SOMEDAY…

Someday,

You would look at me

In a different way

Smile at me

Then shy away

I would smile right back

But say nothing,

Jiggle my bracelet,

Fiddle with my ring.

Someday,

You would hold my hand

And meet my eye.

We’ll just stand there

And the time will fly.

The sun would set

And the moon would rise,

But all this while,

You would just look in my eyes.

Someday,

We would be together,

Playing in the loft,

You would stop suddenly

And kiss me soft.

You would take me in your arms

And hold me there

For me, that would be heaven

Else, nowhere

Someday,

You would take me to the beach,

We would lie on the sand.

Sometime soon,

You would hold my hand.

You would look in my eyes

And say “I Love You”,

I would smile happily

And say, “I Do Too”

Someday….

THE BEGINNING

GIVING UP..

GIVING UP
My skin is dry
My tongue is parched
Devoid of emotions
My heart is charred

The nights are long
The days crawl by
My loved ones have left
Without saying goodbye

My dreams are blank
My eyes just stare
My brain has gone stale
Tousled is my hair

What is the purpose in my life?
Why does my heart beat?
I just think of the moment
When death will greet

I taste bile in my mouth
Roaches crawl on my toe
Dust and mud matt my skin
Flowers die as weeds grow

Still I breathe
With no reason or rhyme
My hands start groping
Fast in the grease and grime

All I get is dirt
The last boil of hope simmers down
My eyes stare again
At the sky’s blue and earth’s brown

I lay, waiting forever
Then at the horizon above the lake, I see
That death has obliged
And has finally come, to take me

...The End...

Moments

I smile to myself, thinking of something
However, cold it is outside, I feel warm within
It spreads throughout my body, like a wave on the shore
Pleases my senses, I feel joy in my heart’s core.
Yes, I remember.

I feel pain, as if someone is tugging at my heart
I have lost something, something which is my own part.
Tears flow and I cry, I miss what belonged to me.
Something which was like the air I breathe, but couldn’t see
Yes, I remember

Then I feel a current flowing through fast in my vein
I feel the kisses which made me go insane
The warmth of the arms that held me protectively
The intensity of his gaze which could never be returned politely
Yes, I remember

I can feel the tension mount as the distance increases
Silence rules the conversations, the power to think ceases
All nights seem moonless, I feel lonely in the crowd
The hidden truths come out and so do all the lies
Yes, I remember.

Moments come and go, their memories remain with me
Some are vivid, some are blurred, but I just let them be.
These moments have not ended; they are intact in my heart
Because after every end, there is always another start.
Yes, I remember.

THE BEGINNING

The milky crescent lights up the blue sky. The silence is deafening. He wakes up like a pre – programmed machine. His eyes are dry, tears betray him. He has replayed the sequence many times. Hence, there is no fear, just a need which would be fulfilled soon. The room is frighteningly in order. Books stacked up neatly on the study table. The sheets on the beds are devoid of any creases. School shoes kept under the almirah. The satchel bag for school lies ignored in a quiet corner. The ironed uniform hangs confidently on the door knob. Everything is spotless. He takes of hid glasses. The thin metal frames clink lightly against the glass top table. He wants it to be quiet and painless. Knowingly, he takes out a small plastic bottle from the drawer. The wooden chair creaks as he sits on it and places the bottle on the table in front of him. Seconds tick by. Each movement of the clock’s hands sounds like a bullet tearing the silence. Calmly, he poured water from the jug kept on the table, in the single glass placed right next to it. Cold sweat breaks out on his brow. He tightens the knitted woolen muffler around his neck. His hands shake as he breaks the bottle’s seal. Small white colored round tablets tumble out in his hand. His hand rises to his lips. The trembling hands hesitate and lower down a little to show their resistance. But he gathers strength, takes a deep sigh, for the first time showing some emotion. He thrusts all the tablets in his mouth in one swift abrupt motion. He surprises himself. Some of the white round tablets fall around. He fumbles for the glass of water but drops it. The glass crashes on the cold marble floor and water wets his feet. He drinks straight from the jug. His face turns blue as he tries to swallow all the medicines at one go. But he fails and pukes. He blacks out and wakes up in a hospital.