rewards and recognitions

Ek khwaab ne aankhein kholi hain
Kya mod aaya hai kahaani mein
Wo bheeg rahi hai baarish mein
Aur aag lagi hai paani mein

Pehle to begaani nagari mein
Hum ko kisi ne poochha na tha
Saara sheher jab maan gaya to
Lagta hai kyoon koi rootha na tha

Sajde bichhawan ve
O gali gali,
Jis sehar vich mera yaar vasda

perhaps

in my head,

i imagine you said

"let me not ruin 

the end for you",

while we're cuddled up

in a blanket,

on the floor,

watching a movie

on the wall.

while the universe

is asleep,

and has left us alone

for a while. 

what time is it there?

It's usually at 3am that I think of you. My mind and body have become hard-wired to wake up, think of you, wonder what you might be doing, and then drift off to sleep again. It's a time thing. It's always the timing. Either it's perfect, like someone calling you just when you think of them, or it's just never right, like calling someone when you're not supposed to. They say even broken clocks tell the right time twice a day. But that's only because time never stops, even though the clock does. Like I will never stop loving you, even though you have. And maybe, I'll be right twice a day. And it's usually at 3am.

don't say my name

i didn't know what it was.

i could not recognise the signs, 

and i refused to believe the warnings.

to me, it sounded like warming. 

like how the cuddle would last for ten seconds

and somehow, it would keep me warm for days. 

i didn't know what it was,

love? maybe not. lust, maybe yes. 

it wasn't destiny, or some odd predicament like that.

it was just about finding a piece of someone else

that fits exactly into my puzzle.

your palms, made to be placed on my hips,

your fingers, shaped perfectly to caress my breasts,

your lips, curved just right to kiss mine. 

your soul, lost among the trees, 

and mine, lost in the fire.

you taught me how to be invisible,

and now, it has become

my superpower.