Friday, October 21, 2011

When I want to hold you
You trickle like sand from 
The gaps between my fingers

When I want to feel you
Wish you would feel me too again, 
You say you are so wounded
And you wound me, by not wanting
To tame me when I am wild, anymore


You want me to be
Free, when I
Want to submit, be yours


It is so suffocating
To not be suffocated
In love


Do you not miss anymore
The gap between my fingers?

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

come back.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Ending

I see you have died
I do not know when
You started dying
Slowly, quietly,
Like a whisper under the rug

Baby, you died.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Break-up



I want to:

catch the next train to Kolkata.

go for an early morning tram ride

have piping hot langcha from Bancharam

sleep next to my grandmother on that small bed


I am:

 tired of laughing to hide my tears


However:

there's no however.

I thought I was not alone, walking here by the shore,
But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore,
As I lean and look through the glimmering light—that one has utterly disappeared,
And those appear that perplex me.

-WW.


Monday, October 10, 2011

YOU


I want to do to you
What rain does to evenings
What sun does to dew 

And you know that there are few
As transparent and perplexing
And as strange,so when I hold you

Every morning you are new
Like a flame in old beginnings
Or a shimmering bubble of dew

And at nights when you're blue
Counting the number of sad buildings
I play around to distract you

Feeling your face, to construe
The love you hold for endings,
Or your tears that swell like drops of dew, 

To you, I want  to be true
And to all seasons that sway in your musings
I want to memorise you, I want to do to you,
What sun does to a bubble of dew

YOU

I want to memorise you
To hold you like a cluster of sunflowers in mornings
I want to do to you what rainbow does to morning dew

You know that there are only a few
With your whiffs of rivers and rainy evenings
I want to memorise you

When every morning you come to me, new
Like a sudden splinter in old beginnings
I want to do to you what rainbow does to morning dew

And at nights when you're suddenly blue
Counting the number of sad buildings
I want to memorise you

Feel your face and construe
The love you hold for endings
I want to do to you what rainbow does to morning dew

To you, I want to be true
And to all seasons that sway in your musings
I want to memorise you, 
I want to do to you what rainbow does to morning dew

Saturday, October 01, 2011

It has been exactly one year that I had put you through what I had put you through.And as an old rule of nature, I am going through exactly what you had gone through one year back. I am not as strong as you are and I cannot get through, however, this pain. It rips me apart and puts my soul on fire.
I do not have anyone to share this with. I do not know how to put words to the feeling. I feel like shutting down and rebooting all over. I feel like running away.

I donot know how you moved on. It is so hard. It is so hard.