Let me be the second

Have you ever noticed
how sometimes a lone star
is brighter than the moon
on dark nights?

Burning silently
far, far away,
yet shining
through your heart?

I want to be that star
to touch you
with a twinkle
on your dark nights.

You know
how sometimes
words are warmer
than hugs,
and a kiss
more intimate
than a fuck?

I want to be
that second
to your every first,
for all firsts
fade into stories.

Broken

A thousand pieces 

Strewn about 

of my shiny heart.

I gather them carefully

One by one, again,

For another start. 

How is it 

That your eyes dance 

To another tune, 

While I make music 

For you all day 

From July to June? 

A thousand dreams 

Strewn about 

From me to you, 

Please take them all

And give me my love

Back in lieu. 

Busy

You and I together
Make or break our home
Why then make mountains out of molehills
And make me write a poem?


I was irritated
You were rude too
Let's now please bury the hatchet
For we both have work to do!

Together

Under the same sky

You and i

So far away

Yet so close.

You are probably

Looking out the window

of your car

Wearing your sunglasses

Through the bright, sunny day.

And I

Look out the window

of my office

Into the lush, wet greens

of the pouring rain.

Let me send you

Some of this precious rain

And take

Some sun from you

To keep me warm.

Under the same sky

You and i

Brought together

From a time long gone by.

Here I am. After six long years. I feel like a completely different person today. Going through my old posts I wondered how such emotions were felt and documented so easily in the form of verse. I was a simpler, more naive person back then. And perhaps the ability to feel and write like that is the price I have paid to get smarter/wiser ? Or perhaps I still have it in me.

Let's find out.

Once upon a time

There was a time when i used to write

about you and me, about the moon and the sky,
about the wind and the dancing trees.

There was a time when i used to dream

of you and me, of smiles and tears,
of gossamer touch and subtle words.

There was a time when i used to hope

for you and me, for long walks at the beach,
for moon-lit nights and silly fights.

That was the time when i was more alive

with you,
with me.

Unwitten

I wrote this
a long time back
in my mind.

Before we even spoke
or touched each-other
with our thoughts.

I wrote of the flight of you
to my heart,
the music of me
in your words.

Today when i looked
through my archives
i found it faded,
slightly.

But i could still pick
the unwritten
from its memory,
and here it is.

Can you read it still?

Revisit

Running trees,
illuminated for only a second;
Fixed moon
old, but determined
to witness the night till dawn;
Impatient I,
yet strangely calm
in this speeding train.

A stranger -- you,
to my real world;
A friend, a mentor, a muse,
long forgotten?
Na-aan!

You are there,
right here,
somewhere between
dreams and reason.

A lovely place to be.

Vague

Something evaporated yesterday
right here, in front of my eyes;
I think they were thoughts.

I want to close the new world and find the old me,
who could see, feel, breathe.

I want to write,
or at least find my pen.

Again. Another beginning.

Numb

On the pages of time these lines will fade
And so will you and i.

This pain has burned up a part of my heart --
In the wind of time its ashes will blow away.

The frailty of words has numbed my trust in them --
In the story of time it'll hopefully restore.

And, perhaps, so will you and i.

Life goes on

I want to gather all my thoughts on my past and put them aside in some box which would slowly ebb away. In the meantime I can carve my new life, with new experiences and new thoughts. Is it possible to let the past stay and still be at peace with the present? Doesn’t your past have a bearing on your present? I’d like to believe not, in some ways.

For now, just shush the mind and live in the NOW.

Or at least try.

ps: this inspired the morning ramble.