The Arranged Marriage

And they met one day,

Two strangers,

Ten minutes to decide on their lives.

Few questions asked,

Infinite unspoken words,

And the decision was made.

Three months passed,

And they met again,

Only on their wedding day.

Stolen glances,

Hidden smiles,

Endless emotions in their eyes,

No one could say, it’s their second meeting,

Looked like they knew each other since years,

They already seemed so much in love.

Love that has only grown with time.

And whenever I see them I wonder,

How did they know it would be alright?

‘They just knew it’, they say,

An inner voice told them,

They were born to be one someday.

Love never ceases to amaze me,

Sometimes we find love in moments,

And sometimes it takes an eternity.

The First Touch

 [Inspired by my own sister’s arranged marriage. Found it really difficult to understand how they took such an important decision of their life in ten minutes, but when i see them now, i can’t help but smile to see the love they feel for each other. The love and friendship which has only grown in two years]

Words With Time

Losing him, I’ve found my words,

Words that make me feel alive again,

Alive with the memories of a dead relation.

There was a time when we were happy,

Happy with what we were.

We were friends in love, that’s what he called us.

The time when he listened to each word I said,

The time when we spent sleepless nights together.

Together we are now, but like strangers.

We are wordless when we talk.

No feelings, no mixed emotions, just compulsions.

The time when I want him to be someone else,

And the time when he wants me to be what I was.

A friend.

But, that wasn’t the only thing we were.

We were friends in love, that’s what he called us.

And so, the times have changed.

Times changed, and words came.

Words that I am writing here.

Words that I want him to read some day.

To understand my pain,

And think of us as ‘us’ again,

Time when we are ‘we’, not just he and me,

Not two separate words but one.

Because,

Losing him, I may have found my words,

Words that make me feel alive again,

But being alive without him is more painful than death.

Dear Fourteen Year Old Me- A Poem

Dear fourteen year old me,

That highly spirited girl, young and free,

Here’s a letter from the seven year older ‘you’,

The one you’ll eventually grow up to be whatever you do.

These seven years are going to change you into something you never wanted to be.

But we’ll talk about you today, that ‘you’ in my history.

Do you still cry while going to school?

Mamma’s little girl that you are, do you still hate mondays?

That cocoon, you made a shelter for in our terrace,

Do you still hope to find a butterfly there someday?

And that small lemon tree, that you planted,

Has it grown out well?

Does mamma still beats you for the silly mistakes you do?

Don’t worry honey, she’s gonna stop it in a year or two.

Do you watch that series on TV?

The one with your favorite love story?

I know you are crazy about it, the way I used to be.

Do you dream of having your own house painted red and white?

I won’t tell you anything about it, let it be a sweet surprise.

Do you play with snow, and dance in the rain?

If not then do it as much as you can,

Because soon enough this world is gonna tell you,

You are too old to do that.

Do you wait for that guy, you had a crush on,

To look at you and smile,

Start spending more time with him,

He’s gonna be there only for a short while.

For now just, live. Laugh at yourself and keep moving ahead.

Because as days are passing by,

You are going to get a million reasons to cry,

Make yourself strong enough to face some harsh truths,

And bold enough to lie,

This world is gonna break your heart, a countless times,

Make you taste all the flavors of life, you never wanted to try.

But don’t give up on your dreams and your life,

I assure you, you’ve definite seven years and more until you die.

Here’s me wishing you all the luck,

Till we meet again,

Goodbye.

YOU

I’ve written about people,places,studies and work,

But other than the things i mentioned above,

You are my favorite topic to write about, my love!

You are,

The lyrics of my favorite song,

The rhyme that i hum along,

The hero of my fairy tale,

A test a could never fail,

The spice in my food,

The different shades of my mood.

The sugar to my tea,

The words i hear, the things i see.

You are just everywhere,

In my room, my heart,

My thoughts and my prayers,

You are, my soul,my muse,

You are the one, i could never lose.

And everytime we talk about us,

You make me believe this love is true.

