I dreamt of you last night ... again . It was the same dream -- the supple crack in your voice held me hostage along the coastline of your throat but i stayed not uttering a single word , for you liked me quiet . Not silent as the deserted yards of some half-constructed building left forsaken where you can hear the ravens sing of the pangs of love . No , just quiet ...like the quiet that follows our lips locking ,our eyes meeting or our hearts beating in harmony.
The gales of winter have parched up my lips now . Sometimes I still find myself waiting for your lips to dampen my chapped lips by the window on a chilly morning. Lip balms wear off but the moisture from your kiss just stays , unlike you.
iii. 5th Feb Dear diary , he didn't call me tonight even though he said he would . I'm hiking the hills of my tears at 1 a.m. and celebrating every text he sent me . His laughter echoes in my tears . The memory of his breaths is my poetry .
It looks like he takes my happiness like time takes one's youth ; only time does it slowly and eventually , he took it all away at once .
Yours truly , the boy whose heart strayed into his city three years ago but is left stranded in the outskirts now.
iv. ...tonight , you made me realise heartaches pain as much as any other ache .
v. 4 a.m. in the morning . I have burnt all the pictures of you , threw the letters i wrote but never had the mettle to send you , flushed your belongings -- went out on a date with myself , faked a smile or two , wrote a poem about being complete without you . Basically did everything the main character does to forget and move on , then why are my palms still beaded with your sweat? Besides , no one can protect me from the echoes your etched in my heart -- my paper-thin heart is a safe for all the sunsets we watched at the banks of Brahmaputra as the gales of winter parched up my lips but you were there to dampen them .
The waiter asks ," are you waiting for someone ?" I say," yes, they are on their way" and you're not but I'll say yes to everything that comes along with you , even if it's the ache .
vi. The sun-glade on the expanse of the Brahmaputra resonates with too many memories to keep track of . I wish you were here but you're not . How the river mourns the absence of the sea but just goes on and on , unlike me . How beautiful this is paired with the smell cigarettes , smoke fixated on me like your unwavering gaze. " No , I don't smoke ," i tell them . The banks are spattered with footsteps of strangers and I'm looking for yours . I'm still looking for you in the face of every stranger and it's like every guy that stands around 6 feet tall is nothing but your silhouette.
vii. 5th Feb
Dear diary , today the winds brushed softly against my cheeks as the sun dived head-first in the river . Today, the winds didn't carry your scent ...or your whispers.
You didn't call. I think I don't care .
POV : you've burnt down the love and inhaled the ashes off the velvet sheets because you just won't let it leave.
viii. I stood beneath the door you barged through like a threshold until I realised i had to wait forever and forever is what i can't promise anyone , not even myself.
You left -- left a poet in me.
ix. ...and somehow after all these years , everyday looks like a souvenir of what you left incomplete and never bothered to pick up again . And after everything , yours is still the name that paints my lips in tender shades of scarlet , yours is still the hardest name to erase . And when you die , I'll be the moss on your grave.
This world is a Masquerade party Masked folks, Wrinkled cheeks with laughter Camouflaging the side effects Of the elixir of life
Shrill and flat voices Different frequencies Different amplitude Hearts heavier than eyes Yet it beats the same- LUB DUB LUB DUB In unison with the rest.
But "Shhhhhhhh". What's buried in it ? What for it beats ? How reluctantly it beats ? The Xebec of each life sails On an abyss of mounting age A perfect origami of God. One day, it Sinks and sucks you Into another dimension When the zephyr of time Strikes whispering "Let go of it all No more masks The party is over".
clichepennameReally cool eerie story within your lines. I liked the theme of the poem a lot. Very dark. Liked how you talk about something like a mardi gras party. I think elixir is spelled wrong also an another is redundant another is enough.
This city that we inhabit , our sanctuary after we got buried , is verdant except for the shadows that act like a memoir of our footsteps leading to our school The light gleaming in the horizon is sort of a face of everything we could have built , and after everything we built broke , we summoned a tailor to refurbish it all . We were naive like children awaiting what-ifs by the door just to realize the hard way sometimes waiting never ends. At least in my case it didn't . But in your eyes was the fatigue of the perennial river and in mine the perseverance of the moon that never left like a lover .
Some how everything I do after a year , everywhere I go in this car that was once our abode only after this city , the zephyr stroking the strands of my hair feels reminiscent of the silence we shared and of how our symphonies synchronized like thoughts . So I named this grief born out of your absence after your smile , got my tears tattooed on my cheeks so I don't forget how I cried cuz , darling , I'm the unforgetting archetype -- I remember what you wore on your 17th birthday and how you smiled when I played you the song I wrote .
The sky kinda reads ," the beloved lover waiting at the station on someone is to wait for all of eternity" but I have never been the waiting type, you know -- I even hate waiting at doctor's chamber to get treated , or for the food to be served on the platter ; rather I take a spoon and scoop whatever is on the pan .
Darling, beneath your pillow is the ecstacy of the daylight and beneath mine is the rage of the trees that won't ever meet the stars and disappointment of a friend , a brother ,a son and a lover . And as the night falls like abandoned rain, this city suddenly feels so big cuz despite living here , we haven't met in a year , and I vow we'll never meet each other again .