Why would it matter
When my mention of a name hurts you
When you were in the arms
Of another, ignoring me
Yet when I reached out to you
You told me I am your all
And when I never let anyone else close
You brush it away with disregard
When he stole a kiss
It was mine that he stole
When you stole my soul
It was mine that you stole
Yet when I stand
Amidst this storm of sadness
Of your longing
You ask me why I mentioned a name
A name that doesn't even register
And you disposed off my day
A day spent in the agony , of your missing voice

Trainers

After those long hours in wake
When the eyelids want to embrace
The mind has questions
The heart has no answers
Hours spent in a desperate push
To help some do better than others
Yet within it seems empty
A shell of their former self
So many dreams that have faded
Shunt, destroyed yet helping others reach
And a vacation is spent in an agony
For all their dreams are long dead
The class rooms, their mecca
The markers their voice
The souls that come and go
Are but a metaphor
Of their pipe dream.

Matter and state

As each bit of you dances in a wave
Let each bit of mine
Let the distance be a universe
Let my love and yours be our quantum entanglement
Divided by distance
Yet in synchrony to all changes
Where we are matter
Where we matter most
Yet knowing we are one
Like her songs and her soul
Let the blue skinned idol blink
For Meera, let her have her peace
Yet let , if this distance can put me in chaos
Let it, for it reminds me of us in it
Let all that we know dissolve
When it is put to a measure
Let there be no spin up or down
And if there is
Let it be yours versus mine.

An ode to Meera

Where does your love die?
After she gives into you
When you make love and want to move on
Yet you talk of love!
Where does love vanish?
When he takes you as his bride
And then all he does seems to just be ordinary
Yet you talk of love!
It is but a misnomer
The word you assume as love
You would not be able to comprehend
Yet you talk of love!
Is love in the offspring?
Is it in your food at the table?
Is it all you have seen as you were raised?
My idea seems to violate them then
Love is the ability to be you
Always and forever , as you
When you are not asked to choose
When you feel no need to either
Like the single string of her ektara
She was one with the one she saw

Awaken me
to the wake you are
And describe the word it is
Tell me what it would be
As you tell me you cannot
I am unable to express either
Is that what synchronous is
Like blank pages
either side of a book
Yet it rattles in the breeze
Like a galloping horse
Only gentler and prettier
Yet with curls
Dark ones, like I had
Beautiful, spell binding
You

Swirl into this vortex
Forget what you know
Gentle yet a chaos
Is that look
As if to not just set to trance
They seem to cast a spell
A spell that may make Medusa
Become a stone
Knowing those eyes
Is knowing death itself
Yet it is such a sight
To stare into
Over and again

There you are
Here I am
Yet, me bleeding
Yet to no end
Only to feel it, every drip
While you don't hear it drip
Into an ocean of a void
Never ever to let you know
How I wish for those chance meetings
And you are lost to your worldly ties
If this is love , in it's pain and glory
Let it be
For I know this as all I have
Let me die unknown

End

What would a fading star wish
Nothing less than its supernovae to remain
Endlessly, tho a few millennia is all it will
Yet a hope is all it has
What does a day seek
As the orange sun plummets
A few moments of visibility
Before the stars paint the sky
Such is what a heart seeks
When it is lost , lost to the wayward roads
Only to see a smile , a pinch or remembrance
A chance meeting and conversation.

Should you even know
What a fake exchange or fight means
You may know the fear within
Of it being so real at some point
Making one afraid, like a child staring at a severed head
Yet you may never know
For I may have never let you
And as such it is my fault
And so let me punish myself
In waking nights and haunting dawn
In eerie dusk and burning noons
Let me remember my choice
Of nothing else than fear and pain
That you love to cause
Then you try to heal it with the balm of love
What monster has I created
And what mouse have I become
Only to be broken over an on
While you rest thinking it is joyous.
In a parting
Where a loss is grief ; worse, like dying
And in a being where I am wilfully submissive to pain
Maybe you will feel what I do
Someday, maybe, maybe not
I was never hopeful of being unhurt.