Five minutes

I heard a story today
about love and life,
and pain and forgiving.

A story of a boy and a girl
who just wanted
to stay away from each other.
They fought and ran,
and struggled to stay apart,
and finally ended up with
their own happily-ever-after.

Sometimes I wonder
how our story will end.
Sometimes i wonder
if I will ever have the strength
to look into your fiery ocean eyes again.

Sometimes I wonder
how our story will end.

Imagine the end of a story
about two beings
who miss each other
even when they together. 

magic and luck

i heard an old wise man once say
that magic and luck is all you need
to live happily ever after. 

and so i went in search of that pot of magic.
i looked in forests of lands far away,
i hunted in homes of foreign hosts,
i sought for it in the darkest of nights
and through hot breathless summers.

i returned empty-handed
and cried to the old man,
"liar! there is no magic to be found anywhere!"

he smiled at me and told me a secret.
"anyone who believes in happily-ever-after
needs neither magic, nor luck."

i hung my head and asked,
"so, what hope is there 
for a defeated lover like me?"

to which he replied knowingly,
"anyone who believes in magic and luck
needs neither happiness nor eternity."

is there such a thing as too much love?

let's pretend.
this never happened and we never met.
you never looked in my eyes
and felt the world crumble below your feet.
and i never put my hand on your chest
to hear your heart dance.
let's pretend i never held your hand.
let's pretend our paths never crossed.

if we had never met,
would we know
what loss means?

Confusion

"jitney bhi zakme hai mere dil par

doston ke lagayein hue hai."

my words run into each other

with no rhyme and reason,

my hands tremble

with no regard for my shame,

my heart laughs at me

with no care for my sadness.

for we never think about the punishment

before we commit the crime.

the moon shall rise five times

and the sun shall sleep for four nights

and i shall awake from this pleasant dream

and break the mirrors in the house.

for we never think about the crime

before we commit to love.

Alarm bells

the road is long, and the drive is exciting.
the streetlights on the way flicker
warning us about the secrets that lie ahead.
the headlights throw light into the darkness
showing us things we never wanted to see.
the music plays softly, as is afraid
to disturb the peace in your eyes.

you lead and i will follow.
and if our paths are not the same,
we shall find each other
somewhere after the darkness.

for now
let us take our love and paint it black.

for now
let us drive and never look back.

Breathless

"Dard rukta nahin ek pal bhi

ishq ki yeh sazaa mil rahi hai.

Maut se pehle hi mar gaye hum

chot nazaron ki aisi lagi hai."

it is only when you look at me 

that i realise what it means

to love and never possess,

to admire and never be proud,

to have a lover who can never be a wife.

just like the moon 

never looks at the sun,

i shall never 

be able to 

look at you.  

Backstage

after all the broken dishes have been cleaned up
and the little pieces have been swept into the trash bin,
after all the furniture has been put back in place
and the broken chairs have been thrown out,
after the curtains have been pulled open
and the sunshine invades the house again,
after my make-up has been reapplied
and my smile has been commanded to appear once again,

i will still love you.

for is there a better love
than of a lover
who does not love you back?

Be stubborn with your mind

I put on my coat
Made of false promises,
I line my eyes
With black darkness,
I wear one ring
For every lie I'm going to tell,
I slip on my high-heels
That help me stand tall when I cry,
I paint my nails
With colours that betray my soul,
I spray on a mist of flowery scents
That will make you forget my betrayal.

When I stand before you,
I am wrapped
in lies and betrayal
in sadness and darkness.

And if I don't let you
look in my eyes,
it's because
someone always gets hurt
when sparks fly.