Sleep

Hush, he said. 

You're just a child. 

Lost in this fog 

That's spreading wild. 

Come, he said. 

Let me hide you. 

From deceit, and misery 

And cold so blue. 

Sleep, he said. 

This Earth will know. 

That you need another life 

Where you can grow. 

Maybe

Maybe. Just maybe I should 

Learn to leave the people I love, alone. 

Then maybe. Just maybe one day 

They'll come looking, when I'm alone. 

Nourishment

You said it was like food. 

The words. The voice. 

The occasional whisper. 

And then, you went on a diet. 

Show me

Show me one good reason to love 

Is it not but punishment 

For each time you let your self go 

Is it not the paved road to hell 

On which you rise, and fall 

Is it not a ticket to destruction

Is it not why you wake up with tears 

And don't know why 

You can't breathe, and yet aren't dead 

Show me one good reason to love 

And I'll show you darkness 

Surrounded by lights that fade eventually 

One day at a time

His taste, on her tongue 

Was like acid. 

Psychedelic and recurring. 

And with each kiss, 

The drug infused with her blood 

Till she couldn't think straight anymore.

It was what it was. 

Terse. Hellish. Permanent. 

Entwined between their drenched bodies 

Lay heaven and earth's dreams, 

And words that would never be spoken 

Till he raised her mouth to his again. 

It's a good thing

It’s a good thing she didn’t believe in love

Or else she’d have never seen through

Those silly words, and those promises

That he kept making her.

It’s a good thing she knew when to walk

Away from that rainbow coloured bubble

That looked more beautiful than the Sunday sun

When she had her glasses on.

It’s a good thing, she reminded herself

That she took that ghastly painting back

The colours were all wrong, she had said

He didn’t disagree.

It’s a good thing that there were at least five

Unread books still lying on her shelf

And a few unseen films for those silent nights

That she loved so much.

It’s a good thing she didn’t believe in love

For when he would go offline for hours together

That terrible clenching feeling in her heart

Could be so deceptive.

It’s a good thing. Yes it is, she said twice

Imagine what this stupid heart could do to you

Break without warning, and make such a mess

It’s a good thing. Yes it is. 

Cleanse

And as I purged myself of you
First went the words
Laced with deception

Then went the touches
That were never meant for me
Slowly disintegrating to dust

The kisses were wiped away
One after another, slowly
Till the lips were non existent

And then went the smiles
Demolished to the ground
Leaving no room for return

But what does one do
About the bloody memories
They leave such ugly stains

Butterflies

She: remember those butterflies I would talk about every time we would meet?
He: yes, I do.
She: they are dead now. 

Light it up

A candle for God's altar 
And a candle for the brave 
A candle for those nights in the dark 
And a candle for your grave.

The end

Fuck love.

Fuck the 10 fingers

That I know better

Than my own skin

Fuck that smell

That runs through my veins

And poisons my blood.

Fuck it all.

Fuck the fact

That you see me for me.

That you burnt the masks

I’d wear, one by one.

That I can’t breathe

When you’re inches away

And how you tease my soul.

Fuck that too. 

Not worth it

I ain't got what she got babe
Not the charm 
Or the mysterious smile 

I ain't got the curves love 
Nor the moves 
To make it worth your while 

In fact I got nothing babe 
But a damaged soul 
That needs a stitch or two 

A kiss to make it better 
Maybe some love
But I ain't getting that from you

Know this

You see, I want only what's inside 
The absolutely dark side 
The part no one really gives a fuck about 
The part that even you would discard 

And if you rip yourself open 
And hand it over 
With all the blood, veins, and the secrets 
I will drink it till my soul is stained 

I will cut away the lies and stories 
Sever the masks of iron 
That you wear so passionately 
Remove it all - layer by layer 

So understand this 
I want nothing of the good 
Just the dark spots, the ugly corners 
To be the star of this miserable tragedy 

Coffee

"Of all the men I've had, the only one I remember is the one who stayed back for coffee, each time," she said to him. "That is sweet," he replied. 

"It was more than sweet. I don't know how to make coffee to save my life, or anyone else's for that matter," she said. 

Carnal

Fuck me. Close your eyes, or don't close your eyes.
In the dark, or in the light.
No one cares. No one's watching.
Our fingers locked, there's no way of
Telling them apart.

But our lips are different.
Yours gentler, smiling, curious.
Mine, just hungry.
And, like a gourmet meal set before me 
I taste you. All of you. 

There are no deadlines, and we have nowhere else to be. 
Therefore darling, tonight, just fuck me. 

Dark love

The funny shadows became the empty pages
She had been looking for a while
As the lamp burnt timidly in the corner
She wrote the verses in her mind

He touched her face and her hair
And she saw him through closed eyes
When their bodies came together
Like a storm on a listless night

He didn't say anything, he didn't have to
She smiled occasionally at his face
And whispered a prayer now and then
And silently begged for him to stay

But he got up and left, every time
Making no promise to return
But come back he did, into her arms
And she wrote poetry again, as they entwined

please

Buy the groceries, and make the dinners

Pay bills on time; collect her from work

Surprise her with a whatever carat ring

Walk by the river, talk about the future

Say something funny; agree with her 

And as swiftly as you do, drink all the wine 

Live with her, smile at her, cry with her

Give her your hopes; give her your dreams

Give her everything that you’d give to me

Call her, text her, or leave her a note

Make exotic plans; have those babies 

Just don’t touch her the way you’d touch me

Amnesia

I thought of the five funny videos

That still remain in my inbox

Watch them, you had said

And I had forgotten.

Tonight, I will for tonight I must

Or else tears will stain the sheets

You aren’t coming home

Because you also forgot.

White lies

What do you want for your birthday

She asked him quietly

You, he said, without much hesitation

It was an obvious lie

She wanted to believe that lie

And she clearly did

It made her illusion a little happier

And she needed it

That lie travelled across the globe

In her little pocket

Across cities, states and nations

Like a secret bodyguard

A few years later, on a winter’s day

His wedding invite came

She had to be there, for his sake, it said

And she would go

Her painted feet touched the floor

And walked gently

Towards the glittering decorations

As she stood before him

It was going to end tonight for sure

Their silly fairy tales

He was checking out for good

From her pretend world

But she was smiling from the heart

Even shook his hands

And the soft hands of the beautiful new ‘her’

Taking home just the lie 

Light up

It’s interesting how

Smoke from a cigarette

Dances to its own tunes

Swaying, twirling and shifting

It’s interesting how 

A little light from the sun

Makes the whole dance

Into one big theatre production

And then you blow

Gently into the centre

And the smoke disappears

Leaving little or no visual trace

But your drapes

And your sheets and pillows

Hold the memory

Of every cigarette ever smoked

Just like love. 

Her. Him.

When she came

She stared at him

And with tears in her eyes

In utter silence

She gave him her heart

When she came

He looked at her tears

Tenderly, with affection

And wondered when

And how he'd hurt her