The Trooper.

But often he is lying alone,
in the shadows of the crumbling wall.

Lost in the trackless jungle of his pain.
He clutches the pitiless red earth in vain
and whimpers like a stricken animal.
The world doesn't favour him.
But he isn't the one accepts anything below his bar.
With the taste of defeat still lingering on his tongue,
 he holds his injured arm,
which bleeds not just blood but the song of his courage.
He makes his way towards the light at the end of the tunnel. Again.
Because he may not be the one who wins every war.
He's not the ruler of his fate.

But he also isn't the one who's been taught to give up on his dreams.

Keep Dreaming!

Strangers.

 

She tried everything.

Didn't she?

Cut her hair that trendy.

Dressed up chicer.

Walked like she gave no damn.

And that swagger in her step made you wonder if she was really over you?

And for the teeniest moment, you wanted her back.

Wanted to wrap your arms around her nimble body and tell her that everything would be alright.

Tell her that the boy she was ruing over wasn't just worth it.

But you can't. Because you're the reason she's in tatters.Life moves in such a weird circle, doesn't it?

Strangers, then friends, then best friends, then lovers, and now you're back at being strangers.

You clench your fist on the thought of her going out with someone else. Only to remind yourself that she isn't yours anymore.

Will never be yours again.

Started out as strangers, and better of as the same.


Keep Dreaming!

Heart < Mind

turn away

           (please don't)

and let me live with all this pain.

                        (don't)

just walk away

                  (no)

just turn your pretty face

                          (if you do, I'll die)

tell me the truth

                              (I rather live with lies)

because I don't care anymore

                          (oh, I care for you more than ever)

living in this web of misery I've turned to stone

                                                    (have I?)

tell me everything, make me hate you

                                ( we both know that I can't hate you)

cause hate runs deeper than love

                                            (does it?)

cause hate runs faster than blood

                                       ( I guess, it does.)







Keep Dreaming!

Thief.

I swear
            all my parts are healed.
           I don't get flashbacks or much of that cheesy stuff.

All's good.
              Everything is working out fine.
              Heart beat is normal.
            Mind is in peace.

But you know what?
                         There's one only one thing you
              took away forever.

My innocence.
                  I was a naive girl.
                  A girl who blindly believed in love.
          She knew it would be hard.
 But even then,
              she took her chance
            for the one she loved.

And you,
           you stole her everything
             jumbled her world around
          kicked her heart across the inlays of her
           beautiful marble house of hope.
So bad
       that she lost her,
            love,
 hope,
           sanity,
  belief.

And now,
      I'm an atheist.
not in the sense of God
with a capital 'G'.
But in the sense of the
        world.

You made me grow up so fast.
I used to believe.
You weren't just my first love, lesson or whatever.
You were the thief of my aesthetics.


Keep Dreaming!

No Strings Attached.

love me,

because you're like a poem
easy and fun to read
but hard to decipher.
I'm the poet.
And I like challenges.

need me,

'cause like a wounded animal,
I'm in need for it.
caring hands
caressing words
a little warmth.

Care for me,

because a human always pines
for temporary delights.
and love,
well love is the most temporary
delight of all.
Care will always linger
like an aftertaste.

And,
       this love will have
no strings attached
because like a rubber band
promises always bounce back
and kills me inside.
     
            And this killing,
I cannot survive.
Just let me be a temporary delight
and pretend to love myself for being
a minute adrenaline rush in
someone's extensive life.



Keep Dreaming!

Picture Perfect?

 It's surprising how I've learnt to live without you.
I look at our pictures and it strikes me;
that smile,
which used to make my tummy cartwheel
no longer has the same effects.
those eyes,
which seem to look deep inside my soul
no longer do.
that warmth,
which I used to feel, even if you were not there,
turned into waves of coldness.
the emotions I used to feel,
are numb.
The person beside me in those pictures,
I no longer recognise him.
Our picture is just a picture now, not the
masterpiece I used to think it was.
And the people in the pictures,
they are no longer the same.
Photographs do not change, people do.


Keep Dreaming!

Destruction in disguise.

I'm the silence after a talk.
I'm satisfaction.
I'm the ocean which wears away the sand.
I'm anarchy.
I'm the air of the atmosphere, which
either breaks havoc or nourishes.
I'm naissance.
I'm the cream in your coffee.
I'm improvement.
I'm the cherry on top of the cake.
I'm the best part.
I'm the first rays of Sun, giving light to the world.
I'm the statue of hope.
But most importantly,
I'm a women.
I can be the glue.
Or destruction in disguise.

Keep Dreaming!