pictures i'll never talk about, part 3

Can you see that? my hands shaking as I writemy lips quivering as I recitemy mind numbing as I declinemy eyes blinking hard as I try to reviveall the days with youmy paradise No.I can’t!It cannot happen.It should not happen! i want to talk about youi can’ti want to talk about usi can’tabout that one…

शामें

मिले थे जब हम तुमसे शाम न वो फिर आयी थी न प्यार था पहला मैं तुम्हारा न चाहने की वो ख्वाहिश पहली मैंने कुछ पायी थी होश में थे असर कम था घाव कुछ नए थे दिल कहां ये बस में था वो पलकें झुका के जब तुम मुस्कुराई थीं कहूं सब सच तो…

A story

. “I’m sorry.” he said. Bending down, he brushed the dust off her shoelaces and started tying them. “I could never tie a knot, as pretty as yours. I always tried but it was never the same. You know that right?” It was heaven. Her voice. He couldn’t muster a reply. Maybe because no words…

A doom! We belong?

I was around four year old, when I witnessed a murder.(I later understood, it was my first ‘witnessing’ among many.)Ah! A gruesome death, if you ask me. It was a girl.I don’t remember much details now except some chit-chat and few noises at the backBut there’s this one thing that I can’t forgetIt’s a thought!That kept…

to all the men, for whom she was too much, to handle

. i remember it quite wellwhen i heard the phrase first timemy reflection on the broken mirrora figure clenching the glass of wine “I don’t think it’ll work anymoreI can’t understand you I can’t handle youWhat’s the point, calling you mine?” for me,‘mine’ had never been a possessive termit always meant lovewith a soft touch…

Not Done.

. kisses on my forehead tresses on your fingertips my voice, your voice sound humming through our heartaches i tried forming words maybe settling not to whine oh your patience my darling it draped me like a vice sloshing slipping i tried not to sink maybe hanging to float oh your touch on my skin

Appearance In The Dark

.Shiny black coatShirt white tucked insideBlack bow tie melting heartsThat twinkle in his eyes Ah the perfect gentlemanIndeed he was heaven for my parched sight Fingers dancing to his rhythmFeet tapping on their own accordLips mirroring his syllablesMind drunk on reaching to his world near, yet so far. Not one of regular tune on your…

Omens

. The birds were restless today. Before, when I looked at them Soaring high in the sky I often imagined about how freedom exists But today, they were different Busy Scared Scared to fly too high in the sky Scared to let go of any home they’ve occupied A few others, few brave ones, there…

Her.

. I saw her in between the seasons She was always there Just for that amount of time. “Where will I find you, if after one day the seasons don’t change?”, I would ask her. “They are called so because they’ll always change.” was her only reply. I don’t remember the place I met her…

Musings #15

. There’s this hole I need to fill A desire to have Whatever makes me crack For a change Have someone writing me instead Or me creating everything I am All at world’s display This need to be at the edge of things Maybe not clog my mind When it’s hard to understand Get rid…