Worst Fear?

I’ve seen heaven

And hell too

They both exist

On earth

Just like you do

I promise

The thing about promises is that you can

Make them, break them, hold them and steal them

They can be pulled in any and every direction

And yet

The promise of a promise

Is the sweetest hope

And on some days

A promise of tomorrow

Is what keeps us going

Downswing creations

Putting pen to paper is sometimes as easy as breathing, and sometimes an insurmountable task. Days when the ink flows automatically and thoughts lend themselves to being told are the most peaceful ones in my experience. On the other hand, there are also days when every thought spirals, every sorrow snowballs, every tear demands to be shed and the pen, oh the pen just refuses to cooperate! On such days, I believe, it’s better to put poetry aside and create art instead. Why? Because the thing about art is that it’s never ugly or beautiful. It exists and that’s all there is to it.

Strawberries

Is it strawberry picking season yet?

Asking for a friend, really,

Who likes her sweets with a hint of sourness

With whipped cream or chocolates that’ve got a little bit of darkness

Ripe red

Juicy insides

Pancakes

And ice creams besides

You’ll let me know when it’s time for strawberry picking, right?

I’ll hold on till then.

The End of the World?

I was always scared of following someone to the end of the world. Until I realised, they don’t mean the literal world, they mean what the world means for the follower – they follow the one they love, their entire world, till the end of the world as they know it. Since I’ve come to this realisation, I’ve become even more scared of following someone to the end of my world for the fear of falling off the edge.

Swan song

Lost

Forever

In the vastness of love

Adrift

And drowning

Without the anchor of your heart

Come save

Me darling

Before the sirens start

Siren Song

I’m looking for a new song to hum tonight. Not like a lullaby yet a salve for the soul. A tune for all ages. The words haunting. A treble that trembles and a bass as deep as the woods. A siren’s call. A devil’s snare. A lure. A trap. An unattempted dare.

I’m looking for a new song to hum tonight. Can you fathom its dulcet tones?

Haar Jeet

Haar jao

Kisi din zara

Tum mere dil ki daleelon se

Baaz aao

Kisi din yuhin

Tum apni berukhiyon se

Aazamao

Kabhi toh tum

Humari bhi naseehaton ko

Aur muskurao

Ek baar firse

Dekhke tum in nazdeekiyon ko

Being Woman

I screamed

Silently

I dreamt

Vicariously

I laughed

Consciously

I lived

Apologetically

No more, no more, no more.

Habit

No. Not again. Not this time. No matter what you say. No matter what you promise to do. No, I’m not listening. No, you shouldn’t be here. I’m not it. This time and forever more, I chose myself.