Her Infinities

You were made to feel lesser,
Made to feel weak and vulnerable,
And made to feel lost and alone,
Like you were benign,
Like you didn't really matter,
But you're infinite.

I want to make you feel like, the way I see you,
make you feel like the way you deserve,
make you feel like only YOU matter,
make you understand how flawless you are,
I wanna sear your name into my lips,
because it's the only thing I want on me.

And with the lips that bleed your very name,
I wanna plant a kiss on every inch of your body,
I wanna taste paradise in my mouth,
Tulips and daisies, sea breeze and what not,
I wanna be found in your irises,
Our souls intertwined and our breath, colossal,
And make you understand what you really deserve,

Because baby, you are infinite.

D E N T S

If anything made me what I am,
It is these dents I came by in the past,
You can't make out if I have them now,
Because I have concealed it...

But lately they've been trying to resurface,
these dents, they wanna show,
They don't want anything from me,
but I believe they wanna know,
If I showed you what's in there,
all these uneven bumps on me,
Would everything be what it's like?

It frightens me to be honest,
If you'll hate the discoloration,
If you'll hate the blemish,
If you'll loathe the creature I become,

I hate how it provokes me,
I hate how suddenly everything looks messy,
I hate it how I feel like I bleed black,
I hate it how my dents are eating me up.

Ricochet

It was a bullet that hit her,

out of nowhere it passed right by her,

she never saw it coming,

but she felt it in her,

The pain, The momentum,

It was just a split-second,

For the bullet was on a different course,

But it left a mark on her,

On her skin that should've been kissed,

that should've been caressed,

and should've known only tenderness,

It left a scar for a lifetime,

It was a ricochet...

Destiny

He went off wandering to some distant place,

Incapable of worrying about himself,

He was so lost in the world that he believed in,

He didn't even notice the actual world.

The actual world that was so cruel to him,

Trampled him and toppled him to eternal rest,

But he was yet to see this realm,

Yet to pull the plug on his whole belief system.

And there he lived his life in a dream,

Uncertain of what is coming his way,

But very sure that whatever he has ever thought about,

Was gonna be true... It was gonna be worth the wait.

Moonstruck

I stood there, where the cliff held still,

Where the waves kept splattering onto him,

And he just kept still,              

No matter the pain,

No matter how downhearted it was,

He just kept still.

And I stare at the cliff and ponder upon myself,

How much love would one need?

To keep rooted to the spot?

After all he has to go through?

And that’s when I realized,

How lucky he was, to live amongst that serenity,

How lucky he was to experience that splendid aurora,

To experience the ornate tenebrosity of the sky,

And to feel the kiss of the tranquil sea breeze.

I had been seeing it wrong all this time,

Maybe he never cared about the splattering so much,

Maybe he was just lost in the surreal atmosphere,

Maybe he was so in love with the vicinity,

To even care about what was going on in the world.

Earthquake in Nepal; From a commoner's journal

                                       So I was having my usual Saturday lunch with the T.V. on high volume. Dad and mom were in their room, mom putting dye on my dad's unevenly white hair, and grandpa was busy getting his power nap in my room. When suddenly, my glass of water started to vibrate in an uneven tone. Then out of nowhere, I hear someone outside the house shouting "BHUICHAALO!!!". Then mom and dad hustled everyone out of the rooms. I ran along, trying to get down the stairs when the bigger earthquake-shock hit us. I was trying desperately to get down the stairs while I was being pushed chaotically sideways. I looked back and saw dad and mom holding grandpa by his arms and trying to go down the stairs too. So I decided to jump the stairs and open the door to the backyard. I took the leap and luckily I opened the door just in time they got down from the stairs. I pushed the three of them out the door and went outside...

                                       The view was terrifying outside. Everything was going to and fro. The noise everything made that moment, still haunts me. We looked up to the house and strangely enough, to all of us, it looked as though the house would fall upon us. So, I pushed everyone again to the alley, ran forward and unlocked the front door. Everyone in our neighborhood was out of their houses by that time. People were screaming and crying and we were so terrified! I had never felt so helpless... Minutes later the internet came back and we started receiving the news from everywhere. The valley was in ruins... We were in ruins. Everything important to us was brought down to rubble. So many people were trapped in those buildings. Everything was out of place. I was choking and couldn't speak at all for half an hour or so. Our neighbors were tearing up, kids were crying with bemused expressions on them and all of us had extreme terror in our hearts.And I just couldn't stop wondering. Why are we being punished? What had we done to deserve this? Why has everything been taken away from us? All we wanted was peace. Was that too much to ask for?

Blatant appeal to vanity!

I just want someone with whom I can be myself,
Someone with whom I can be the weird devil(that I am),
Someone with whom I don't have to worry about being awkward
because she is too, and we can marinate in our awkwardness together,
Someone with whom I can do all the crazy things out the top of my head
and not give a crap about the people judging you,
Is it too much to ask for?
  
 I just want someone with whom I can talk to all night

and still feel like I left out on something to talk about,
I just want someone who gets irritated in the most sweetest of ways
when I keep bugging her with all these weird talks,
I just want someone who understands all the stupid things I say,
be that something from a TV show or from a song,
Because she watches and listens to them too!
Is it too much to ask for?

I just want someone who takes my puerile actions
As something that comes with me,
I just want someone who nods,
Even when every other person around me is confused,
I just want someone who reads this and understands me.
Is it too much to ask for?

And even though everyone one persists,
That it indeed is too much to ask for,
I still believe, that "THAT SOMEONE" exists,

Because when I finally do find her,

No one in the world will love her more than me.