Game at the Bar

It’s not a token of pyaar It’s just a game to be played at the bar It’s not a token of miss Just a sweet little kiss From all the bottoms up on our first meet Drinking from those plastic glasses was our need Crossing our hands into each other for every shot Do you

It was always you

It’s you who has taken a decision which I was never a part of It’s you who thought I am not worth of what I desire for I remember the day when you said you wanted out I remember me juggling for answers which I had no questions for I wonder if it was time

Endless Life

I want this day to end I want this pain to end I want my nerves to feel me I want you to be out of my system It’s you who left and it’s me who is left behind Come back or take me. This day seems incomplete, this sentence seems incomplete, My breath seems

I let you

You see me, I notice you You reach me, I meet you You make an effort to know me, I respect you You love me, I allow you You ask me, I let you But now Now you are gone, leaving me to wonder Wonder what was real If it was you or the one

Dusk to Dawn

By the evening the boats look calm. Tied to the corner and other hand flowing apart. I saw a person getting out of it and his face was telling me the story of what a day it had been. Tired and rested at the same time. His eyes kept rolling for the search of his

The Ticking Cursor

The ticking cursor irritates me, as if it’s teasing me. Teasing me, staring at me, as if it doesn’t give a ****. I kept looking back at it, asking him to shut up. But my brains shut and my heart opens, trying to write all the shit that just happened. Why can’t my thoughts process

Rising High

Every building has a story to tell, every window has a face to share. It’s just my perspective that matter. Sometimes it’s a mother, with those wet clothes, Or it’s the dad with some ashes to throw. Sometimes it’s cradle with a warm smile Or it’s a girl with those damp eyes. Look closely and

It was that smile

It all started with a smile I thought you meant it for someone else, Thinking who can ever like me. Well, I know I look odd with those chubby cheeks and these specs on. But did it ever stop you, I kept ignoring the fact that it is me. It was always me, but it