Sunday, October 30, 2016

joint custody

when it cannot be saved, we salvage what is left. try and pick up whatever pieces we can. like a broken thing that somehow becomes more precious than the whole. it's so difficult, even the universe cries for you.

so now, after the tears have dried, we make a deal. first we both go find someone to marry when we're 40 and still alive. 

then we calm our hearts and put our cards on the table. we decide, like mature adults fooling ourselves, to share. she gets birthdays, family holidays and promises. and me, weekdays, supervised visits and poetry. 

and sometimes, on quiet mornings, we pretend we had a choice. 

Saturday, October 29, 2016

family

and when it gets really bad,
too hard to handle,
too much to bear,

I play your song,
and hope that would get you here. 

Thursday, October 27, 2016

asking for too much

I saw a beautiful woman today, she was like a poem that just walked by. 

Her eyes sparkled with dark kohl, her hair was brushed like silk, her tempting lips were smiling infectiously. Her gorgeously inviting body seemed to wave at everyone as she walked by. You couldn't take your eyes off her, even if you tried. Everything about her, from her shoulders to her nails, her hips to her toes seemed to radiate beauty of the unbelievable kind. 

Goodness, you should've seen her! She was a goddess, a mirage, a painting...

Oh, the beauty of a woman who has just had her heart broken...

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

This is why the good girls like the bad boys

Early this morning, I got an abusive email. A little later someone called me and breathed heavily and hung up. Once I got to work, someone sent me a few mean texts. I felt eyes on me all through lunch. When I packed up, I heard someone get up at the same time. I drove all the way home with someone following me. And I could swear I saw someone staring at me as I closed the door. 

All these people stalked me all day. 
And not one of them was you. 

Saturday, October 8, 2016

never alone. always alone.

"chot kahin lagti hain jaakar, 
zakham kahin par hoti hain"

one bullet for your lover,
so he may never forget you.

the second for your mother,
so she can finally let you go.

the next one for your best friend
so she may carve your name in the sands of time.

the one bullet for me,
and the next one for you.

and the sixth bullet for the gun,
so it may also never be alone.


Tuesday, October 4, 2016

a test

it's a simple 
question of choice. 
one query, 
with many options,
but only one answer. 
no need to think, 
i can reply immediately. 
i don't have to call a friend,
or ask for a second opinion. 
i don't need hints or clues, 
or a description. 
i don't need it to be translated 
or explained. 
i don't need time to think about it.
no guesses, no maybe.
i don't have to repeat the question
to buy time. 
it's so easy,
as if i have always known the answer. 

i am sure, yes. 

what would i give up to have you? 
everything.