Blue

I lied under blanket, that
kept me warm, but
it wasn’t enough for my heart , that
is now cold and blue.

Now , I just want my old days back,
when all love songs felt useless
and every sad quotes to me were crap,
just want someone to clear this mess

And, you know that I still search for you
in the voids of my heart,
where my feelings are numb, but you
are gone and your love is now at dearth.

Now , see what have you caused,
made me to spill remorse through poetry
For once I hated to be sad
but now it seems sadness is my only ally.

Now I want to wander
into the closed spaces of loneliness,
and this solace makes me wonder
how can I make myself dauntless.

Maybe, me and you still have a bond,
but now ,in my mind it’s only desolation
for my heart was once vagabond,
and you were it’s impossible destination.

Stars have always interested me,
how they seem so close,
but they are just like you and me
far away from each other, so lost.

Now , see what have you caused,
made me to spill remorse through poetry.
For once I hated to be sad,
but now it seems sadness is my only ally.

To my Pillow!

My dearest pillow,

Thank you for being there with me when no one else was. You are the sole witness of every emotion I have been through, every heartbreak I have dealt and every love story I weaved. I know, you would be bored of me, but you dare not leave me alone, because you know how I need you at the night when my demons stain my soul into hues of dark and how desperately I need you to be there until they are gone. Thank you for carrying the touch of love when I miss my mom and dad and I hug you. Thank you for every sadness you soaked with my tears and made me realize, how strong I am even though I am alone. Remember that day, when I told you about that girl, the girl I like and how I like to spend my time with her , well, thank you for keeping my best secrets. I am glad that you don’t bias on the basis of gender, all those facebook posts of girls crying and hugging their pillow made me wonder why should only girls have right over you, why not boys like us , though I won’t confess it to the world that I like to hug you whenever I am sad or happy , you make me feel good whenever I miss someone dearly , I apologize for that, I guess you will understand, you did, every time. I dedicate this heartfelt letter to you and your unreturnable favors. Thank you very much and always stay with me.

With love,
The boy who hugs you every night.

Fall

I had a fall,

didn’t have someone to call,

for the help i needed.

‘Cause I knew not single soul ever heeded.

 

I trusted the wrong,

but that was not for too long.

At last their masks fell off

and, I left those cheats, for their deception was off.

 

I am damaged

and my mind is utterly dazed

I locked my feelings forever,

for they are meant to be confined and shown never.

 

I am all blue,

and my heart doesn’t have a clue

that, why it is still hurtful

and what made nothingness so painful.

 

But here I am now,

bleeding rhymes somehow

through the lesions that still ache

I know , all this and their ravages will fade.

 

I had a fall,

didn’t have someone to call,

for the help i needed.

‘Cause I knew not a single soul ever heeded.

Undress 

It was month of October,

when leaves of autumn adorned the roads

and in between those beautiful golden lanes,

my eyes stumbled upon her.

She sitting on the bench

as if contemplating about her life

looking all engrossed in thoughts of other world,

made a quick eye contact and looked away,

ignoring my existence

and my eyes

capturing every detail of her face,

tripping over tiny bumps of her cheeks,

giving rise to a conflict between heart and brain,

between urge to talk to her and move ahead,

but me being a man of logic ,

walked ahead having all her particulars in memory,

and also urge to move back,

and grasp her thoughts,

undress them with my love,

hold them with my trust,

handle them with my care,

and know her all secrets,

and to unveil the demons she was hiding from this world,

from which she seemed scared of

to tell her about how

her silky hair gorgeously embellished her face

and how her eyes have charmed my soul

and how I was captivated by her serene frown,

and how badly

I wanted her to smile

but I moved ahead keeping this

love at first sight in my memories.

And now whenever I come across those lanes,

I reminisce that day

wishing her to be seated in that same bench,

so that I can make my first move

and break this endless shrieks of my regrets.