Messed: 

I woke up to the sound of my doorbell
thought it was him..
But that was just my maid at the door.

I look around, me to see messy sheets, 
a week old pizza starting to smell.
Drag myself to the bathroom mirror

a messed up me, stares back.
I stare into the mirror and
see a messed up life..

I stand under the hot shower. 
washing away a three day old grime..

i miss standing under the shower with him,
the scent of his skin mixed with smells of sweet soap

i walk out of the shower, leaving a trail of droplets behind
spray some perfume , wear new clothes..

i miss buttoning up his shirts, messing his wet hair
after he sets them.

I step out of the house, and walk in the rain
i look up at the cloudy sky..
with each falling drop, my tears wash away...

Morning run

A morning run:

It's morning now, the sun has risen..
You wake up , rinse,repeat, a clockwork routine
like a hamster in a cage..
Its time to pack up and go to work, just like every other day..

But, what if,just what if, today of all days
you think of running away..

What if today, you give up being a robot
push open the door
step out and put your best foot forward..

Step on the green lawn and the wet mud
wet from the early morning dew
stop, breathe and Take a long deep one,

push open the gates, get on the road
what would you take the left or right
For today, be unpredictable and take the road which your
heart says yes and mind says no..
just take it without any inhibitions

Step on the tarmac and feel the cold grey road,
pick up the pace and run
from a slow jog to a quick sprint
Run, run like there's no tomorrow

Ignore the faces looking at you,
the buses and cars passing you by..
Run like its the end of the world..

Run by buildings, office, schools
the dark grey buildings they call offices
run past temples, mosques, churches
the places of worship that divide us

Run past it all,
Run past ambition, money, greed, hatred
leave it all behind

run till you reach the end of your city and enter another,
do not stop and keep running from one state to another
from one culture to another,
from one border to another

Run and leave all your past behind,
Till you reach the end of the world
Till the warm sand touches your feet

And with ever step, you tend to sink in
keep walking as you can run no more now,
keep walking towards the great blue vastness before you..
where the sky meets the earth

Walk into the warm frothy water, on which the orange sphere reflects
a few more steps further..and the sand gives away, your feet gives away
and you don't sink, but the waves carry you with them..
closer to the bright orange sphere, which is slowly turning grey

Would you look behind at this point or just go with the waves ?

The 3 words

The 3 words:

Just three words it takes on paper, to start a connection
Three words to describe a feeling, an emotion
to start a life long journey..
Three words that takes the forms of love poems and letters,
Three words that say I love you.

Three words it takes to express longing,
to be near and close, to someone so far away..
Three words that say I miss you.

Three words it takes to make someone smile, 
to make their day better, to make them feel less lonely..
Three words that say I am here.

But it also takes three words to despise another, 
three words that say I hate you, it is over..

On the same paper that said I love you, that 
began 'us' from him and her..
On the very same paper, it just takes two signs to call it off..
yet they are words after all.

A woman is all I am

The lost key:

It was over she said,
Something within him broke.
she didn't want to see or talk to him again she said,
he collapsed on the floor,
the phone fell off his hand.

It took him long to realise,
Why he held on so long.
They were kids when they fell in love,
she had seen him,
he had seen her
and they were dazed.
It was simple as that.


But that was a decade ago,
What happened now?
He couldn't take it
He couldn't let her go.
All he had of her, were those memories.


He looked at the dark trunk before him,
locked and rusted.
He wished to open it, but he had lost the key.
He wanted to break it open,
see the letters from her,
see the drawings she had sent,
when they were just in school.

He remembers it vividly now,
there were days when he had to leave her
go away for miles and days.
His love for his books was more,
Her love for him was more.

She had missed him terribly,
she drew him pictures,
and gave them when he came back.
He had never understood them,
never saw love in those drawings.

He had locked them away in a trunk,
he had lost the only key to the open.

And decades later, now, 
he sits before the trunk.
wishing he had the key,
Wanting to break it open.

To touch and smell and see those old papers,
of her drawings.
Of the old love , which he lost;
Now he missed her, 
now he knew the love for her was strong.
He longed for the hands that drew the drawings,
but instead he only looked at the teardrops in his hands.

Can love happen twice - 


We fall in and out of love,
all through our lives..
could be with the same person, place or thing.
It's just a short burst of energy
from your heart
may last a second or for  years.


Love can be painful or may give you a minute of joy,
it can be a tiny moment, in which you would have lived a life.
A second, a minute, a day
You may want to go live it again and again,
and yet again.

You can fall in love with someone's smile,
their voice, their touch
Sometimes its just that fleeting glance in a
crowded room is all it takes,
for that sudden burst from your heart.

What do you do , when you find a love like that
What do you do , when you find love when you
are already with someone,
Do you let go of that?

All you can do is, hide it deep down in your heart
and maybe , just maybe someday ,

when you are in a crowded room,
you may meet that fleeting glance.
You may have that sudden burst from your heart ,
and live that moment again.

Yes love can happen twice,
and it's beautiful.

An old Shoe box: 

I took a break from work,

packed my bags and got into a bus and headed
 home.

To spend some time alone with my family, 

to spend some on my own.

I love cleaning , keeps me busy

keeps my mind of things,

rather it clears my cluttered mind,

helps rearrange my thoughts.

Among the dust , cobwebs and old papers

an old shoe box fell on my feet.

and in it i found some

old forgotten pictures and letters..

My toothless grandma's grin

grandpa's stories 

smell of my uncle's cologne

sister's warm kiss on my cheek..

Friends playing hide and seek, 

out with the old and in with the new,

few write letters , 

with smells of sand from a foreign land,

others just drift away and leave just lessons.

Letters from grandparents, uncles and aunts,

filled with love and words of wisdom.

Memories which were once

in flesh and blood, 

warm and happy..

are now just pictures and letters,

covered in cobwebs and dust.

Once in a while when you open an old

cupboard,

a dusty old shoe box, lands at your feet.