Someone walked in through the bedroom door,
Walked out through the balcony,
And jumped to the ground below.
I kept looking at him, a known silhouette,
A plethora of emotions, a croaking of a raven,
The smell of first rain, and the salt from the sea,
The early morning breeze, and the hundred known faces,
All converging into one, then diverging into many.
I looked at the mirror, he looked at me and smiled,
Then vanished as the waves that lap against the shore.
He jumped back from the ground into the balcony,
This time I jumped to reach him, to hold his hand,
He wasn’t real, the face was now mine,
We had interchanged, only if it were for true.
The smell of smoke, of petrol and the wind in my hair,
We were racing on a road travelled years ago,
He looked at me, and his bike speeded up,
In a moment he vanished.
I was back on my bed, getting down to open the door,
He visited me for some notes,
We broke our fast together but his plate was untouched.
There was another woman going up the stairs,
She waved at me, and her face changed into his.
Then there was laughter, and I was in the classroom,
Sitting behind him, and he cracked a joke.
Everyone around was laughing, laughing merrily.
We came out of the class into the open air,
The grass so green and soft, like it was alive all over again,
We smiled, and yet tears were shed.
Someone shook me and I woke up, it wasn’t that bad a dream,
After all it was only a dream.
Or so I wished.
I see a smile on his face now,
A smile I wanted to see for a long time,
He’s happy, she’s happy, and so am I,
To smile and be cheerful, this is the time.
Now I know why the gods said,
They wouldn’t help me come what may,
‘Cause it’s not something you fight for,
It’s not something you can win or lose.
You don’t earn it either, and you don’t give it,
It’s just what the mind plays when it’s idle,
And when you get busier, you’ll forget,
That it existed, that I was.
He thinks he’s happy, I shouldn’t tell him,
How wrong he is, how wrong she is,
‘Cause I know he’ll be wronged, unfaithfully wronged,
And although they say there aren’t tears,
When men cry there’s only a fainter smile,
I’ll tell him that those four letters he uttered,
Will soon make him see what I’ve seen some times,
You never actually love anyone, it’s only
The love for yourself that you see in her,
‘Cause if you were to love one in this world,
You would love yourself, you should, you must.
And now I think you have realized,
That we are destined to meet somehow,
For you’ve understood without my telling you,
I don’t know why, I don’t know how,
Hands on my eyes, and I still recognized,
The warmth of it, I knew was yours,
The scent which lingers through my mind,
Told me it’s you, it couldn’t be false,
I now remember how you had hissed,
Into my ears saying I was wrong,
To bring things up when they were least needed to,
Now you know I’m not wrong.
‘Cause I have waited, my lips are tight,
And no one can make me confess anymore,
I know deep within you still have a fright,
But don’t be frightened, I don’t feel so anymore.
Ah, don’t be mistaken, I still love you,
Only now that I don’t expect it back,
For I know if I were you and you me,
I wouldn’t expect you to expect anything back.
You have been with me for the past one day,
And haven’t changed yourself since then,
As if you’d personify my dreams itself,
Only if you were a person.
I have seen you change from grey to white,
And the evening set you to a light pink,
And even tonight you’ve covered the moon,
Which makes me wonder,
Whether you wish to block out the light from my life,
Or you want me to be in the dark so that,
Your rains come as a surprise and replenish,
What’s over and out inside my soul.
I told you in the morning you look more like a demon,
But as time has passed, I figured out that I was wrong,
You look like a wolf instead, and remind me,
Of the girly story a Meyer wrote.
The wolf there loved a girl, you must know,
And I think you love one too,
And that is why you are out tonight,
To show her that your love is true.
Don’t drizzle down oh yet so soon,
Burden yourself tonight some more,
So that you burst so heavily on her,
She will come to me nearer.
You love her and I love her too,
And though the Meyer said so,
I am not a vampire.
I am a human, a human in love,
If that forces me to do things vampire-like,
It’s not my fault, to blame are you.
A thousand, and then a million times did try I,
To tell myself that you should never get to know,
And then I smiled and told myself I,
All this is infatuation, not true love.
But still I don’t understand why when I see you,
I keep falling for you more and more and,
Every single time, more than before am hurt I,
How much ever I pretend deep inside I do know,
That my entire life I have dedicated to you.
I know you don’t care, you really don’t,
But I’ll keep loving you, by my love I stand still,
Through storms and gales will travel my love and I,
And whether you care or whether you don’t,
I am sure some day you will know,
And then you will ask yourself why,
You didn’t understand me before but nowhere will be I,
My photo in a frame in your room will you keep,
And you will realize why for you I kept falling,
But then it will be late, too late for,
By then I will be dead for you.
(Now read only the last word of each sentence.)
Don’t fall in love, ay only losers fall,
Rise in love, and stand in it tall,
The heart, a storm in it, govern,
The rain, a noise in it, listen.
Walk on the roads that lead you to her soul’s towers,
And make her the colors of your flowers.
Touch the raindrops, and merge with its soul,
Travel over the clouds, push out of the hole,
The hole of grief where you reside,
Leave it in her hand, and let life slide.
The fog, the mist, the blossoming bud,
She the eternal princess, my heart, a thud.
Smell of the soil in the rains of the monsoon,
A blessing of God, arrived on earth too soon,
Yet don’t fall in love, ay only losers fall,
Rise in love, and stand in it tall.
The dew on flowers, wet as my eyes,
After it realized that all were lies,
Lies that life is a rose-bed to sleep on,
When it was pricked by each and every thorn.
Abandoned is the village, the village of love,
Died has today, each and every dove,
Each and every emotion that I had carried till today,
Has burnt out to ashes by the light of the day,
Yet I’ll not fall in love, ay only losers fall,
And I won’t rise in it, my life’s to a halt.
Since I was born you looked after me,
How much I have grown only you can see,
As the mother corrects mistakes her children make,
You have spoken to me without being fake.
Twenty-four hours of the day you may be busy,
But the twenty-fifth hour is there for me.
I look back to the time of my inception,
You have helped me without any condition,
Today is my day to thank you O lass,
You are because of whom this blog has what it has.
But just like always, the mother has to better,
And as usual, I need to make my feet wetter,
Wet in the mysticism of poetry, of writing,
And I am far from being a blog king.
And there is a prayer, which I hymn now and then,
That a person like you should get all men.
You are the ideal, you have engendered,
The urge of writing, my posts you have rendered.
I know what I just wrote may seem nonsense,
But deep in my mind somewhere you have filled sense.
And as I pause, an eyelash falls on my hand,
And I wish your dreams against the sands of time stand.