Friday, 26 May 2017


If I know I have found you,
Why can I not find the words
To tell you I am going to keep you
Why can I not write poems about you
To tell you about the warm heaviness
That swells my heart, only thinking about you
Every time I try,
Look for metaphors for your perfect bright eyes
Words stop at the pit of my throat and choke me,
Knock the wind out of my system.
Every time I try,
Compare your embrace to sunshine
A feverish warmth surges through me
Making it impossible
For me to scrawl in ink, across pages.
Words run through my head
Like a hurricane, I cannot make sense of
I have forgotten the art
Of painting you
In colours so vibrant and permanent
That you will spend the rest of your life living in them.
I do not know anymore
That overwhelming fervour of 3 am
Converting the thud of my heart to art,
Leaving behind indelible marks,
I have forgotten to rhyme like a sane poet
The one good thing I knew-
Bleeding onto blank pages
Painting them black, in clich├ęs-
Now escapes me.
For when I look at you
In your rawest form, I just see you.
Your eyes don't remind me of oceans,
Your smile of the crescent moon
Your hair doesn't feel like soft wet grass
And your embrace doesn't smell of the hills.
For when I look at you,
I am reminded of nothing
I have ever seen before
Even remotely close to being as beautiful
As you.
My limited vocabulary and even limited experiences
Cannot do justice
To the phenomenon of you.

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Intergalactic Synchronised Swimming

Lay me down tonight
Peep into my eyes
Claw open my mouth,
The stairway to my insides
Look at the universe I contain inside.
Marvel at the darkness
Spilling over with diamonds shimmering,
Burning with stories, age old
Growing only beautiful
Each passing moment.
Look deeper and stare 
Stare at the bursting colours
Growing brighter with fading memories
Leaving behind hues
Of long lost reminiscent touches.
Dive, drown in my universe
Find the moon resting in a left corner
Always burning, a little scarred,
What even the grayest clouds could never mar.
Gape at it sustaining a whole universe
A universe with its little streams of water.
Trace with your fingers the tangible
Trace rocky soils, sprouting weeds
Pluck colours and fragrances off me,
Decorate yourself,
Breathe in the clear sky and the dewy grass
Immerse yourself completely, surrender wholly.
Clench close fistful of diamonds
Enter me a moment, close your eyes
Let yourself be the universe I contain inside
Surrounded by the universe I carry outside.

Monday, 24 April 2017


Will you fancy sitting down with me?
Mend all your rules only because you claim to love me?
The man who sees in black and white,
Will you indulge in grey for me?
Take my face in your hands
Stare down my eyes, gape open my soul
And find my blood reeking of regret and repentance,
Will you find it in your heart to forgive me?
Will you let your head be quiet tonight?
Listen to your heart scream whispers, the only rhythm it knows,
Put your head to my heart
And hear it scream apologies, a rhythm you have never heard before. 
Will you trace my tearstained cheeks
And find the will to wipe them clean,
Like the memories that haunt us and keep you away from me?
Allow time to tend the daggers I sowed, love
Watch me pluck each one out,
And decorate with flowers the holes I dug
Will you fancy sitting down with me?

Thursday, 23 February 2017

Greys to Greens


Tall buildings greyed my mornings
The smokey air reeked in my lungs
And cramped roads never were home to me.
The ghosts of sun rays
Splitting across the sky
Hitting the horizon in multiple hues
Lurked in overhead metro rides
Until I did find home
On the other side of a fenced wall
Sharing smoke at 3 am.
Tall buildings still grey my mornings
And these cramped roads are not my home
My home is no more confined
To spaces and skies and grass
My home now has a face.
Its deep eyes are dark forests
I'd often get lost in
Only to find myself
Its hair, the soft wet grass
My fingers cannot resist.
Its embrace smells of the fresh air
My lungs yearned for
And its laugh now echoes
In each crevice of my body
Like the lullaby of that nightingale
On my windowsill.
And its smile,
My crescent moon,
My solace 
In the dead of the night.