If there were any words
that could make it better
I would have said them
but for now if feels
silence is a crowd
and i’m its leader.
They say, they need me
but they want a mute commute;
for me to choose words
they chose for me
also the time
to speak those chosen words.
mute is the commute
yes, mute is the commute.
I talk to you all the time even if you can’t hear me.
I talk to you in the letters and words and phrases.
I talk to you in the sentences I scribble on the clouds,
telling you over and over again, of how much I miss you,
that for me nothing has changed.
I think about the time when we could say anything to each other
without thinking, the time when we were carefree
without letting any insecurities linger on us.
It feels like I’m in a time capsule,
where my heart has carefully preserved all the memories of you.
I don’t know, had it been easier, not having met you at all
but believe me, I wouldn’t have traded it for the world;
the time that had been mine, the time that we’ve spent together.
You and I
a mess, in separation
a melody in unison.
You and I
we are the chaos
that is fallen
into broken pieces
and in the middle of all this
you have captivated my soul
in a way,
no soul ever will.
Feeling trapped in this body
finding myself terribly alone
people around me,
who are supposed to be mine
I don’t understand them,
despite sharing a common language
conversations based on prejudice and judgement
bizarre and humiliating it is
to divide humans on the lines of
religion, race, sex and skin colour.
These rituals, maddening remarks and
keeping cultural scores,
suffocating it is to be a witness
to this obsession of being superior
They say it is humane, it ain’t no wrong
and I feel absurdly and insanely lonely
so I resign from being too human.
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Awake, and this time
driven by the rush of blood in my veins
raindrops are falling,
the sky is clear
Oh ! look the storms have ceased
and the hurricane settled.
The damage it caused
yet to be analysed,
may be more, may be less
but the storms have ceased
and the heart has started pumping
the blood at its normal pace
Oh ! look I see the sun
though it has not reached my window yet
it is yet to grace me with its warmth and light
but look the storms have ceased
and I will climb up
leaving this bottomless pit
till I finally see the light of the day.
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वह शब्द आज इन बंद पन्नो में सिमट के रह गए,
जो कल उनके आँगन में चहका करते थे !
Those words which once chirped in his backyard
now are just rumpled carelessly in these papers !
Who was she?
just a girl in love
waiting every day for the night,
when all is quiet
for it would bring him closer to her.
He is so close, yet so far away
She would patiently wait for him
everyday, in the hope of
an eternal union;
that beautiful moment,
when she would be near him
to hold him closer to her heart.
Those one sided conversations,
would finally end,
they would speak and listen,
to the stories they had to tell each other,
and those lonely thoughts will no longer be alone
for the reverie will finally unite with her moon.
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I just have been wishing
whatever you’ve been wishing for
comes true !
*This is the reply of the mind to the earlier conversation begun by the heart !*
You know me well
well than anyone else
probably will ever,
and so do I
I know you enough
how you function
I see you watching over me,
and I feel special,
but the world out here
is cruel, and you are sensitive
I look out for you,
believe me I do
but in ways silent and cold.
When you speak those kind
words of comfort, I do hear you.
I want to hold you tight
and break in those soft arms
but I just can’t
I hold myself back,
fearing to hurt you in ways
difficult to comprehend.
When I am stuck with
constant thinking, unable to
realise your pain
I know that you still stand by me,
just to make sure,
whenever I need, you are there
with the sound of that
I feel the tears, when they roll down
the pain you feel, I sense that too
I know you want me to say something,
but I don’t.
I rather take your hands in mine
to make you feel,
that you are never alone.
Your eyes begin to well up
and you just break right in my arms.
I just want you to feel better,
the way you make me do.
I see all the layers of
pain, agony and discomfort
you carry behind those eyes
unfathomable and profound.
This is the moment we share,
a moment of silence
it speaks volumes,
for I might be a strong brain
and you might be a weak heart
but none can function
if the other is not there
to support and hold.