soon

wrote this sometimes in march/april 2004, the melancholic period of my life after being ditched..

I know I'll forget you

soon enough

just like how I was

thrown out of your life

at the drop of a dime

I'll go to bed tonight

and I won't dream of you

like I used to

I'll wake up tomorrow

and I won't be crying

like I do now

I know I'll get over this

soon enough

I know it'll all be over

by the time I wake up

go on, just keep walking

don't pause

don't turn

you need not see me crying

I know I'll be alright

soon enough

soon as I leave this city

with traces of you & me all over it

I know I'll forget you

soon enough

If I could melt away

I wrote this on 29 November 2005.. a tumultous period in my life..

If I could melt away
Like an ice sculpture in mid day
It’ll be my triumph

As I can’t stand here watching
Her soft cheeks drenching
My heart aches to touch her face
While my fingers curled, frozen

What use is an apology
Would that dry her tears?
If I said something cute
Could I undo her hurt?

If I could set with the sun
And drown in darkness deep
It’ll be my victory

As I can’t pretend
And say I don’t love her
My heart aches to feel her skin
While my fingers frozen, still

Let me evaporate
Like dew drops on a bud
And leave an invisible mark
In her torn little heart

If I could vanish
And never have to return here
That will truly be my victory, my triumph, for sure!

She

a short one - wrote this on 20th February 2006

She
like sylphs of Greek mythos,
whispers through the winds
bequeaths her passion
in contradiction
fiery and clammy
all at once

She
Aphrodite of his dreams
lashed him in with her ardour
fed upon her breasts,
her innocence
fervently, urgently
all at once

Her Feeble Dream

this one i wrote with a dear friend in mind, the only way i could try to feel her pain is by writing it down.. 29 November 2004

Butterflies flutter in her stomach
Cold rush, cavorting heart,
A little eccentricity
She walks on clouds, fly among the stars
In a paradise of all things sweet
With only him & her in it

Oh, how dreams so beautiful
So easily shattered
Her sweet paradise
Now a fantasy
A mockery

Yet another page is turned
Another scar deepened
And she walks on pretending
Or wanting to pretend
Nothing irregular happened

Yes she learns
But yet she yearns
The taste of the forbidden fruit
Lingering on in her mouth
Long after its juice has all been sucked out

Oh, how a dream so virtuous
So blatantly ridiculed
Her naïve innocence
Stripped
Prostituted

Did she learn?
What does she yearn?
While the stale after-taste of the bite remains
Her bosom cringes each time she reminisce
And the man-shaped hollowness in her heart
Inflates..

my valentine

wrote this on 14 Feb 2005 for my then bf, now hubz

let me count all the ways I could love you
I could love you for your small eyes
the way they curve into arcs
with your infectious smile

I could love you for the dimples on your cheeks
the way they deepen
with your ecstatic grin

I could also love you for your luscious lips
the most erotic trait
on your pretty face

But I would rather love you more
for the way you love me so
and the way you make feel
so alive, so real

And I do not need this day
to remind me of what to say
because I could say it everyday
that I love you, I love you, I love you
and I'm here to stay