An open wound

She was in pain. As pin pricks shot through her body, she shut her eyes as if to distance herself from reality. And true enough, the pain subsided. Wonders, she wondered and opened her eyes to see him holding her hand. She was a little take aback, to say the truth. She needed all the support in the world, but her battered ego would not accept it, or atleast to him. 


Overcome by numbness, her soul comfortably settled into over dependancy- the only solace it could sink into every moment, without being asked for an explanation, an excuse or a reason. She bled my wound religiously - spilling the bad blood out. The deep intense red a reminder of each painful prick of pain she silently swallowed until every nerve screamed out in a chorus of agony. Silent, sadistic, gliding through silver nights swaying golden skin to the rhythm of pain - until it became music. And then, as if an anticlimax, right where he held her hand the little river of red disappeared into the hollow of his palm. All the while holding her gaze with fierce intensity, he dropped his mouth to it and licked the end of the river. Your blood is now mine, he said.


Let's bleed together then - let's sway to this rhythm together.

To The Girl Next Door

We rush out of the lift in a hurry - our minds filled with a million 'have to do rightaway' things -everyday. After breakfast and after lunch, together - deligently and carelessly. But somehow, everyday it slips my mind that just two steps beyond the lift, you turn to a different direction. Or is it I? I'm not sure which. Just that a few steps later I hear your faint "See Ya!" And thats what wakes me up again. Its not so far away - where you sit. Maybe a door or two between us. Legally, we're part of the same organisation, but there's so much more than just walls between us. In the aura of the same walls that seem majestic, you and I blend into different tides. Write official letters to eachother - and call it business we make money out of. Or don't, I'm not too sure.


And then we meet again, at the lift. Laughing and eager to share all the million experiences we experienced seperately, being different parts of the same organisation. And this time the "Hi!" is so much more audible. My Hi.

Wedding

Sometimes. When the sky turns pink
And the orange orb melts into the oblivion,
I sit down with the coffee life made
And think, sipping, a careful sip.
About life, love and togetherness. And of course you.


Life is wonderful but quite odd at times
They say all that happens is how you see it-
I see you happy today, smiling
I see your smile amidst flowers and people
People who have prayed that this smile of yours remains. Forever.


Love they say is everywhere,
I thought it was just another proverb.
Until I saw the two of you. And looked around.
And saw love in the cake, in the vows and the ring.
In the glass and the drink. Intoxicating.


Togetherness is warmth,
Even with miles apart
Even with a crowd between us
Sitting on opposite corners of the room
We will remain together and I will be there for you. Eternally.

And the Rain Washes it Away

A drop of Blood on a Broken vase,
The flowers have withered away-
The leaves are all dead and sore,
But yes, the Thorns remain.
Pain oozes out of the stems,
But the Rain washes it away.


No, not the blood.
Diluted but not displaced-
Beauty. Sorrow. And truth.
The storm has magnified destruction;
Torn the plant apart, ravaged the leaves,
Burnt the petals, left the Thorns to rot.
Yet, the Rain washes it away.


Genres of generation,
Decades of existence;
One last moment of the Sun on the Dew:
The Earth breathes heavy vapours,
A life is silently crushed to nothingness. . .
And the rain washes it away.

Difficult Beginnings

So here's a cheers to me - to finally ending up doing what I intended to do about 5 years ago. Yes i am lazy, sloppy and extremely slow with self indulgence. But hey, at least I've got a memory good enough to retain unfulfilled promises to myself...


And hopefully I'll be a little more sincere with this than I am with my breakfasts, for example.