Yet another

And just like that,

The light falls on yet another day.

Yet another dream gets to stretch its limbs,

Yet another hope has a chance.

Yet another light rekindles in the shadows.

Yet another question goes unanswered,

Yet another bird is not yet extinct.

Yet another day to seize,

Yet another day for the farmer, for the breeze.

Yet another round of the sun,

Yet another earthly run.

Yet another chance to succeed.

Yet another reason to not pay heed.

Yet another this, yet another that.

Dear earth,

Haven't you still thought of yet another act?

To the evening sky

Why are evenings so beautiful if it's going to be nightfall?

If I do a live commentary on the weather would you watch it all?

How the sky and it's clouds change colour so often

From golden to orange to red, molten

I think the sky likes to take turns

To match it's favourite flower's burns

Today it is the gulmohar red

Tomorrow it will be the violets, they said.

Don't you think the clouds should also have a say?

In matters of importance like these nay?

Carry forward

They say old habits die hard.

Is that why I cling

to a particular idiosyncrasy

of a past lover

and shamelessly flaunt it in front

of the next?


I ask for cold coffee at Candies

even when you're not there

For Nirmal Verma at the Prithvi bookstore

after realising his brilliance

I look for a book

with your common yet filmy name


Why?


Maybe because I like to own my scars

instead of hiding them.


My playlist bears testimony to the fact that

Carnatic music and Jazz can co-exist,

thanks to you two.


By the way, ever since you told me

about the empty rhyme scheme

my poems haven't rhymed.


This once, I want to kill

an old habit

of mine

Of loving people

past their time

Did you even love me?

Did you even love me?

Or was it all a farce?

The concerts, the movie dates,

And the talking under the stars?

Whenever I see you now,

And trust me it's more often,

There's a burning rage inside me

That I'm trying to soften

My restlessness on seeing you is now gone

Instead there is composure

But the storm still rages within,

Why was there no closure?

I wish you find the peace that you were seeking

Within you somewhere

Or if it was adventure and pace that you were seeking

May you follow your own dare.

Daily ballads as reminders to the lover

Listen,
At the day's end,
When I'm tired to the bone,
Won't you remember the language of love on my tongue?

The magic I bear in my eyes, and
The words I speak with passion?

These words are as close to me as my skin.

Don't remember the small differences that tend to creep up.

Think of the many tender afternoons and evenings that we've spent together
Conversing as only we can,
I don't speak, but you listen.

Your eyes follow mine.
I blush for a second,
Then adjust.

I focus,
After all, every inch of your heart is mine.

When you smile feebly,
Remember to add in your smile,
A little bit of my sunshine.
And smile, as much as you can.

Listen,
As the evening dawns upon us
Won't you remember?
How we spent today's twilight hour,
There was laughter and lots of banter.

There was a little crying in pain,
And sighing in heavy breaths,

But even this sighing was sighing,
Over how, we fell in love, yet again. 

Birthday reminders

To my dearest Shweta, 

Every artist needs a little reminder sometimes. 
Artists like you and me,

Today on your birthday, I would like to remind you 
Of the exquisite act only you can do

By sharing a piece of your life with others

Today, on your birthday, I would like to thank you, for reminding me of my strengths, among other things

By gently nudging each other, I'm sure both of us will evolve as artists

The aim is not to make the world better suddenly

But to make the day more bearable

Spending time with you has always been joyful

With new things to learn and appreciate

Here's to stopping and staring at beauty 
And not missing out on each other's company. 
Here's to making slightly better life decisions.

Here's to artists, like you and me. 
Here's to you and another year of exploring life. ❤

Have you ever?

Have you ever
held someone
as they sleep
in your arms?

Have your heard
their soft breaths,
and sighed softly
at their utter beauty?

Have you ever slept,
and felt
the eyes of someone
gazing at you admiringly?

Love can be harsh
to those
who aren't used to it yet

There are some
who only give

Have you let love in, yet?