The Sheer Beauty That Was Her

“Sir, would you like another coffee?”
“No, thank you. Just get me the cheque please.”
His eyes still remained fixed outside,
His hands on the table alongside the 4 empty cups.

He sat there every day,
And placed the same order
He would look out the window overlooking the street,
Sitting all alone with his eyes focussed, not letting them wander.

At this time a tall slender figure would walk out the bank,
Her delicate hands holding a purse, file or putting away her black silky locks,

A Plain Sheet Of Paper

We all have a clean slate to start our lives with
Which we blot with our mistakes
Then take a peek into others’
As if to cheat in this life’s test.

Mine has too many strike through
Too many that it looks as if I am the most imperfect

Make me a phoenix

Make me a phoenix and give me those years to live
To experience like the unwise and then learn all there is to learn
Make me a phoenix for then I shall experience all that there is to life
Then from my remains let me be reborn

The past erased like it was somebody else’s
Burn to flames my mistakes and all those experiences

When You Left

You left footprints in the sand and i know it for sure
I had only turned around for a second
And couldn’t find them anymore
The wave took the impressions with it
But left the very same sand
And now as i am not sure where you went
So right there i still stand

A Was and A Will Be

There is a was, the reason we cry..
But there also is a will be, which is why you should smile :)

A Dark Outline With A Darker Shadow

At dusk i saw an outline
A dark outline with a darker shadow
I could see it moving
I could see it approaching
With fear there was a curiosity in me
To see the face that belonged to the outline,
That belonged to the shadow

I expected it to be dark
I expected scars, marks of stitches
I tried to lean in to steal a glimpse

Tending To My Wounds

There were times when we fell down and bruised our knees,
And people would come sprinting after us just to get us back on our feet,
The injuries were hardly there yet there was a deep concern,
And with age the same feeling would never return.

You fall down and stand up before anyone sees you,
You hurt yourself and bandage it too, cover it with your clothes so that no one can even see the bruise,

A Place With No Names

A different attempt.. posted with second thoughts.. *fingers crossed*

What would it be like to have no name?
It would be mostly be the same for everyone: 'hey', for a friend, foe or acquaintance
I wonder what would be like when I would want to call someone
Would I touch their arm or wave from a distance?

It is funny to imagine the chaos it would create
Some guys would have pounding hearts when they'd see a hot girl waving from a distance

Is It Time To Say Goodbye Already?

The silence was menacing
There was a disharmony in the lost words
The air between them was already tensed
It was as if they had turned their backs already

The one confession changed it all
The one sentence took it all away from them

When I Thought I Had Won

Just when i thought i had reached the shore did i realize i had reached a rock in the ocean,
Just when i thought i had climbed the hill did i realize it was a part of a higher mountain.

What i saw was the smaller picture, tip of the iceberg,
What i believed was based on incomplete knowledge,
I hadnt analyzed, i hadn't contemplated,

The Power of Words

It can hurt you more than the deepest wound,

It can make you believe a lie,

It can throw you in an emotional abyss,

Or make you imagine sheer bliss.

Manipulation, flattery, understanding, jokes,

Advice, preaching, command, curse, or a prayer,

It all needs to be spoken, if not aloud at least in the mind,

Rise above the bullies

A mellow breeze accompanied by the soft ruffle of leaves

Sunlight giving warmth and the wind teasing my locks

I walk with a light shiver and cold hands in my pocket

I am ghostly white as colour leaves my cheeks

My eyes are swollen for they are devoid of sleep.

It has been days since I fell asleep peacefully

Not awoken by a fit of panic

Not revisiting the moments I dread as I dream

When the past haunts..

“I am not a child anymore, I have grown up”

I tell myself

“I know what to do; I can tend to my own wounds”

To all others I say

I have the armour – the shell I have for myself

I have the wisdom – my own experiences

I Seem To Have Forgotten

Dedicated to all hostelers

I seem to have forgotten how it feels like to be home
I seem to have forgotten how it feels like to have someone to take care of you every second, every minute
I seem to have forgotten how it feels like to have awesome food all day
I seem to have forgotten how it feels like to have peace at night

It was nice to have forgotten it in a way
It was nice to have people laughing when i fell

Wanna live my childhood again..

Wanna sleep that peaceful sleep..
Wanna dream that dream again..
Don't get it why i ever grew up..
Just wanna be a three year old again..

Wanna worry about homework and teachers..
Wanna worry about not scoring again..

Give it a thought..

When you look in the mirror, who do you see?
The person you really are or the one who others want you to be?

The lost soul

A short story..

Wild flowers blossom as the sun shines down the horizon. The wind blows soothingly and carries with it the smell of the earth and dew drops still linger on the leaves. A lone figure walks down with mind elsewhere and holds something tightly. The faded blue jeans and the plain white top makes her look pale. Her hair fall down her pink cheeks straight and end in loose curls. Her black eyes look down and

The Dark Side of Me..

I wake up and find a shadow
a shadow as dark as the night
a shadow that is hardly visible
only somehow it is to me, when to others it might

might barely be noticible
''then why is it to me?''
is the question i ask myself
when to it, others are obsolete

probably they aren't bothered enough to notice
but it matters to me and it will change my course of life

I Plead Not Guilty

There are cases when you see some crime (major or minor) happen around you and you walk by thinking it isn't your business. But then are you not guilty? Inspired by the Keenan and Reuben murder case, and also the Jessica Lal case. Are the by-standers not guilty?

He needed my help but I didn’t know him

He saw hope in me, but I didn’t want any part in this

I was a bystander, a passer-by, who was at the wrong place at the wrong time

They had stabbed him in front of me, I had witnessed gruesome the crime

I went closer when they left,

Called the police as my first response

I tried to lift him up, called for an ambulance

But then I realised I had witnessed a murder, I would have to plead innocence

I tried running with blood stained hands

I tried washing off the stains off my shirt