Authenticity?

Look at all those picture perfect moments

The idyllic life

The merry making, the bright skies

For once, can you dare to look beyond 

Those eyes that shine? 

Was that happiness or tears that hide

A longing? A wound that stings? 

Can you dare to listen to those silent screams?

Not compare a day with your fancy news feed,

Or the impeccability of life on the TV screen?

Can you talk about the dullness, the rotten 

Self destructive pleasures this verse brings,

Bleeding on the drudgery of life, a wee bit of authenticity?!

WRECKED

Slice open my chest and you’ll see

Bare, hollow nothingness

Try your luck finding the treasure you seek

Make a few cuts around, go a little further down

Probably you’ll place it

That, what I could never reveal

As I lay there with half lidded eyes

Glaring into the void

Waiting to be wrecked further

Until you find, 

What you need. 

Go ahead, wreck me.

10 days to December

A turn of events
exchange of an old familiar glance
it changed everything
yet again.

It's 10 days to December
I am counting each one as it comes
prepping myself for the winter
warming up my palm with my own.

I am enough

No chase, no anxiety

No wish, no fear

I am sitting in my bed,

With a blanket tucked tight

Saturdaying with some words that yearn to spill out

Like sparkling champagne

On a celebratory night

But what's the celebration for, I think to myself.

Tonight I am at rest

There is no plan to make

There is nothing that can shake

My will to take on whatever tomorrow brings

Tonight I have nothing to lose

'Cause I've already let go

Of all my fears

Most of all, of being alone 

And realized, I can be enough

To live with. 

Tonight I am enough

And there is no one else I seek

Tonight I am enough

And there is no place else, I would rather be.

Heard by one, sung by two.

embracing the changing wind
with every step towards tomorrow
tussling a sore ache, hiding a recent scar
unsightly, but deep
she takes to her bosom the gifts of today
No questions asked, no love sought
only some hope in eyes for a new start
everything that comes along, is bonus.

the more it was held on, the sooner it got away
now from a distance she watches time enacting its play
its dancing with the new, its kissing the wet lips
its curling toes inside, as a pair of arms dissolved
fears, anxiety, uncertainty unresolved.

letting go of all foreboding, her canvas was now smeared
with hues of passion reds and bleeding blues
those bold strokes created music for sight
heard by one and sung by two.

While learning to unlove

Kept withdrawing each step

away from your direction

that took away a lot

some smiles, many tears

little love, and all of my heart

created my own little space

away from everything that was yours

it took one second for you to enter it back

one look, one song, and too much hurt

Starting again from scratch

let me walk away

stop pulling me in

you know we were set for decay.

I know I can't unlove

but let me at least forget

that song of love,

those hair falling on your forehead

let me learn to live without you

and learn how to harbor my regrets.

The three 'R's

In disdain I watched from the window of my office

A patch of grass being redone

On the little ground between

The tallest structures of bricks and mortar

And I questioned the existence of the

Slender palms, spread across a reasonable green 

It was a reassurance, to the ones like me

That there is the possibility of bloom

Even amidst the detached exchange of hellos and cold rubbing of shoulders

Or is there?

Or will there be the need to renew,

another patch of grass, as they threw

That burning cigarette, on its last leg

And pressed it under their shoe

Because that's what everything is reduced to

The three words - Reduce, Recycle and Reuse

That's what everything has reduced to.