LOOP

P_20161016_152608

Lovers found and lovers lost.

Kisses shared and kisses that you forgot.

You wanted to keep her but you can’t.

You didn’t want to forget him, but you did.

The flame that you are burning in

For you can’t claim her and you can’t claim him.

You stab their existence,

And it’s your sadness that bleeds.

All these songs and the flowers in your backyard.

Once beautiful, now are charred records

Figments of your soul,

Travelling to other universes,

With the one forgotten and the one you are forgotten by.

Are we ever to cross paths?

Yes, in your mind and vision for the days to come.

She will still be in your dreams,

But she will appear to you only as the faded and the dirty picture hanging by the wall.

And for a new face you’d fall.

Lovers found and lovers lost.

You may not find someone like him,

She may not smell like her.

But when the time comes

You will bend your elastic heart

And don’t worry, you will adjust.

There is a universe, you like to think

Where there is a world for you and him

There still is, but what is hers is not yours.

And what is his is not yours.

What is not yours is not yours.

Would you do me a favour?

Just take care.

What you are looking for is not lost.

Its right here

And it’s right there.

Jazz

Sturdily always playing in my mind like a trumpet
Giving me sonic heartbeats

I sway in my own arms or in someone else’s

Intentionally perforating your presence in them

I give in after a while

No, it’s not you.

You.

You’re jazz and everything else is blizzard.

But you slip out like the tunes that make my hair dance

Like my play list, like the changing songs

Slow, raging, steady, headfast

I place my fingers one after another

In the haze somewhere tapping the fingertips of yours.

Then I sway again, now on the patio out of their grip and mine

Welcoming you with the wind to seep in my skin.

Stay for a while, in the comforts of my bosom and the excruciating warmth

You have a long journey ahead to forge

I’m just obliged that you’re the jazz

Forsaking me ever so happy, ever so glad.

Hover

Much senile, much true. Best friend I like the long walks with you.

As senseless as it may seem, best memories are those I day dream.

Strolling through the streets of a different city with you I realized some people are here to stay for a lifetime.

Out of the heaps of burnt cigarette buds, puffs from that first cigarette nothing could curb.

Cheating your loved ones comes with situation; stealing some moments away from a busy life comes with misery’s inflation.

 One’s who throw their hearts out, we resist, we renounce. For the ones who hide them in their golden keeps, we stout?

Read, you will get enlightened. Write and you’ll have people frightened.

Be as stupid as you can for the people you dearly like and as cold as ice for the ones you dislike.

Not thinking over repercussions is smart not caring is just a petty art.

Sabotaging someone with your love is called an expectation. Setting someone free with your love is
called deliberation.

Your hair tangled in my fingers is my compassion. My hair tangled in them is mere indolence.

What I have written is boredom’s spectrum and what I am feeling is nothing short of a tantrum.