And so when i take out my pen and paper to write,

I end up writing lines about you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These Small Little Things

A laughing child,

A rickshaw ride,

A flying kite,

A full moon night,

The morning tea on my bed,

The evening walk with my pet,

The snowy endless mountains,

The wind, the clouds, the sudden rains,

A beautiful home and a garden of my own,

A new text message on my phone,

An unexpected call from an old friend,

A new dress from the latest trend,

A melodious song I heard today,

A flock of birds playing in the clay,

The green rice fields and their flowing spikes,

The comments on my blog, and the dozen likes,

These small little things never crossed my mind,

I never felt they exist, I guess I was blind.

Because,

As I really opened my eyes and looked around for a while,

I saw a thousand things,

Found a thousand reasons that make me smile.

Music Of Love

I know you are playing guitar,

To drive away your blues,

As I am writing songs here,

Songs about me and you.

Music is what connects us,

In one way or the other,

I know you are thinking of me,

Even though we are not together.

As I can hear those tunes,

Tunes of love,

Coming my way from your heart,

I know you are playing for me,

That music,

Even though we are apart.

So, I am giving words,

Words to those notes you play,

And writing Our song,

Thinking of you all night and day.

Just few more words,

And it’ll all be done,

With my eyes open,

I’ll wait for you to come.

So, just walk to me now,

And please be quick,

With strings of your guitar,

And words from my heart,

We’ll create our own music!

 

 

 

I am Over You

I don’t want you back again,

I am done with the misery,

I am done with the pain.

Those tears have dried,

It’s nothing but the rain,

Taking away the memories,

Just going down the drain.

I tried everything, whatever I could do,

Until you told me, our love wasn’t true.

And now, I’ve realized,

There’s nothing left to renew,

I’ve killed that part of me,

Yes, the one that loved you.

And now, when I’ll think of us,

I’ll never have a smile on my face,

I’ll forget those kisses,

I’ll forget your embrace.

I’ll erase your thoughts,

I’ll erase your trace.

I’ll never miss your laughter,

I’ll never miss your place.

I won’t let you hurt me now,

However hard you try,

You can crush me, you can hit me,

But you can’t make me cry.

I am a free bird now,

Wandering into the blue sky,

I don’t need you now,

I’ve got my own wings to fly.

I am over you baby,

Just don’t ask me why,

Because I’ll really meant it this time,

When I told you good bye…

 

 

A Thought

As I think of us tonight,

I wonder,

What could have happened,

if only we were together?

There could have been meetings,

The usual ones at the airport,

Some restaurants, at a friend’s place,

Or the long journeys you dropped me home.

There could have been talks,

Funny, romantic or the future plans,

The heated arguments,

The simple nothings and,

 everything we thought about.

There could have been fights,

The ones we always had,

Over missed calls, forgotten dates,

Games, movies or our wicked fates.

There could have been moments,

The ones we would always remember,

Moments turned into sweet memories,

The closed eyes, the heavy breaths,

And the moments with love, with nervousness.

There could have been passion,

 There could have been tears,

There could have been mistakes,

There could have been fears.

Instead all we have today are voids,

Deeply engraved in our souls.

Voids too deep to heal,

Voids too large to cover,

Voids in our lives, hearts and minds,

Voids too hard to deal.

And as I think of us tonight,

I know,

So much could have been happened,

If only we were together,

Not just meetings, talks, fights, moments,

So much more than the voids we have today,

So much more than the words i wrote here,

 So much more…

 

 

 

 

Would You Like You, If You met You?

You look tired,

Your hair is out of place,

There’s sadness in your eyes,

And dullness on your face.

Tell me,

Would you like you if you met you,

If that was the case?

You’ve isolated yourself,

There’s no one you could call,

No one would lend a hand,

If the next moment you fall.

Tell me,

Would you like you if you met you,

Just passing by the mall?

You’ve dreams,

Not a will to make them true.

You wish to fly,

But scared to try anything new.

Tell me,

Would you like you if you met you,

It that was something you were asked to do?

You’ve lost hope,

You don’t believe in god anymore,

Every turn in your life,

Those moments, the drive,

Now make you bore.

Tell me,

Would you like you if you met you,

Just ask your heart’s core?

You don’t love you,

You don’t believe.

You don’t trust you,

You don’t achieve.

Tell me,

Would you like you if you met you,

If this is the way you are going to live?