Love, Less

A few meters distance
Have I traveled in red lips
A cuppa tea at 7 am
In morning just like me
Half left for a mess
I can clean
I have seen
There
I have been

He said
Winter is coming
As Coldness in lonely bed
Wakes me up perfect
For a hot bath
Braless walks on street to work
The pale rainy morning
Would have said the same
Winter had come already

So I stacked up the woods
Of old seasonal hugs
Dusted off my raggedy blanket
From yesterday’s sores

And its time to put on my winter boots
Walking with sounds
No I won’t
Call you with love
Anymore
In morning
Tak tak a friend flirted
My boots make music
Alarm sounds
My coffee cups are still at bed
Its stale and cold now

As you said
Winter has come.

Friends home

Five sticky notes

And a revolving fan

Has more pain than I am

In healed cut marks

And guitar strings

Have more stories than Mine

And what do I wait for here?

My knifes are rusty

In maggots filled kitchen

The sink stinks of weeks left over

I my walls are clean like its not mine

And I dream of the cockroach

Died almost a year ago

I wait to go back there

I wait for love

Goals or something like this

Someday, In few years later,

When I am something

I wanna stand in a rooftop and say out loud

This uneducated, forgetful, impatience liar is my man

And people will look at you with pride

And hope

Of fixing their own messes,

For trying

For loving

Make yourself the best man

– not a perfect man

Slowly/personal

You said I am broken

From every aspects

Depressed and don’t wanna get better

You said to get up and be positive

And do something,

Something creative.

I am broken,

I am lost, scared

My shaky hands can’t hold a pencil

My anxious brain gives me nothing

But exhaustion, your need, your comfort

I want you

To fix myself

“Scared”

I am sorry I cannot create a piece of art

Right now I cannot be strong enough

But Today,

I cooked maggi

For myself

With schezwan sauce and dried oregano flakes.

-and I will change my tshirt next

Senses

There is a subtle smell of serenity here

In the air

Above crowds

Above miscommunication

And above my immediate need

For pee

My grandma had this smell

So my maa

Every time she visits her place

She brings papaya

My favorite leafy greens

And this particular smell

I think it originates from here

Here where my brother were created

And so do I

A killing joke

And a good laugh

Those days of black and white mirage

This air has a particular colour too

A good sex

I don’t want any of us

To be good

In bed

I want the clumsiness

In love

Where We joke

About our cramped muscles,

Awful flavoured condoms

Which we won’t ever try,

Your erectile dysfunctions

Out of stress

Or my pms

And we end up snuggling each other

For the next day

A best friend for season

I have been happy with people,

Friends who will always stay,

For life.

Their presence are so brightening 

Full of wonders

I could travel to a new land

Escaping my fear, anxiety

Future and past.

They are my best friends.
I have been sad with someone

Awkward silent bothered me

And the nakedness of reality

The very absence of my fiction

And the comfort I was building

To fight back, and figure out

The future.

He would not be here again 

Ever. 

And the very little time we have spent

In his worse time, in my worse time

We will probably forget in good times

But before I sink back to fiction again,

For comfort

For the land of Plastic flowers 

And my best friends

He will always be the best thing happened

Amongst friends.

The very best of friend

In my reality

Where I was finally my namesake. 

Happy

Sometimes, when you think your old friends are gone.

Yes they are really gone. 

And you have to search for new people,

Read them like a new language,

With lots of spelling mistakes,

Mispronunciations

And bad sentence construction.
And then one day, for few minutes

You will find them, like your native language

You know you are in a foreign country,

And the person speaks your language,

Is complete stranger now.
Sometimes, those old stranger friends

Will stay, for few minutes.

Real,

No it isn’t.

But in a desert mirage seems real.

John doe

Someone suddenly materialised around us,
taking back and forth in time.
Someone far away from home.
Burdened with undone crime.

Someone makes us wait.
For some moments
Forever, sometimes,
Forgets us, and flowery scents.
Faded away, or does it ever,
When we look up,
Our lucky star.
We all remember.
Some, runs away, holding our hands.
Through firewalls, through clouds and tears,
Another kind of promised land.

What is next? Whilst we rest
But the living is precious.
Get out of the box, look through doors,
That someone is us.