Chemistry

The smiles, the smoke

The flowing talks

When judgement wasn’t being served

And silence too meant a lot

Boundaries were being bent

Frustrations found a vent

Where love wasn’t on the cards

But the chemistry to go unnoticed

It seemed hard

When the need to name

And the urge to confine

What they shared as a relation

Seemed vain and futile

 Written for Magpie Tales # 275

When my soul went discreetly quiet

When the gypsy in me

Could no longer flee

Hypocrite to myself I now seem

While strangling, one by one, my own dreams

And amidst all this uprooting disquiet

I felt my soul going discreetly quiet

When people who so near

Could no longer hear

My insides tearing apart

Tiny pieces crumbling from my heart

And amidst all this uprooting disquiet

I felt my soul going discreetly quiet

When friendships that were strong

Made you feel all wronged

Facades that I couldn’t break

Trust even was put at stake

And amidst all this uprooting disquiet

I felt my soul going discreetly quiet

When everything around seemed hazy

Madness inside reached a new level crazy

Control on life was unheard of

Once silent waters now seemed rough

And amidst all this uprooting disquiet

I felt my soul going discreetly quiet

Because your soul has a way

To make you hear which aloud you can't say  

It withers from the insides

Without making much noise

And amidst all this uprooting disquiet

You can feel your soul going discreetly quiet

Written for MagpieTales # 258

Written for PoetryJam – Silence

Imaginary Garden - The Tuesday Platform

Alone

Sometimes it gets lonely. So lonely that it feels as if I’m the only person on this planet. Alone. Totally alone. And on such nights, it is only the loneliness that talks to me. Talks to me in a language that just the two of us can understand! Because it has been my companion. Since long! It talks. And while it talks, it transports me. It transports me to a bygone era. An era where a part of me, or wait; the whole me lives. Still. The funny thing being that this loneliness wasn’t in sight then. Today, it enwraps me like air and the irony is that it feels exactly like lack of it. A complete blackout; not of light, but of my emotions. Or maybe not. Because at such times, the only emotion I can feel is ‘YOU’.  

Written for Magpie Tales # 246

Sharp as Swords

Your words

Sharp as swords

Purposely you say

Them you do not weigh

Aiming to derogate

For unknown reasons, me you hate

Your words

Sharp as swords

They shake me up

They break me down

Constantly on loop

In my mind now they play

Your words

Sharp as swords

I replay them again

And rises inside a sharp pain

My day is spoilt, and so is my mood

Inside I sit and relentlessly brood

Your words

Sharp as swords

You called me to meet

And with your words, you mistreat

Didn’t take you minutes at all

To find within me unknown faults

Your words

Sharp as swords

Play, replay

They constantly go on

If only

You would have stopped

To think and weigh

Your words

Sharp as swords

May be it’s in your nature

To not nurture

But merely cause hurt

Your words

Yes !

They were sharp as swords

Written for Magpie Tales # 223

Unmade as always

Unmade as always

But hey, I like it that ways

Creases forming intricate designs

This bed has seen all my mood signs

Cried I have sunken on the pillows

When life was vague and nothing but hollow

Privy to all sweet nothings

Along with sweethearts, it listened to talks so mushy

Sitting in my sweat pants

Writing poetry and the rants

While readying for the hangouts

On it, all the dresses have been laid out

Jumped on it in excitement

Punched it hard in resentment

Pizza crumbs on it be found

And yes, my phone must also be around

Cuddled on it with soft toys

Under warm blankets, oh what joys!

Lazed around for hours at a stretch

Lost in thoughts sitting on its edge

Me and my world it has held

Oh yes, I just love my unmade bed!

This one is written for Mag # 212