Which is more painful?

To have your innocence
Blasted to smithereens

Or

To watch it happening
To an innocent of your liking?

To have your relationship crumble

Or

To watch a relationship crumble
That shakes the citadels of your faith
In relationships?

I am amazed!

So little
You give me
And yet
My dreams manage
To make so much
Of it!

As you pass by

Trying to catch a whiff of you
(because, that is all you will give)

Why should anyone get married?

After thirty years together
If two people
Cannot bear to be in the same floor
Let alone the same room

:(

How comfortably
My hands found
The nooks and crannis
Of body
As if that's how
It was meant to be

And how awkwardly
They try to snuggle
With themselves now
Twisting and turning
In the most unrealistic poses

No, this was never meant to be

Why do i call you my sunshine

When you are as dark as a (k)night

If the world ended right now

I wouldn't be unhappy

i know it is love

when you make me laugh when i'm crying
and hold me until my eyes are dry
i know that's rare

when your words bring me hope
from the depths of despair
and teach me once more
the meaning of love,
i know what you mean to me

when only your heart feels like home
i know it's love

when a furious blush
steals across my face
as your thought comes to my mind unbidden
i know i want you

on an idyllic summer afternoon
by a small, dreamy lakeside
when u give me goosebumps
just by a simple touch
i know i will remember it forever

there is more, much more
but for now, the warm glow of our love
will have to suffice
as we try to savor every moment,
weaving a string
of fine golden pearls of memories
that we will wear on our heart forever

hindsight

At this age,
It is hard to meet someone u magically connect with
Easier to have found someone at thirteen,
connect magically, define urself according to that
and believe that's how u would have turned out anyways

hmm

When
The end
Doesnt make you as sad
As free

that's safey

I would like to have someone by me
That i don't have to wince when i touch on a bus

Phatic conversations

the mountains of separation
behind the veil of politness
as we talk of love

i cannot walk into you

knowing that if i do
i will lose respect
for both me and you

smoke

living in a strange high
even though
having said all i wanted to say
means that
it will never be the same again
with you

like papaya seeds

it eats me up from inside
that someone else is free to give you
what i am not

Skyping

I see that u see only my eyes
And though i hold my phone staright
Your image is sideways
Distorted, dismembered, mutilated

And yet , we would rather have those
distorted images
As a reminder of the person we love
Over nothing

my tragedy is a luxury

since i had no other problems
i can afford to shed my tears
solely for love

PMS -II

It burns
It stings
It makes me erupt in yells
It runs around my head like a ball full of spikes

And yet,
it gives me the fire
to create
to write

the angst
the anguish without a cause
that men will never know

and that
is behind so many of my favorite works

Epic material

Few lovers are worthy of their poems

- Kathleen joy

And then there are some
Only worthy of epics

And a foolish poet like me,
Who tries to contain you
In haikus