Wednesday, May 30, 2012

दो कदम और सही

You graciously give me space
As is your nature
I think I am beginning to know you
I think we could get along well together
I would like to give you a friendly wave
But you are gone already

I wonder why you
Cut across me so rudely
I wish I could give you
A sharp tongue lash
But once again you leave

To be replaced by another
Whose gentle and unfazed style
I take a liking to
Before I start thinking
How long
This one
Will last

Before I become frustrated
With losing them
Just when I thought
I knew them,
I have to remind myself
That it is cars on the highway
That I am talking about
And not lovers

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Memorable Goodbye

"memory like a suitcase with limited storage space
 I find myself trampling all over old memories to make
space for new ones"
jhusilkira

The goodbye is a lot similar

I find myself trying to cram
the complete shared moments
and its official companion -
    the gamut of feelings
into a few sentences
that i hope you will remember forever
as the essence of us

And end up fishing
From that inadequate suitcase
Of most recent memories

Monday, May 21, 2012

The epilepsy called goodbye

It does not strike you
With the regularity
Or predictability
Of an epilepsy,

But when it does,
It leaves you
Gasping for breath

Goodbye,
the disease without a cure.

The best you can do is
Hide the the symptoms
Until it is too late to treat.

Unlike other arts

The art of goodbye
Is one that you
Never get better at
No matter how many times
You practice

the moment you grow up

when the realization strikes
that all relationships require effort
pain
sacrifice

even the ones
that you thought were natural
and the ones
you expected to be magical
(especially those)

It's not fair

That i appreciate a person so much
who comes into my life like a hurricane
and leaves just as suddenly

while there are many
who love me everyday
and deserve my thanks more

Need to know basis

When you gave information
On a need-to-know basis
I thought it was because
You didn't want to hurt me

And all the time it was because
you didn't want to hurt your chances...

(And there I was, looking for
history,
soul-searching,
redemption,
hope,
all that happens
when you start a life anew)

it hurts

keeping the hurt to myself
thinking
it's not gonna help anyone
if i tell

but it doesn't help
when i spill over
turning potentially happy moments
into disastrous memories

and it helps even less
when i finally
burst at the seams

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Hidden depths

"minerva and dougal fell in love because they were both witty, and suspected hidden depths in one another"
- jk rowling
Lucky minerva,
Who did not wait to find out
If the depths were real
Or just mirages

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

मौसम

वसन्तको  एकदिन
मेरा  सपनाले 
तिम्रो सिरानीमा  बास  मागे 
 
वर्षातको एकदिन
पानी संगै सपना
मेरो सिरानी बाट पखालिएर गए 

The need

to whitewash
and sugar coat
your words
and disguise
your feelings
just so that
someone will like you

because there is no one
who will agree

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Meant to be

Little coincidences of love -
       The same favorite color,
       The same hated subject in high school,
       The same indifference to a popular star -
Making you feel like
It's meant to be

The stuff of legend
If it works out

Dreaded skeletons in the cupboard
If it doesn't

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Entitlement

Do i not get it just because i never considered it my birthright?
Do you get it just because you never question yours?

Friday, May 11, 2012

Instead of a void

Lucky are they
Who have a tragedy
To cry and rail about
Cling to, refer to,
And orient around

They don't have to run around
In unexplained angst
Like the rest of us
When there is nothing
To make us happy

P. S.
Some people
Like the lovers of Peter Pan
Will always have the tragedy of their lost childhood

Saturday, May 5, 2012

The lingering feeling

When a favorite song ends
Before you are ready for it to end

It's good to remember
That it's never supposed to end
In the first place.

If i lived
Before cassettes and cd players
Reduced music
Into bite sized pieces
And turned compositions
Into an art form,

I might have
Hummed the same song
Over and over again,

Never having to know
The lingering loss
When my favorite song ends.

Tweaking a joke here,
Adding a feeling there,
Until i knew the
Rhyme and rhythm
Inside out,
And it rocked me to sleep
And sang in my dreams...

Never having to know
The lingering loss


Friday, May 4, 2012

Question - II

"My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary."
- Catherine Earnshaw

Question: What does it take to get the rock out of the system?
Alien invasion?
Meteor explosion?
Dinosaur football?
Tectonic plate shift?
What? What?? What?????