the theory of limits

let me do the math, so you don't have to.
one and one is two, they say
but they didn't know about you.
the unknown value, the surprise factor,
the X axis to my why.

i am only a fraction
of you.
the sum of my parts,
the parts of me that you have touched,
will always be greater than the whole
world.
you and me,
we are the cross check
in the margin on the side.
unnecessary maybe, but the only thing
that counts for something.
the tables haven't turned, the rules have not changed,
i exist only in your mind,
like a formula for happiness,
that cannot be learnt by heart.
you and me, we are that perfect sum,
worked out through several layers of doubt.
you and me, creating that division of thought.
you and me, the hypothetical question
with an answer to prove them all wrong.
they look at us is amazement,
the brilliant perfection of odd and even,
and then they wonder,
why something is not adding up.

"long nights"

the last one was for you.
about you, from you, to you.
because of you.
this one is just a post-it note.

i'm in the wild tonight,
lost beyond maps and directions,
alone, and I cannot even conjure up your voice.
because the last time I heard it,
you weren't talking to me.
your songs are all around me,
the wild is dangerous, they say.
to me, it's a familiar path.
the silence is childlike disobedience,
innocent yet audacious,
but only because I do not know the answer
to the questions your heart asks.

"society, you're a crazy breed"
I know you're not lonely
without me.
I'm looking for the orange hat,
stuck somewhere on the waves of your smiles,
and I wait for the next big one.

no hopes and no regrets,
and I hope you won't regret
that "if there was ever someone
to keep me home, it would be you"

it's not a mystery to me
how you won't be free,
till you have it all.

mein pal do pal ka shayar hoon

"....ke tujhe zameen pe, 

bhulaya gaya hai, 

mere liye"

the rain, the weed, the alcohol and the mixers. 

the perfect song, the kind we haven't heard for a long time. 

"tum haar ke dil apna, meri jeet amar kar do". 

the thin blanket, 

the little notes of things to tell you, 

the wind; 

i even got chocolate. 

all here, in perfect order, 

even the rain pacing itself. 

all of us waited for you a long time tonight. 

"woh nahin sunta usko, jal jaana hota hai,

har khushi se, har gham se, begaana hota hai" 

we didn't tire of waiting, we have seen

too many 

sleepless nights

together. 

why? you may ask. or more importantly, 

how? 

i will explain, allow me.

the weed stays alert, the alcohol shakes itself, 

the mixers stay calm,

the song sings itself over and over again, 

so that it doesn't forget its words. 

the little notes flit around, telling 

each other, 

their little important messages, like, 

for example, 

"that Chester something fellow died yesterday... 

was he someone you liked?" Or, 

"look up his songs. oh yes, that 

in-the-end-it-doesn't-even-matter guy"

the chocolate doesn't melt, stays just soft enough,

the wind keeps circling around, no trouble at all. 

all of them look to the skies.

the rain, 

leads them all. 

in between two long, slow spells, 

pauses to take a breath, 

and looks at me. 

and i look back at it,

as if it were you. 

and so it rains on, 

until I may blink, 

my eyes closed

only by your kiss. 

"yeh jhoot bolte hain, mere khayal..."

soothe

"write hard and clear about what hurts"

my fingers, my skin, my hips and my thighs, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes; from the air around me, and every fibre of my heart, to the bottom of that pit in my stomach; from the depths of my mind to every last crevice of my soul. everything hurts. because you are not here.