Free Soul

He can make reality out of fiction and fiction out of reality leaving you wonder about the hidden truth. You just can't really judge him. You shouldn't attempt to. He is too many people in one person. You can't keep hold on to him for long. An artist is a free soul. A wanderer - but certainly not lost.

Wreck

I was too deep an ocean and you were too heavy to float. It caused you to drown. And that was the thing I was most afraid of. I thought you could sail or swim. But you didn't. You couldn't. You weren't even prepared to plunge. But you did and drowned. You took the risk. You couldn't measure the depth of my love. Now at the bottom of my heart you will remain buried forever, like a shipwreck at the bottom of the ocean. I was too deep for you. Sigh!

Once More

When I die,
I'll be a shooting star.
You'll make a wish,
seeing me falling afar.

And I'll get you
what you ask for,
breaking myself
for you once more.

Change

Winter is almost gone and the Spring is coming. Seasons change and they leave us sick. Maybe because we get so used to some things that their absence makes us restless. And this is true with people too perhaps. They change and leave us sick.

Intuition

Sometimes I think,
if I hide myself,
would you come
to find me?
But I don't.

Because,
somewhere
deep down,
I already know
that you won't.

Moments

Some of life's
best and
worst moments
are same
and happen
by chance.

Like,
watching you sleep
and knowing
it won't last long,
neither the sleep
nor the glance.

The Wish

Between all these days
and all these nights,
my dreams turned
into nightmares
like crashing flights.

Amidst all the loss and gain,
and despite that subtle pain,
I may not show,
I may not say,
I may not express it again.

But what I felt once
holds true still,
I always wish
you to come to me
and I always will.

The Interview

He was being interviewed at his first book launch.

 

"One last question Mr. Dev", asked the interviewer, "how would you like to be remembered after you leave this world?"

 

"I don't want to be remembered at all", there was a small pause before he continued, "because it'll hurt my people more then".

 

"I want to be remembered now when I'm all alive. If someone loves me, misses me or cares for me, I want them to come to me and say it looking straight into my eyes."

 

"For me, this makes more sense because once I'm gone, I won't be there to know it, I won't be there to appreciate it. So do it now and let me reciprocate what I feel for you."

 

"Because life is too short to be shy."

His answer got more buyers than his book.

Sigh

Through the window I glance
at the dark midnight sky
and wonder if I could ever fly.

Far, so far and so high,
wishing everything and
everyone a final goodbye.

But what I wish may never come by,
so to the world I close my eye
and sleep through my loneliness
with dying hopes and a sigh.

Ignorance

Love is hard
like ice
and soft
like snow.

It's just that
what we see
and how much
we know.

Way Out

I wish someday you know I'm true,
and the one I need is you.

For you, it maybe too early to say,
but I know I am on my way,

Bring me your fears if you have any,
we'll find a way, there are many.

I tried to leave it and move on,
but the love was never really gone.

I  may not say it everyday but still,
I've loved you and always will.