February 20, 2013

Poem: The Other Side of the Story

 I said, "Leave," but all I really want is you
To stand outside my window, throwing pebbles, screaming, "I'm in love with you."
- Taylor Swift 

A lonely, quite afternoon.
So very perfect for loners and writers, like me.
But when mind draws a blank, 
I go back to our old conversations and then I see...
The Other Side of the Story.

In a blame game, 
When the first hour struck 
and I said this isn't my luck...
And I shut the door behind me 
But I never stopped to even look,
At the other side of the story.

On the side where you'd stayed, 
When I had screamed 
And no one really heard what I was saying
They just assumed the words,
And right then, I watched everything fade.

Voices rose out from clouds of dust,
You watched in confusion, 
From the other side of the story.
And back then, I admit it now, I forgot.

This afternoon, and last night,
When I read the words we'd told each other,
The old times flashed before my eyes 
I finally understood, 
Why you had been and still remain this mad...

And I could still cry my eyes out,
I could keep until forever being sad.
Because now I know, 
the other - no, your - side of the story.

Must have seemed like a lifetime ago,
When I'd written those words.
Even I gape at them, and then get seized 
By the urge to throw the clock back,
Hard at something. 

Now I know, why it's so difficult
To go back to who we used to be.
I also know,
Why you are not here next to me.

Even I wouldn't be,
If I was on the other side of the story.

I said once, long time ago, 
Things wouldn't go down well
And sometimes in memories of days long gone,
I will admit, I do dwell.

But since I know now,
The other side of the story.
I finally know now,
The blame should be on me.

February 17, 2013

Poem: This Doesn't Feel Like Goodbye

A long time ago, it seems now that you came
Held out your hand
Guided my wandering spirit
Out of the darkness it was clouded by.
You showed me the sun still bursts out
When we think it will rain
And though it has been many days since;
It never felt like goodbye.

I have been so lost,
Trying to find my way around
But you found me when I was in despair
You saved me from destroying
Myself all over again
You were my hero
In more ways than one
And I never thought we would say goodbye.

I know I pushed you away
For I grew tired of
being kept waiting,
I grew so tired of the wagging

And though you held me for the
last time;
and kissed me goodbye forever more
This sure doesn’t feel like goodbye.
It feels like we’re waiting around,
Bidding our time
For it to be all right again.

It sure as hell doesn’t feel like goodbye.

Originally written on: 09.12.2012

February 13, 2013

Poem: Dear Sparsh...

 Dear Sparsh,
I just wanted you to know,
That every time I pick up my guitar now,
Your face comes into my mind somehow.
Absentmindedly, I play the strings,
And form a tune that your sweet memory brings.

Dear Sparsh,
I wish you would know,
That every time my phone rings these days,
I secretly wish it would be from you always.
I keep staring at the phone even when I know the message is not from you.
When you’re not around, are times that I am not used to!

Dear Sparsh,
I just hope that not only through words but I do show,
Through the way my eyes light up and smile breaks across my face,
When I am in your arms and tell you the dreams about a lovely place…
That my life has become crazier and better and wonderful with you.
You took me by the hand and made me look at life anew.

Dear Sparsh,
I can safely promise you now, that I won’t ever let you go.
There’s something special about the way you hold me close,
And whisper in my ears the sweetest song this world never knows.
Or try to make me dance in the pouring rain,
And tell me there are a million ways to smile again.

Dear Sparsh,
The next time you see me, hold me close and don’t let go.
For me there is no better place in the world than the one you’ve shown.
Sometimes I sit and wonder how I couldn’t have known,
The beautiful world around was slowly turning to grey…
And I would’ve believed it, if you didn’t come and turned my life astray.

Dear Sparsh,
I hope that what you were looking for is now what you know.
You’ve managed to turn my head enough to want to be with you all the time.
And I know, almost too well, you are the best thing that has been mine.
Every time it rains, I look out and smile at the dark skies,
Because I just know beyond that grayness, my colorful life lies.

Dear Sparsh,
I just want you to now know,
That every time I walk around alone,
I remember the days you walked me home.
Every time I go near an ice cream stall,
I remember having them with you saying nothing at all.
Every time I sit alone and the cool breeze blows,
My mind invariably leads me to the thoughts of Sparsh.

And dearest Sparsh,
I wish by now you would know –
There is no place that I can go,
Where your thoughts would let me be…
You have become a part of me.

From the corner of my heart that had always belonged to you,
You’ve spread right through,
And possessed my soul, my dreams and me,
Yet somehow, I have never been so free…

Dear Sparsh,
I wonder if you know,
How beloved you’ve become to me.
That you wake up every day to see –
The sweetest words lined up in rhyme.
So that you know, you’re mine, and only mine….

February 10, 2013

Poem: Bright Eyes

Twenty three, 
And so much now they know.
Smiling eyes to the world.
But a handful still see the pain, 
the quiet sorrow. The suffering.
The part which obstinately refuses 
to admit that anything is wrong. 
They light up and smile, 
And they look for reasons to laugh about.
Hiding the secrets, 
Burying the truth behind all the lies.

In a dark world, 
Where in the light of the candles,
The shadows begin their dance.
When everyone else is fast asleep, 
They fall into a trance.
Those beautiful eyes...

And then thoughts of a long forgotten dream,
A hope held onto for a long time,
Steals into the mind.
And they light up...
They begin to dream, lost sweetly 
In another world.

Till awoken rather cruelly, 
In this land. Land of memories.
Where they're bound, 
Even when they want to just 
let it all go. 

Beautiful eyes,
They still dream plenty.
And yet, the truth, 
they still know. 

Please, Say You're There?

I wish I knew the words your heart
Would like to hear,
One that the mind wouldn't overrule
As being filled with stupidity.

I wish I knew the promises you
Want from me now,
Because not having your around
Is killing me slowly.

Honestly, I don't know
What to make of this confusion.
I want you because I've fallen
Madly in love with you.

I only wish you could see that.
I wish you would fall in love
With me again.

Is it all that hard to believe
In second chances?

Note: Originally written on 26.12.2012, Darjeeling.