I heard a whisper
" Cut those ties,
ribbons and ropes,
decide the kill,
and make it slow
let those flowers
of yours dry to the core.
uproot.
simmer.
wither.
change.
change so slow
sooo slooww
that my eyes don't understand
where to go
just like the sunset
where the sun drowns
from sunflower yellow
into the cold ocean blue, alone "

-

You'll never know

Because I'm moving on sooner than the psychologist predicts about overcoming a heartbreak,
Because I'm being more sociable rather than spending days of gloom;
Don't judge me being not in love in the season of love.
Don't say I was fake all way just because you see me happy now.
Don't just be the filthy society mocking from their verandah.

Look, it was all so gradual! Our breakup wasn't our first tiff. It wasn't a misunderstanding and we weren't immatured kiddas. It wasn't an unpredictable tsunami which would swallow everything up abruptly. It was like the Spring which, even though knew Autumn's gonna shed all love after Summer, adorned its most beautiful attire.
Towards the end, we knew the love stalks are weak and the bond is withering. It wasn't the fights. The decision was made together, with trust so intact! We suffered and cried together. Finally, we got over each other, together.
Now, this is life and here, the seasons won't repeat. The story isn't gonna be the same next Spring. Or maybe, I won't have a second Spring.
So, don't just judge. Because you don't know me; because you aren't in my shoes.
I have to move on, have to smile; for myself and for him.

-

कुछ धागे उखड़े ही अच्छे लगते हैं
जैसे फटी हुई जीन्स
कुछ ज़ुल्फें बेतरतीबी से बंधी हुई ही अच्छी लगती हैं
और चाहत सिर्फ बेरुखी के पीछे शर्मा कर छिपी होती है,
कभी कभार झांकती है और गले लगा जाती है

*complete poem in caption*

-

Yet sometimes in the dark nights, dormant memories you thought you annihilated erupt from the deep core and haunt you till you can't breathe. You cry till there are no tears left, still your ailing heart doesn't stop aching. You realise somewhere in you, something has just died and you can't figure it out.

You want some more night, more darkness, but time flies and it's already dawn. Maybe, someone wants the day, more than you need the night; that someone who still has them in life with whom, eternal memories were cherished.

Every dark night, you die somewhere, still surviving. But only you know honey, surviving isn't living life. Maybe that's what is life and that's how it should be.

-

I believe in you.
I believe in myself, too.
That's why I'm telling you,
when you leave,
don't look back,
for if you do,
I'll run towards you
as fast as I can,
forgetting why you left,
forgetting why I let you go.

-

In the gap between
my bed and the wall,
your name slipped down
from my hand one night.

Difficult to be pulled up,
it crept deep in the gap
hiding from
my regular dusting,
my irregular shower
of cute nick names,
flying away by the gushes of air.

The day I leave this home,
I might hold a flower in that same hand
filling the void that your name gave.
I might not be looking for you anymore,
I'll be only smelling a flower,
whose memory will easily fade away.

-

हर रोज़ मेरी आंखें मुझसे गिला करती हैं
के नींद क्यों आती नहीं

मैं आंखों को कैसे बताऊं
नींद आती तो है,
पर मैं उससे तुम्हारी शिकायतें जो करता हूँ
वो उन्हें रात भर सुनती रहती है
ठुड्डी पर हाथ रख
आंखों के नीचे बैठती है
और फिर अंगड़ाई ले कर
खुद सोने चली जाती है

-

My brain
took a day off
and my heart
started weighing
love and logic.

Somehow,
the scale with
no love
was heavier than
the scale with
a lot of logic.

-

//vessels

maybe
it's all about
the threshold,
the lack of love
to be absorbed
before
oozing it out.

-

//hurt


Believe
in your hurt
and that
it has made
you strong;
lie down
in the curry
of oozing words,
use them to show
how not
you are all wrong.

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