Its all about
And dancing in circles
like little children in kindergarten trying to keep up
With the increasing tempo of the song they sing,
all in different notes, varying pitch, but in unison nonetheless
If one trips
The rest slow down
So he can get back up,
Laughing it off like he meant it to happen
And the others join in while dancing together in circles again
Because that is what best friends do.
Auron se kyun chupke rehta hai?
Deewaron ke peeche se jhaanke
Kyun mann hi mann tu rota hai?
Unko khulke hasta dekhke
Kya tera bhi jee karta hai?
Jab woh baarish mein naache jhoomke
Tu chhate ka bojh kyun uthaata hai?
To be or not to be
I can’t fathom this dichotomy
I don’t flip a coin
Options were never mine
Is there a yes to a no?
My highest is still low
I see mirrors not glass
Light hits but doesn’t pass
Doors close, none open
Heard everything, never spoken
Your path has forks
Both frequented roads
I dig a tunnel underneath
Looking for a way in between
Wrapped up in warm fuzziness and reading perfectly normal literature, thank you very much.
Hot, milky tea with just the right amount of ginger, glazing my palate like raindrops on my bedside window.
Applying the same non-sticky moisturizer after a hot shower and smelling like myself again.
Cheese popcorn buckets and lemon mojitos remaining untouched till a movie starts.
Studying maths in the middle of the night for its beautifully simple coherence and knowing I won’t be graded for it.
Newly bought black nail paint gliding on my perfectly filed nails with James Bay in my room all to myself.
Watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine on repeat and seeing my Bakerstreet Boys in action.
Looking at the pristine white dome of the Gurudwara on my way to college and offering a silent prayer.
The truest thoughts of my introverted self stored anonymously on the World Wide Web.
A handful of people with whom I can live on a deserted island forever.
Meditating early in the morning like its the only thing that matters in life.
I shushed the quiet me
For my silence was barking mad.
I needed to talk, to have an opinion
Even if it wasn’t essentially mine.
The noise will wake me up, I thought,
And my personality will open it’s eyes.
But I inwardly crave for the melody
Of a serendipitous lull in my head
That perfectly compliments the lyrics
Of a world within my heart
Telling me to observe
A beautiful outer universe
With sound-proofed wonder.
I still remember…
The familiar scent of your skin
That filled up my nostrils
When I entered your house
And my childhood refuge.
The veins on your hands and feet
Were like lines on a map
That led to a treasure
Of my childhood memories.
The needles and yarn
You sat with for hours
And used to knit while I watched
Were my childhood toys.
Those delicacies you made
Which nobody else could replicate
And the treats you never missed to send
Became my childhood favourites.
The colour of your hair
Changed from crimson to white
Like autumn gives way to winter
And my childhood came to an end.
Now I know why I miss my childhood.
It was only when she was left alone,
Did she realise she was never lonely.
A mind with thoughts of just her own
Was calmer than it had ever been.
Her shadow kept her safe at night.
She struck conversations with her heart.
One hand held the other tight
And her favourite song was her laugh.