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Category: If it rhymes.

stupid things rhyme

I have a compulsive love for naked limbs.
Would you put a jacket on a bird’s wing?

Would you ask a tigress to manicure her claws?
If the dog woofed and didn’t bark, would you love it more?

Would you take your bear to the barber every quarter?
Would you expect a swimming pool to be home to your otter?

If your chimp kissed her mate, would you pull them away?
Would you lock your Lab if your child wanted to play?

You’re a kind soul if you keep them hanging with you
Shut them in tighter, and they’ll eat you too

The irony.

May distance remain distant,
May hope stay hopeful.
May expectations of the me you think I am never shatter in your eyes
I am a liar anyway.

May we make love
To the ideas of each other’s body –
Scents of our imagination lighting our need.
May the calamity never strike
Of you having to see my deformities
And me having to squirm at your scars
Some truths are unnecessary.

May we match the meanings of words
And their tone that we write them in.
And never have to share.
May the cacophony of your baritone with the uncouth laughter in my voice
Never reach an ear that ever hopes to love.
It will only wither.

May we fall asleep in imaginary warmth
You in my curls, me in your arms
Pillows are nothing but solidified dreams
And we know better than anyone else
What it is like to want to drift to slumber without a finger to caress your forehead.

Let ignorance prevail. Let us never know light.
And other trivial things that lie beyond the mirage.
We are but liars.
In a world that gloats in its disdainful reality.


Written before and posted on May 22, 2010. I was at the peak of crazy thrashing teenage love and in the middle of my intern-ship. 


What I mean by yours for keeps

Is that every time I wake up and

Every time I wish I could dream of you and

Every time I do- there’s you starting my day.

You keep my thoughts with you.

Don’t let go just yet. We’re almost there.

I also mean that every time I hear a song

And you decide to call up that minute-

I know it’s a little more than time

Or such insignificant measures that bind us.

You, by the way, are now a yardstick.

For anyone or everyone who has to pass by in my life

As a ‘somebody’. And you’re still up there, untouched.

Funny, haven’t I said that already?

But you may not have heard.

No it isn’t love. That’s such a limited word.

Words. Beautiful things, but limited scope.

Us. Unlimited, unbound, unafraid, unreasonable- Understand yaar.

The chink in your armour.

Let me fix it for you today.

Let me fill in the gap.

Let me touch the place that feels most vulnerable.

Let me kiss the forehead and iron the wrinkles

The battle is not a battle at all.

It’s alright.

It will be okay.

It will be better.

I’ll make it better.

Open your eyes again.

Tell me you are fine.

That I’m the one who needs repairing.

But sit quiet as I love you more.

Each pain removed, every wound healed.

Or healing, but give me a moment.

Let me apologise for them all

Sit quiet and wince a little so I kiss your eyes

And drive away the puddles that threaten to flow.

Hold my hand tighter, hurt me a little even

But don’t, don’t stop me from this

This is not the end

This isn’t a beginning

There’s no promise of when the world will stop

To hurt you, expose you, belittle you

But this is only a moment of pain

Let me make it insignificant again

Let my words be a wand

I’ll swish them around you,

And the worries are gone

Let your hopes rest somewhere else

You deserve more than me

You deserve more than anyone I know

Anyone I imagine

Just please this once let me be selfish

And be the one to make it better

Every breath will be happier,

And I will hear you smile

You’re my knight, you’re my sanity

Let me protect you, save you this once

You aren’t alone. You will never be.

Just hold on tighter to me.

As I clean the slightest wound

And you lay back, at rest and less unsure.

You heal, and I will be cured.


So many secrets, so little space

One little turn, another lost face

So many stories, one tired mind

Which lost me did I leave behind?

Names and places opening my eyes

Can’t find my way home even if I tried

Wandering too far, following the heart

I’m at the end, but where did I start?

Forgotten people & their dark songs

All in a little room where I belonged

One little window and you leapt out

I was asleep, I was asleep throughout.

Silences lingered with their little folk tales

A moment of peace before the siren wails

Or is that quiet a warning to impending screams?

A bloodied toenail in the street of dreams.

Sturdy my friend, let’s stop this sting

Let the distances solidify, let our ship sink

But don’t drift any farther, I’ll be alone again

From my heaven of pain, my hell of strength.


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