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.

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.

Perspectives

You kept on telling,
from far where you stood-
what I do can,
and what I should.

I kept on yelling,
you never understood-
what I did,
and what I could.

She is Poetry

Poetry doesn't have to rhyme.
I am not perfect,
neither you nor anyone.
She is not perfect either.
But she is poetry.
And she doesn't rhyme.
But then again,
poetry doesn't have to rhyme.

The Meeting Point

It's so good for two people to be like two parallel lines. Both will move to the same direction keeping the exact and perfect distance. It's like two people living a life their own way yet complimentary to each other. One's life is independent yet incomplete without the other. Maintaining the perfect amount of space and distance between the relation - not so far, no so close. But then there is a negative point - they don't meet each other. Never ever. This makes their relation incomplete though unending.

And then there are two intersecting lines. They move to their own directions at their own pace. They do not compliment each other. They are free - like wind blowing at its own will. But they meet for at least once. And that point, that intersecting point, is their mark of perfection. At this very point they are in complete harmony and in complete surrender. They lose themselves in each other. At that point, their identity is merged and there remains no one or the other.

This intersection, this meeting point doesn't last for long. But in that one moment they are in perfection. And then they move again to their predefined directions at their predefined pace - never to meet each other again.

I see both of us like those two intersecting lines. And I'm glad that for at least one moment we were in perfection.

Opposites Attract

They thought they were opposites. She liked summers while he felt winters more comforting. She liked sunny days but to him, rains always made him dance though he was not at all good at dancing. She didn't like books but he had a personal library. Also, she wasn't a loner like him, among other things. They were quite opposites you know. And yet they felt the pull towards each other. Like they say, opposites attract, so was their story.

They met couple of times like two random flowers touch mid-air when the wind is blowing. They were like those two random flowers. But he couldn't bear the force of wind and fell on the ground while she blossomed even more.

She was the poetry and he was the poet. For some time, they both were complimentary to each other like a poem and the signature under it. She was known by him and he was by her. Then came the time when signature turned into initials and initials too lost their importance. Like it always happens, everyone remembered the poem and forgot the poet. She was still a poem but he became an anonymous poet. Gradually he lost the anonymous title too.

They thought they were opposites, so as a rule, they would attract. Of course they did, but not for long. They weren't opposites, they were quite similar. They were like same poles of two magnets. And whenever they tried to come close, they pushed each other in the opposite directions.  

Random Five Liners - 5

If I was a color,
I'd choose to be white,
graciously losing itself,
yet alone
shining bright.

***

Setting aside my fears,

someone's hand in mine,

a long walk in the rain,

yes, I am ready,

to play love again.

***

You, in my arms,
with all your charms,
your breath touches
my bare chest,
I shiver in love.

***

Lovers depart,

with heavy heart,

carrying along

a bag full of

broken promises.

***

Memories knock,
each midnight,
I weave words,
another poem
gets a shape.

***

By Chance

One day,
unexpectedly,
we'll collide again,
just by chance,
just like that,
maybe then you'll know,
we belong to each other,
then and now and ever.
I'll win you,
earn you,
never to spend you,
to treasure you,
forever.

Touch

I wouldn't be a star,
or a fresh flower,
but when I die,
I'd be rain shower.
Falling softly on your face,
and if you cry just in case,
in that way we'll win the race,
because no one would be
watching to your tear,
and me too will
touch you my dear.

Why Not Me?

You didn't believe,
That I was sure,
You didn't trust,
My love was pure.
You didn't mean what you said,
You ignored love,
And chose possessions instead.
You weren't that wise,
For once you'll realise,
Maybe not now,
Maybe someday somehow,
That you were wrong,
That it was meant to last long.
Maybe you'll cry,
And wonder why,
Why it couldn't be?
Why it wasn't me?
Why?

Despair

I do not know,
what went wrong?
Nor do I know,
why it didn't last long?
All I know is that I could be,
your voice, your song.
If only you could stay,
a little longer on the way,
perhaps I could prove it,
and never let you go away.
Why don't you understand,
it's only love which is grand,
all the things you long for,
may not be with you till the end.
I don't know if you're here,
reading this or you don't care,
come back for once and see,
how hard it is to live in despair.

Return

Do not expect,
Do not wait,
But if they return,
Ask no questions,
Just embrace,
Do not deny,
Do not hate.

Tiny Tales - II

He,"You're my weakness."

She,"But I want to become your strength."

He was quiet. Maybe he knew she was wrong. He still stands strong.

***

"Write a thought for me," she said.

He wrote his life for her and she never read it.

***

"Don't doubt my efforts. They are sincere," she said.

He trusted. He still trusts.

***

"I cannot hurt anyone," she assured.

Yes, she was right. She didn't hurt anyone except him.

***

"Your words are really your asset," she told him.

She left and his assets flourished.

***

"Move on," she said.


She turned around and he wasn't there. He moved on before she could do. She was still standing there with the guilt on her soul.

***

Tiny Tales - I

She said Amen! a numerous times.

Not a single one worked. Her prayers weren't strong.

***

He,"I always keep surprising you. But you never do."

She,"Someday I'll give you a big surprise."

And she did. She left, to never come back.

***

He asked,"In storms or in sunshine, will you be my valentine?"

And the answer was yes.

Then rang the alarm and he realized he was dreaming.

***

He,"Just want to say,
in simple old way,
in no time we became
one from two,
don't mind if I say,
I love you."

She,"I love you too."

She forgot to mention - conditions apply.

***

He,"I guess I don't deserve you."

She,"Don't say that. My soul knows only you deserve me."

She lied to him. Her soul lied to her.

***

She once told him that he was a gem.

Little did he know that he was just a stone for her.
A pebble under her feet.

***

Nothing Else

In the end,
Love alone shall prevail,
Every science shall fail.

Poet

I have been in love for twice,
I failed in both and it's alright,
To a bitter life it added spice,
I wouldn't be a poet otherwise.