What does one get Waiting, arms stretched wide For raindrops The clouds are not in the sky The clouds aren't there at all. The arms remain, the palms hope. What is hope, then Is it any different From creating clouds? More rain. But Never did rain harm Rain just knew one thing It had to fall, so It fell, knowing not whom upon Or where, road or marshland Wanted or unwanted It fell, not knowing what it did It knocked on doors, formed tributaries On window panes Extinguished thirst, inspired poetry Destroyed oil lamps, facilitated growth And then It submitted itself with old friends Puddle of joy and mirth With an open invitation To feet and boats. 

Give me a chance to submerge you in the past Let’s start with your smile that caught my eye, Or we could start with my eyes, that meddled with your concerns. From comforting walks and easy talks To hours of dicephering what the other meant. I remember you placed a leaf on the back of my palm And ran your fingers repeatedly to trace my veins And once You sat there looking, absolutely still, at my head, and how the wind put my hair in a state of Chaos. I never understood what you were, and when I asserted very proudly that I did, I was lying, only lying, just that. You became a yearning, one that I urged to hold in the morning For even my coffee reminded me of you, the way your scent blended with it’s aroma. You were meticulous in your ways and I was hounded by imperfection. We had been churned together for a long time, to form something different That was the intention, to differ, to vary, which soon became the cause For much ado, and worry. And the story gets gory, w...

Create some ripples in my daydream already Although shooting stars and fast cars are keeping it steady Slap me on my back or tease me by my name Your old jokes  do  all  the trick s  all the same Your shadow gives a soft sigh, crawling away Eyes that are a deep trench with no words to say You’re clouding my diary, what I’m jotting down is fiery Love disguised as loathing the whole of May.

Mismatched, unthought of Leading me through waves of doubt Waves of you, reverberate as they wash me over, wash me over again. Patient murmuring, hindered buffering, Obstructions in thought, obstructions in action A tingling feeling clenches my spirit. A rising rises in a heart that is so used to beating, worn of loving, but continues to love, with the same capacity. Eyes start to close, gradual and simple, you can't help this now. Eyes start to close so you can sleep again, rest a hassled heart and impatient legs, A confused mind with little to contain.

Eventually life teaches us that everything has a way to backfire. The fire in our backyards, the hope in our thirsty minds. Eventually, we realize that we spend substantial amount of our lives unlearning the things we learned, stories we grew up with, lessons we abided by. That forever is best said in the end, when ever has been reached for, and when the glamorously styled words 'The End' flash on the last screen in our series. That promises and commitments are best made occasionally, and taken care of promptly. That Love is not a sacred word, and we have and will love people despite acknowledging it's tremendous power and the things it makes us do. That thunderstorms are better than little trysts with happiness, and that they swivel into our lives only later. That we pretend too much, and do the things we advice others to cut loose from. That we advice too much, and know too less. That we believe we know a great deal, with life stepping in each time to flip the entire ga...

Easy breeze blows above my head, nonchalant, surprisingly gallant. "Let me take your hand and lead you to a place where phases end, and thoughts fly away." Romancing my spirit and breathing into my hair, the breeze whispers words from another time, rubbing calmly over my scars, sugarcoating my wounds and promising me, A Better Reality. The sun is wiser, the sun knows better. "Do not trust the breeze", it fires from within. "But it feels easy, it feels right", I say, and I lay my hand in the winds hands. So permeable! "I'm still holding them", the wind smirks.

Marmalade skies are at sea, rowing You're changing without you even knowing Where is it that you're lacking, you stop to ponder, is it because your heart has grown fonder? It's a pity to have come to this conclusion, with it's sharp contrast and twisting illusion. Who is it that you've hurt so badly, is it somebody you have once loved madly? Or is it somebody who falls beyond your arena, flesh and bones, with a  heart and plea. Somebody that seeked your attention, who never asked but symbolized. And, who is it that's changing after all? What is 'Changing'? Is it the shift from green to autumn, your shift from moody to compromising, or my shift from violet to mint? Is it just a Shift afterall? Maybe it's nothing. Maybe all the decisions you've ever made are wrong, that land you in a state you can't seem to escape. Or perhaps you've been making all the correct decisions, you can hope for an award later on. But, maybe, in al...