MOON, the only lover

moon, the only ever being who I loved and was loved back from

Sometimes, just sometimes

Sometimes when no one is around, I can still taste you at the buds of my tongue,The tangy minted flavour of my Marlboro, The only lover to never leave my side. Sometimes when I am sleeping alone, I can still smell your musky cologne,Even after washing and rehashing the sheets like thousand times,You’re wrapped around, cocooning

Did You Ever?

Over the years,People came in and drifted out.You wrote sad songs,Dedicated goodbye poemsTo the forlorn souls. Did you everReached out to the One sitting In the far corner ofYour Darkened soul? Did you everCooed the lullabies To yourself When you were left bereft? Did you ever?

The Demon They See As A Saint

I tell them, repeatedly, That how incapable I am Of feeling something For them. They don’t listen, They weep, wail. They beg, For me to take their beating hearts. They don’t see, How my nails elongate, How my fists tighten. Or how much breathless I am. So I do the only thing I know to.

I am the cursed one

I like to shower them with love, Comfort them with words, Kisses and warm hugs. I like to suffocate them with the idea of me, Surround them 24 7 Till all they see, hear, feel Is me. I like to make them think that I’m the one, Rising with their texts or sleeping with one,

I am the ‘She’

She is the phoenix, one you can never get a hold on to.

Something long lost.

Spend nights thinking about the one’s that we knew already that they’d go, at some point. She’d tears for tiny scratches as if the bones would’ve broken, so many times. I still remember, the next mornings that were spend in convincing Maa how I’d slept and instead of talking to someone imaginary in the dark

It felt like..

It felt like those flowers Feeling blessed at your sire’s feet, Or plucked, petals by petals, Just to ensure humanly feelings. Manipulated, hypnotized by the beauty of lies, of life, It felt like sleeping with open eyes. Drowning in the infinity, or falling Till the grass carreses your feet- nudging you into it’s arms.. That

Me.

My father has always been brilliant with numbers. The, once, little dirty boy faught with teeth and claws to make a place for his name in the pages of this World Book. The small wrinkles that now cover his skin, the soft honeyed brown of his eyes will tell you the tales of his struggle

I tried..

I tried to be happy. I really did. I smiled like those shiny models did in front of million flashes. I tried. I smiled like a child who’s just been given the candy he’s been wailing for an hour. The glassy eyes that turns bright at the mere sight of it, as a smile lights