Realization Of Situation

Sometimes you don’t realize how bad the situation is unless you’re really in it.

Sometimes it is the red flags that lead you to it.

Sometimes it is the ignorance of them.

But, most of the times, it is because of you.

You giving it more importance that it really deserves.

You letting it affect you when it really shouldn’t.

You being in that situation because you just went with the flow.

Then it becomes too late to realize that the situation is really bad.

But you’ll never know about it, unless you’re really in it.

One Glare

The morning that brings,

Your smile with the air,

Is better than the sunshines,

From the thousand miles flare.

The morning that brings,

Your smile with the air,

Faster than light years,

No competitor to compare.

The morning that brings

Your smile with the air,

Making my heart lose it’s beat,

With just one glare.

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New People

The best part of meeting new people is,

They don’t know you at all.

They have no idea what you like,

What you hate,

What you love,

What you do,

What you believe,

What mistakes you did,

What problems you went through.

The best part of meeting new people is,

The fact that you get to renew yourself.

Renew what you feel,

Renew what you like,

Renew what you hate,

Renew what you want to tell them,

Renew your mistakes,

Renew your individuality,

Renew meeting someone before,

Renew meeting someone later.

The best part of meeting new people is,

The new people, the new you, new everything.

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The Black Striped Shirt

The black striped shirt,

Stayed in the front of my closet,

For a year before I wore it,

On the day you said goodbye.

The black striped shirt,

Stayed in the back of my closet,

For a year before I wore it again today,

On the day I realized that you were not coming back.

The black striped shirt,

Still had the lingering scent,

Of detergent, new cloth and your cologne,

Taking a whiff of it,

Reminded me of the moments,

Your hands laced around my body,

Holding it so close,

That even a mili meter apart would cause apocalypse.

The black striped shirt,

Won’t have your cologne anymore,

But the memories of your hands around it,

Will last on the fabric forever.

Now I Don’t Know

For I don’t know now,
Whom to trust,
The ones who have always been here,
Or the ones who are promising to stay when everyone leaves.

For I don’t know now,
Whether anyone will ever stay,
Today and tomorrow,
Whilst the promises of yesterday.

For I don’t know now,
What to do,
To stay or to leave,
To hold on or let go,
Of the minimal things I have in my heart.

Blame

Today I’ll blame another poet like me for writing all the songs we heard together.

I’ll blame him for penning down the magical moments we spent.

I’ll blame him for making us fall in love with him because we thought he wrote the songs for us. I’ll also blame him for making us fall in love with each other too. Or were we pretending to be in love because we thought the songs were meant for us? I’ll blame him for this confusion.

I’ll blame him for the lyrics he wrote, for the tune he made, for the reality unknown. I’ll blame him for placing love so high and making it sound achievable. I’ll blame him for not telling me that it can be lost.

I’ll blame him for reminding me of him every time I listen to songs which we once loved.

I’ll blame him for making me miss it all.

Another Unsent Letter

All I want to do sometimes is type down everything and sending it to you.

The way I saw you looking at me, the way you silently started walking by my side while coming back home, the way we almost forgot to tell our names to each other the first time we spoke, the way you asked me for my number, the way you grabbed Bourbons at the cafe and didn’t offer me one, the way you said no for a packet of chips but eventually finished eating all of them when I told you to eat, the way we teamed up to do something spontaneous, the way sunsets looked and sunrises too on certain days which might not have been special if I weren’t with you.

But, instead of telling you all this, I wrote poems and blogs; some poems which I didn’t even share with anyone, some blogs only meant to be read by me or you as long as I told you the list of the little things written above.

Only if I didn’t fear losing you; but, clearly I don’t have you now.

Another unsent love letter.

Why Not

I want to look at you while you catch butterflies and fireflies because I love the way your forehead wrinkles while you concentrate to hold the delicate wings of a creature you admire.

I want to look at you while you pour the batter of dosa on the pan and move the spoon in perfectly circular motions to prepare a thin and even masala dosa because I was bored to cook and craving for some comfort food.

I want to look at you while you make the best sandcastle on the beach only to let it taken away by the waves of the ocean because you say it’s better than some kid jumping on it and ruining it.

I want to look at the endless things you do and the unending reasons why because why not.

Key to My Heart

I don’t like the fact that you have a free access to come and go from my mind as per your will.

The random access unlocking all the good memories even though they are limited makes me feel so vulnerable to you because you know right, I don’t know about you much. neither do you.

The randomness of you leaving the mind then is almost as surprising as you coming at the first place. weird enough.

Hey you, give back the key to my heart or stay locked in there forever.