I had flown under the lintel to avoid the storm’s carnage,
Little did I know, I’d find you there locked in a cage.
“You’re a Robin like me!”, I exclaimed , “We aren’t meant to be confined!”
She gave an discontented smile and replied, “Believe me, I am fine.”
“I am my master’s favourite prize, he boasts of me to guests,
He brings me food whenever I ring this bell, I must be truly blessed.
He saves me by eating the toxic fruits and feeds me the delicious seeds,
He loves me so much that he gets enraged if someone else touches me.”
Tag: relationship
Remember me?
Hey there! Remember me?
I am the one with whom you used to talk everyday!
Our topics were so wild that if any regular person heard us, they would have recommended us a psychiatrist or would have called the police.
I still remember once your dad called you five times during one of our calls and found you busy.
The call back was more like a Vietnam flashback, and you rung me up again to cry your heart out.
And then you posted on the social media: “No one understands me..”
Hey there! Remember me?
I am the one with whom you used to talk everyday, but one day you stopped. Continue reading “Remember me?”
Shoes
“I’m going to take her to buy her new shoes for her first day at school!”, exclaimed the excited grandma, untying her saree’s end in search of coiled notes.
“Who goes to shop nowadays, Ma? I have already ordered her shoes online, along with other accessories.”
The dismayed woman slowly crawled back to her knitting. Somehow and somewhere, time has found some big shoes and taken some huge steps to go beyond.
Aeons
Teary eyes,
Sad goodbyes,
We break away,
Apart too far.
Aeons pass,
We meet at last,
Ring fingers say,
“Too late you are…”
The Adaptation
She finally bought the best seller novel from the book store beside the kindergarten school after picking up her son.
“Who is this, Ma?” chirped the little voice as he ran his finger on the man on the cover.
“Someone I knew a long time ago”, she smiled.
The actress playing her in the movie adaptation continued smirking from the nearby poster.
The Moon On My Wall
When her “Good morning” doesn’t wake you up,
When her “Goodnight” isn’t what you need.
When your calls go unanswered a lot,
When her comes, you no more pay heed.
You still hangout sometimes, but it is no more fun,
It’s like she can be the moon, but you aren’t her sun.
She glows without you, and you do too,
Your hour long calls have come down to minutes less than two.
Your cries for help go ignored, her words misunderstood,
Her late replies don’t get you angry, her voice doesn’t lighten your mood.
When the urge is no more there, to share the secrets you keep,
When every time she hurts you, the lesser do you weep. Continue reading “The Moon On My Wall”
I’m done
“I’m done.
I’m done trying to please you, trying to make you look at me.
I’m done trying to change myself into something that I’m not, so that I live up to your expectations, only for you to turn me down again.
I’m done looking at his medals and his trophy room.
You know, I had a similar room…in my heart…you were the only trophy there.
Yeah people don’t call me by my name when I walk down the street.
Unlike him I don’t even have a new car;
I can’t boast of you like he does nowadays,
Like you are some kind of a commodity that he won on a science fair.
They said you can’t buy love, but somehow he managed the impossible.
Or did he?
If you get the time, ask him what’s the colour of your eyes,
What’s your favourite shade of lipstick,
What’s your favourite kind of fries,
How you get carried away when you listen to old Bollywood songs,
How you became cold hearted when that last guy broke your heart into a million pieces.
I think we both know what his answer will be.
I found warmth in your cold heart by the way,
I mean it’s not fully cold yet…you could have been saved again.
But you chose not to.
I know,
One day you’ll walk down the aisle,
Your head will be on his chest when you dance.
But you know what,
They will play my songs at your wedding.
People will recognize the artist by my fake name, the name you once suggested I should use to publish anonymously.
Maybe you’ll hide your tears or rub it on his expensive suit.
Knowing you could have been immortal through my words, but you chose to be rich.
I’ll be there you know, to look at you one last time… and let my pain flow through my words…
But till then…
I’m done.”
-The unsuccessful introvert
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