and while everyone was pleased 

that she woke up earlier these days,

it was all because he made sure 

the newspapers didn't get wet 

in the garden. 

Eighteen

I don't really miss you. 

as if the sky misses the sun!

it's just a little incomplete,

but, the best of us are.

Ping

I'm sitting here today 

with my heart in my hand,

wondering if I should 

put it back in its hiding place

in a box on the shelf. 

I hope you will let me know soon

because it's beating really fast,

and I'm running out of breath. 

don't kiss me

and when it's you and me,

it's late night. 

the stars have fallen asleep,

and the moon is dreaming,

while the sky is falling. 

and all we have to do is kiss

for the moon to disappear,

and for the sun to come roaring in.

he who laughs best

i knew i was in trouble,
when i recognized the voice
of your favourite singer
in a song,
without looking up the name.

i bet someone in the universe
looked down at me
and laughed out loud.

honesty

it would not matter if i drew a secret map

to find my way back to your heart.

i am hopelessly lost already. 

it would be of no consequence if i wrote

the most beautiful poems for you, or read every book

to quote a smart line or two, when you are tired. 

it would not matter if i practiced my smile in the mirror,

or brushed my hair out of my face, the way you like, 

or was kind to strangers like you are,

or lived my days with a passion equal to your own. 

it would probably not matter

if i slit my wrists again, so you would know the truth.

it is of no importance that i over-achieve my target

because i was aiming wrong all along.

it would not matter if i tattooed your breath on my skin,

just so i could feel you any time i want. 

it would not matter if i was perfect, because you don't want it.

and if i was your one wish come true, 

you would not know what to wish for next. 

it would not matter if i stopped time, just to kiss you again,

because i would just be left with another broken thing. 

all of my great life does not matter.

because it will never be shared with you.

this is the worst movie we have ever seen. 

and the end doesn't even matter anymore. 

being home

if you have taught me to feel love again, 

it has to be you

who shows me how to let you go. 

i would rather spend countless days 

in the parched desert,

dying in the cold sand of loneliness,

than stand in this rain of happiness

that washes over me every time i see you. 

teach me how to let you go.

i promise to learn the lesson. 

by heart. 

it's true

i'm like medusa.

don't look at me,
you'll be hypnotized
forever.

what not to do

I saw a shooting star last night,

it may have been a dream, but it didn't feel like it.

I closed my eyes and quickly made a wish. 

but when I looked up again,

I saw the star laughing at me as it flew by.

"only the gods make wishes come true", he said.

the stars just laze around,

their beauty reason enough for their existence. 

"try again tomorrow", he laughed again 

"after all, there is a sky full of stars!"

my wish didn't come true.

that's probably not very surprising,

considering I wished for you. 

practising restraint

"milte rahe jo aise hi dono, 
lag na jaaye ishq ki nazar" 

i want to taste every inch of you,
from the hollow of your neck
to the warmth beneath your heart,
before i decide to forget you.
i want to hug you with every inch of me,
our bodies melting into each other
before you decide to leave me.
i want to drink the last drop of wine,
and smoke the last cigarette into oblivion
just to make time last another minute.
i want to play every song in the world
so we get four minutes more.
i want to kiss you until you cry.
and make love to you until you laugh.
i want to make countless movies,
so we can have another saturday together.
i want to write until my fingers bleed
just so we can talk about dedications.
i want to show you the sky, because it is endless.
i want to love you, until you forget to remember her.
i want to set the world on fire
just so you don't feel the cold at night.

but i won't.

all I'm really asking for is you

now that you're gone,

every minute seems 

like an eleven hour flight. 

yet another reason to be thankful

that I cannot fly. 

i wish

"tujhe cheen loon ya chod doon, maang loon ya mod doon.
iss lamhe kya kar jaaon.
iss lamhe kya kar doon,
jo mujhe chain mile, aaraam mile."

nothing is worth the destruction
that a fateful moment wrecks on your world.

the sideward glance to check if you really leaned in too close,
the music wasn't so loud anyway.
the quiet hand of warning on a shoulder
not to pull you away from me,
but to hold you back from the storm.
her imperceptible smile as warning when you wave goodbye.

worlds apart, but i can still feel your touch.

nothing is worth the pain and anguish
of a broken heart, spilled like cheap wine on expensive furniture.

nothing can fix the end of this story.
and like a madman, frantically turning the last pages of the book
unwilling to believe the tale is done,
i sit here knowing,
not even time will heal my soul.

kiss song

"maybe if the stars align, maybe if our worlds collide,
maybe on the dark side, we could be together." 

and one day, out of the blue,
when we were sitting on the floor,
feet entwined, warmth flowing through each other,
the music hiding behind the curtains,
careful not to interrupt the peace,
the smoke making circles around us,

he looked up and told me,
i can be anything you want me to be.

i had to smile.
i kissed him, but that wasn't the right answer.

what do you want me to be? he persisted.
i could not find the words,
knowing he would never be brave enough to hear the truth.

have you decided what you want me to be?
mine. i want you to be mine. 

you are the son. and i am the moon

"teri nazron mein hai teri sapne,
teri sapno mein naraazi.
mujhe lagta hain, baatein dil ki
hoti hai dil ke dhokebaazi.

tum saath ho ya na ho
kya farak hai;
bedard thi zindagi
bedard hai."

inspired by the sun that shines everyday without regret,
the moon decided to shine brighter every night.

sadly, she realised
she can only shine bright after days of dark longing.

but she smiled, knowing
that she shines bright only for you,
while the sun had no choice.

i see fire

i miss you, as surely as the blood that runs through me,
not like the deserts that miss the rain,
for how would the desert know what rain is?
i miss you, with every thought i can conjure,
and through every smokescreen i create,
i can not get you out of me.
i have spent countless days, trying to erase you,
but it is like trying to hide away the moon.
do we lose the moon when we do not see it in the sky?
i have you etched in me, like a habit, and people never change, do they?
i miss you, like the truth misses being told,
like a song without the words, or a bed without warmth,
i miss you beyond belief, like an old man saying the world is round.
every day, every single little thing leads me back to you,
as my fort gets stronger, good enough for a thousand heartbreaks,
without you, i feel like a blind man trying to describe a feeling.
i love you, thankfully, more than you will ever know,
and i miss you, like you would miss her when she is gone.