Winter teardrop !


A spark in her eye
shining like glitter
a winter teardrop heavy
with the weight
as vast as an ocean.

The winter teardrop
does not fall yet
waits in the time’s grasp
but it could hold
only tangible

it falls
inevitably, slowly
to the ground
with every inch
the fierce fire
of the winter teardrop
in her eyes grows
goes to the ground
without making any sound
meeting the cold earth
lost into the dust and dirt


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Fragile !


her heart was fragile
strong yet easily broken
decided to guard it
in a protective shield
for she’d rather
bury it deep inside
the envelope of her soul
than tossed, turned
and shattered
by hands ungentle


Being fine !


She said she was fine
the sentence that had become
a default setting in her brain
letting her oblivious to reality

but no one is really fine
in the dark
speaking to the voices
in their head
fighting the demons
haunting them
all on their own
and crying to themselves
all through the night,
getting ready to face the light,

no one is fine in the light
with only themselves in sight.


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A visit !

it visited me again tonight
slowly creeping in
making way 
to amplify
the darkest hole in my heart
enlarging that never filling void.
the loneliness it is
entering uninvited
in those hours
when the night sleeps
and the sound of crickets
is the only comfort
it grows, with days passing
and nights coming
and with every passing night
i’m a day further away
from everything, from everyone

Broken !


Falling hard on the ground,

shattered is the word,

used to describe,

what heart feels,

breaking into pieces,

leaving the edges jagged,

enough to bleed out,

and sometimes you feel

its better to leave those pieces

fallen, just as they are

rather picking them up

trying to put them together

where they belong,

cause even if the shape

forms perfect

the heart still be broken !




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Alter ego !



Laying down on the ground,

in the darkest hour of night.

while the winds too are asleep,

I mourn the loss,

loss of a dream.


I gaze at the sky above me,

jewelled with twinkling stars,

bringing life to the lifeless.

And the moon,

never in solitary,

even on the days, when,

it chooses to remain concealed,

they wait for it patiently,

to re-appear,

Just so they remain,

the perfect companions.

of all times.


Its surreal,

soothing my wounded heart,

for it secretly finds the company,

of the shining light of the night sky,

shedding radiance on its darkness,

guarding it with a beautiful,

white light of hope.



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Unanswered !


Hazy it became,

the line between,

not trying enough and giving up,

One was a choice,

other was a helpless obligation,

often confused with other.

The only question needed to be asked,

was ’till what hour’,

though never asked,

so remained unanswered,

till such a time,

where all the questions,

right or wrong;

all the answers

correct or incorrect;

weren’t good enough,

cause now,

they just lost their relevance.




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Only you knew !


Looking out of the window,

as I walked down, the memory-lane,

eyes welled up,

swelling my heart.

the salty water;

a reflection of

the pain of separation,

as rolled down its way,

kindled my thoughts,

Is it an end or beginning of a journey,

Can say who?

Answers I needed,

Could be framed only by you,

said and left unsaid,

done and left undone,

things were many,

actions were some.

Yet, this story is a beginning or an end,

can tell who?

but just you.



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The conversation !


I’d take the deal,

of missing you, for a little longer,

till the time arrives,

when you’d take me away.

Until that time,

I’ll have those late night conversations,

with the moon,

talking about you,

for unlike me, he could see you,

telling me all about your;

days and nights,

& Smiles and frowns,


Knowing that we are under,

the embrace of the same sky,

and under the stars alike,

I’ll sleep peacefully.


A combination!



There is a man, somewhere, may be I know where, at my side of the globe.

who at this time, might be thinking about me, as I am writing.

The fragrance of jasmine, reminds me of him.

We are miles apart, pulled away in our circumstantial helplessness,

yet, our hearts forbid to detangle.

I am angry, I am hurt, I am disappointed, I am sad,

yet, my soul just seek his well-being,

and I know, he seeks just my happiness.

I am a pessimist and he is hopelessly an optimist

A weird combination, just like the two poles.

And just like they say, opposite attracts. We do too.

He is words, I’m emotions,

the two elements that make the best poetry.

And we are here, trying to make one, as best as we can.

He is the only one who knows how I like my coffee,

I’m the one who knows how he takes his tea.

Tea and coffee, trying to understand each other’s flavour.

Dawn and dusk; sunshine and moonlight; white and black,

Trying to bring the best in each other.

A combination of optimism and pessimism we are,

hopelessly in love with each other.



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