Saturday, November 29, 2014

This Close


Let these colourful lights be lost in cold fog.
As you hold me close.

This close,
Your eyes tell secrets you had held back for so long.

This close,
Your warmth is all I feel.
And rest is eternal numbness of world that surrounds.

It may be the alcohol talking.
But then, I would rather be oblivious to this cruel world.




The Wild Horse



I run to dust off 
The lethargy that had settled in
I run
Dusting it off in a poof 
Off my shoulder

As I run
I break the shackles
Those that had come to entangle me over time
I break them one by one
Piece by piece

I run to swallow sunlight
As it seeps down filtered through the trees
I stretch up my neck greedily
To absorb in more of it

I run to
Soak in the freshness
And I breathe deeper
Not to miss out any of it

I run
To let winds play with my hair
I run 
To see the world around move
Like a poetry in motion

I run to break free.

Mr. Coy

Perplexes me as to why my fearless candor
Does not pull you out of your reticence

As you make me unravel layer by layer
I draw a blank from you

Open your arms to me
For I know what you hide beneath your visceral appeal
And it doesn't scare me

Whom are you running away from? Not me. Yourself.
Away from the child in you who loves to have me around.
Away from the teenager in you who sees magic in me.
Away from the man in you who knows no better form of peace than being in my arms

Celebrating Myself




It's time to shut doors
And get back to your own self.

It's time to say good bye
And continue alone.

Its time to turn blind to people
And take a solitary walk.

It's time to romanticise sun as it rises and sets.
It's time to feel wind as it plays with your hair.
Feel rain and smell roses as you pass by
And be mesmerised by colourful lights as they fade in cold fog.

It's time to fall in love with your own self.
It's time. It's time.

Drinking You Down.


This night brings back so many memories.
Times when you were a stranger,
Yet so familiar.
Times when we had hardly anything to talk about
Yet, we would wait for days on stretch to see each other.
Times when you said that I hardly know you.
And yet, we melted into each other.

As I crave for your warmth,
I know we are heading to a day when you would leave.
But then, ever heard of fear of separation over powering love?
I never did. For me, life is happening now!

Be it not love, if you still have your guards on,
But any such similar dilemma.

Tomorrow is another day
That is all I find solace in
As we bid good bye
And sail our separate ways to find our destinies.