There was something here once
That’s long since ceased to be
It strived
It thrived
It leapt
But more than that
It felt
It loved
It wept
So, yes, there was something here once
That’s long since ceased to be
A heart, a life, a buildup of memory
And I,
I chose to put it out of its misery
I know what sunk cost fallacy is
But that muscle in my chest doesn’t
And so it’ll go on investing
And hoping
And we’ll go on co-existing
And losing
Because you’re here
And I’m here
And we’ve put in too much of ourselves already
Today and forever remember
Love is always the right answer
I’ve experienced a different kind of monsoon this year. In a strange new city, amidst vaguely familiar people. I heard the pitter patter of raindrops falling against my window panes. I heard the thunderstorm unleashing at your end too over our early morning calls. The coffee tastes different, more fulfilling somehow. The days pass by quickly, less mundane somehow. And weekends, oh the weekends are divine. For on weekends, the rains truly shine. And on weekends, you find the time to be mine. If only for a moment, if only till it’s raining outside.
It was a strange day that I met you on
It was raining and bright and sunny at the same time
It was a strange feeling you left me with
It was ticklish and morbidly scary at the same time
It’s been a strange time knowing you
It’s elating and beyond despair at the same time
It’s strange saying goodbye to you
It’s liberating and torturous at the same time
Crazy, beautiful stranger
This one’s for you
Because you don’t know me
Not yet
But you don’t know yourself either
Not yet
So I’ll show you how you look
And feel
To someone stumbling across you
While you go bumbling on your way
Clueless
Of the number of hearts you sway
Because you’re a crazy, beautiful stranger
And I’d love to know you, if I may
An unfailing terror
Accompanies love
An unexpected shiver too
But if after emptying your entire quiver
Of love, patience, denial and endeavour
You’re no closer to being the victor
Then what is it you’ll do?
The sea shatters
With every storm
Till the gentle moonlight
Creates calm ripples to mend it whole again
The sea shatters
With every ship setting sail
Till a high tide washes away
The last of its trail
The sea shatters
With ever tear that rolls down to it
Till the music of a singing heart
Holds it together again
The sea shatters
Over and over again
Yet it always waves a warm welcome to me
My diary’s missing a few pages today
Torn and crumpled
Hastily thrown away
Words can be made to disappear
But the ghosts of memories
Still find a way to stay
My diary’s missing a few pages today
With ragged edges
And a splitting spine
It yearns to forget
What was once mine
My diary’s missing a few pages today
But you’re inked in my heart
And it’s hard to erase
The remnants of
Your cruelly smiling face
I will sit with you in silence
Till you can speak again
I will hide in plain view
Till you can go seek again
I will climb mountains for you
Till you can stand on your feet again
I will sing endless lullabies
Till you can sleep in peace again
I will cry a river
Till you can smile again
I will, I will, I will
Till you can again
Moonlighting Scrivener 