Tuesday, December 20, 2011

well earned vacation

a long writer’s block
suddenly one day
decided to take a vacation

no, it was not a miracle

even though

the reason was an angel

the writer’s block


is not a small block
it stretches for miles and miles
the distance measured in hours
spent staring aimlessly at middle space

with a faraway look on the face

in case of a sudden downpour

blessed is the girl
if some one hands her a tissue 

 
still more blessed is the girl
if someone hands her
their choicest sock
tissue notwithstanding

 
most blessed is the girl
if someone 

actually switches off the tv

heartache

cold 
low confidence
dandruff 
insecurity
tears
doubts
fears

everything
yes, everything
even writer's block

to you who cured me
of everything
i gave

the one thing that
you had no cure for

Monday, December 19, 2011

is it still an epiphany

if u know your what was revealed
but cannot remember the moment

office romance

this time when I thought
love aint gonna last
i planned for posterity
decided not to hoard memories
so they wouldn't overwhelm me
the sole picture
that wandered into my possession

is enough 

to unleash a downpour

anytime I chance upon it

 
unfortunately,
the last time

was in the office cubicle

 
i hope the keyboard is doing ok

redunadant

you always have 
so many
vying to please you
there’s always someone
who is gonna do 
more than me
i feel redundant

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

phantom limbs

back when I thought
love would last for ever
I asked you for your photo
but never got one
i found out how you can miss
something you never had

sleepless


i fidget
i walk to and fro
i get up to eat
i try listening to songs
finally realizing
that i miss you
i substitute the puppy u gave me
for you
and try to go to sleep
it doesn’t really work so well
the puppy, for one,
doesn’t hug me back

innocence. lost,

i miss the times
when i could lie down on my bed
sleep a pleasant, dreamy sleep
and wake up with a smile
or lie awake day dreaming
never, ever missing
the arms around me

what are the rules?

Can I still
tell you I miss you?
call u at 3 am?
can i still ask your advice
say I am sad it ended
say that you were the nicest guy
can I curse the day you said
should we?
can I still say sorry
for wiping my eyes that day
and saying
yes we shud, yes we shud.
What exactly are the rules
of break up?

hourly rates

a phone call lasts exactly as long as it does
a chat is about the same
a video chat, probably ten minutes longer
a smile for fifteen minutes more
a complement for twenty
conversation for twenty score
and a hug, my friend,
lasts an entire day
that indeed
is the rate of quick fixes
for those who lack 
the wonder drug called company
(also known as love in some circles)

long distance


twenty seven missed calls
twelve aching letters
seven desperate phone calls
five truncated texts
two impossible greeting cards
one heart wrenching whisper
and a total of half a promise
spread thin over twenty years
and i ask myself
is it time to say goodbye yet?
or should i wait
for one more video chat
to make sure?

what wouldn’t i give


for the bliss of ignorance in early morning
to last all day
in the twilight between sleep and wake
when you can still vaguely remember your your dreams
before you recognize your heartaches all over again
and grow hungrier and hungrier and hungrier
for a warm word, a comforting touch
and by evening are starving
what wouldn’t i give
for that minute of blankness
to last all day
when you still believe
that the day can give you what you want

What do you do

if the one perfect moment
had already passed
and everything that follows
is just an anticlimax