all your eyes observe?
You see my eyes...
hold my gaze...
do you even notice the glints of craze?
You see my cheeks...
with spots and lines...
have you ever spotted any sad signs?
That's how you see,
but never perceive.
Appearances can so easily deceive.
But who really cares
what's truly within.
Eyes aren't able to penetrate the skin.
Under those layers
of flesh and bones...
there's a real person not built of stones.

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Holding Hands

Holding hands

Late evenings – the pretty twilight,
the day carefully holds the hand of the night.
Stars slowly open their pretty eyes…
evenings are like their sunrise.
The trees can finally sleep tight
and dream about days beautiful and bright.
Quiet words that burn my frozen thoughts
like broken poems tied in knots.
As my warm breath merges into the cold air,
I feel good hoping to meet bliss somewhere.
While I start counting the heavenly light,
I too yearn to hold the hand of the night.

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Finding My Way

Finding my Way

Just like any usual day,
I’ve been trying to find my way.
I followed the flapping of wings…
contemplated over lot of things.
I chased the butterflies and bees…
I swayed with the happy leaves.
Tired, I sat by the pool,
the December breeze felt so cool.
Refreshed I continued to search…
at times almost ready to lurch.

The golden sky turned grey…
the clouds slowly moved away.
And then I saw diamonds in the sky,
mesmerized I stretched my arm high.
The urge was strong to pluck the spark…
but it looked too pretty in the dark.
With a silver arc smiled the moon…
reminding me to find my way soon.
I finally realised where I must go…
it will be a long journey, I know.

When the stars are here to lead me ahead,
I want to go as far as this sky is spread!


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She

She

She burned more than fire...
fighting for her own desire.
Reborn from the ashes of the past,
she stood tall- she's here to last.
Her tattoo is a reminder-
nothing can now bind her.
The phoenix shall rise again...
she is stronger than her pain.
Watch her soar free and high...
she is truly meant to rule the sky!

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Broken

Broken

A heart that doesn't beat anymore...
eyes that no more cry.
Nobody knows what happened before...
nobody cares to try.
Sympathy doesn't soothe the living dead
when cobwebs weave them a shiny shroud.
The cold ground finally becomes a bed...
memories don't know how to cry aloud.
Fighting alone the greying storms,
the exhausted sun bids adieu.
While the earth soaks in little warmth
from traces of yellowing hue.
In the end we fall like a broken feather...
ending up in the depths of abyss.
Relationships limited to fair-weather
never even find anything amiss.
Some still pick up broken fragments
and try to make something new.
Carefully avoiding deep attachments...
while preserving their tears as dew.
Those broken shards now hurt only those
who carelessly try to trample over them.
Cocoons are built so that no one comes close
Be understanding- try not to condemn.

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Wild Heart

Wild Heart


I lose my way like a wild child
amongst the tree-lined paths.
On the zigzag way less trudged
taking me across the creaking bridge.

A tiny forest stream flows unflustered
merging into a luminous lotus lake.
Just like the dribbles of departing rain,
I touch the streaks of filtered sunlight.

I watch the twisted branches of trees
holding one another tight.
I hear the constant careless chatter
of a waterfall over resilient rigid rocks.

The rustle of leaves are like whispers.
The autumn breeze's hums echo.
The swish of the stream strums the strings
of my upended unrhythmic heart.

I find rhymes in nature
and the calmness sought by mind.
Unaffected like wild butterflies-
my wild heart seeks to explore wilderness.

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Don’t Bind

Don't Bind

Nobody owns the stars...
nobody owns their sparkling light.
Nobody owns the birds...
nobody owns their willful flight.

Try to catch water...
it will fall through your hand.
The tighter you hold, 
more will slip the sand. 

Don't try to bind
the one who wants to leave.
You'll be better off
if you so believe.

For what and who is yours,
will always be by your side.
I hope you'll understand- 
pause, think and decide.

So don't try to bind something,
that's really meant to be free.
Just hold onto the moments 
and cherish the memory. 

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