Love as a Deceiver

Do you still pick out your peas from your meals?

Have you learnt to walk in heels?

Are you still afraid of the stage?

How is it that you still don’t age?

 

The twinkle in your eyes sings to my soul

and ten years without you roll

like a film before my eyes

back to three years with you, filled with lies.

 

And when you had shut the door behind you

broken, brave, fierce and true,

my lungs, like a leaf in snow went dry.

Guilt denied the privilege to cry.

 

Today, as you sit in a far corner of your favorite barista

with faces I know not, I face a familiar dilemma

as a drowned heart comes back to life

and flies to you while I prepare for another dive.

 

For you scorned a heart that scorned your love,

turned your back when I begged you to forgive.

Now no longer the moth attracted to fire,

you know better than to trust him who was once a liar.

 

But do you still get lost because you cannot remember routes?

Did your sister convince you let go of the blue boots?

Does it still infuriate you when people trudge?

Have you finally learnt to let go of a grudge?

Love as a Pessimist

Come, claim a life that was never really yours
Wipe her tears with the sweep of your thumb
Bask in glory when she giggles at something you whispered in her ear
Hide, when she tries to hide you in her arms
Rest your head in her lap as she reads aloud the haiku she wrote
Blush a little when she caresses your cheek and tells you its for you
Calm her down when a nightmare disturbs her sleep
Shed a tear when the protagonist of her beloved novel dies
Lace your fingers around hers as you stroll through streets you grew up in
But the hands in your wrist watch will turn eternally
You claimed a life that was never really yours
Shut your eyes as she walks a road you can never step on
Clench your heart as oblivion devours the depths of her heart
Live, even as the hope in you dies
Because the life you claimed was never really yours

Anguish.Guilt.Tribulation.Torment

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As he floated azure in the wild waters,desperate to consume him;their job half done; that last glimpse he’d had of her flashed in his mind.Blood oozing out of her swollen belly.Tears oozing out of her crimson swollen eyes.she was dying.

The angle they wanted to show the world to was death even before he saw his mother.

Loss. Agony. Remorse. Repentance. Soaked in guilt,doubtful if even dead was capable of relieving him,he let the waters consume him.

 

 

Inter caste?

In the cold waters of the high tide

A shark decided to make a dolphin his bride

It was real,it was weird

It was true,but they feared

For of all such lovers,the waters had been cleared.

They too were parted!

Assuming it a love that did not succeed,

the dolphin’s heart began to bleed

But the shark wouldn’t give up

And as the sun merged with the ocean,

he eloped with his prized possession!

An Ode to the Night

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The crescent moon looks down at me

laughing,I am sure

earlier I had narrated to him my love tale

I had teased him for he was solitary

and my sweetheart outshone him

Ages have passed,

but its still fresh in my memory

he wasn’t teased,nor surprised

The moon,my closest but farthest friend

had smiled,as if sympathizing

yet saying nothing.

I narrated to him our smiles,our tears,our kisses

 

but one night wasn’t enough

I waited the next night

gazing at the pitch black sky

until I fell asleep

He hadn’t turned up

But the night had a romantic aura even without the moon

In the following days,he eventually showed up

Reluctant at first,then crescent,and finally in its unique amatory form.

 

That night,the clouds had veiled the moon

ensuring a heavy downpour

I had believed that rain fell only for passionate lovers

so I wanted to let this rain pour down on my lover and me

I ran down to where i knew i would find him

He was drenched

‘I love you’ He said. I smiled.

But he wasn’t looking at me

I followed his gaze

and saw her running towards him

They embraced.

 

And here i sit now,as lonely as my friend looking down at me

suddenly realizing he isn’t laughing

Its the same sympathetic look again,as if conveying,

‘You and I my friend,are meant to be alone with each other.’