Your angle

​It’s not anyone’s fault

That things are

The way they are;

After all,

Everyone we meet

In this world

Is human;

Everyone has a life,

Everyone cannot comprehend 

Every single feeling 

With utmost precision

The same way you have.

Even if it is a professional,

They’re still human;

They, too, can get angry

They, too, can get mad,

Because in the end,

No one is an angel

Dropping right from heaven

And there is no one

In this world

Who can ever see

What you see;

There’s no one in this world 

Who will not snap

On hearing an honest confession 

From you

If it’s unfavorable to them;

Everyone has an angle

Of seeing things,

And yours is in no way

Nearer to theirs.

Thank you, 2016!

​Another year has passed

And has blessed us 

With experiences of every kind –

Tough cyclone winds,

The chase for the things we love,

Ceiling fans that slice hands,

New guitars and amazing gifts,

Flying over to places already seen,

New songs that have driven home 

Special meanings,

The lonely melancholies,

All the little sacrifices 

And honest promises

That mean so much,

All the trust gained or lost,

All the lessons learnt,

Friends and family who’ve stayed

Through thick and thin;

Countless happy memories

Of beach sands and salty waves;

Everyday ridicules and midnight fun,

Loud, contagious laughter,

An unshakable confidence

On people who always stay;

A path of obstacles,

And yet, the strength to face

Every single one of them

With such complacence,

And with the faith

That a brand new year

Is here

To bring another set of experiences;

And I shall cherish each one – 

Both good and bad

With all my heart.

Independent

Dedicated to Ms.K, who’s never talked much.


You know you’re independent 

When you can handle 

Everything by yourself –

You know you’re an adult

When you can handle 

Immense pressure –

Even pain,

And have not shattered to pieces;

When you have not told a soul,

And have no one suspecting

That you’re broken,

You need someone to talk to;

You have drained all your tears,

But still know 

You’re okay.

There’s no one to sit by your side,

There’s no one to listen

To your everyday complaints,

There’s no one to ask

If you’re okay,

Because no one knows.

You’ve handled things well, all alone.

A life to live

Another poem dedicated to Mr.K : my neighbour whose feelings I could somehow fathom.
No one gets the life they’d desired

No one lives the life they had always loved

No one ends up happiest among the lot

No one gets away with a single thought

And no, no one can replay a portion

Of their life

Again and again

Just to stay happy

And get away from all the pain

The sorrow

The regrets

Every unfulfilled wish that remains 

All the buried up feelings,

The desperation,

Every little tear that has not been shed

The loneliness

The fears

And every unspoken truth hidden within

Will follow you to your grave.

Found my plant

I have found my lost plant! Someone had taken it, but their roommate saw it, and knowing that I was looking for it, she had told my friend to tell me it was there.

It had been in the same building, and I was thinking it would’ve even died. It’s hale and healthy. Probably the girl who took it took good care of it. I’m not going to leave it in the terrace again. 

Turn back time

This poem is actually written for my neighbours Mr. and Mrs. K, whose marriage never seemed successful to me. They would be better off with other people, but that is against Indian culture, and they stay together, even when it never works out. Mr. K told me yesterday that he wanted to replay his old college days and live that life again. If he did so, he’d never have to marry Mrs.K again. Both of them have their life ruined, because they don’t help each other in anything, they live as strangers in the same house. They’re old now, and nothing can be done after this.



​There is nothing more

That can be done,

Nothing more saddening,

’cause there is

No one to blame,

No one to wipe away

These tears

Of desperation;

This wish of unity

Of oneness,

Of happiness,

Can never come true –

Because everyone has to have

Their own way – 

And there is no one

To say everything is okay;

Nowhere to cry out loud

And pour out all the pain

Into the tsunami

Where it can swirl,

Mix into the chaos,

And finally settle down,

Staying hidden

In the ruins

Of Armageddon.

’cause there is no one 

In this world

Who extend their hand first

And say

‘I will be there for you,

I will do whatever it takes

For us to be together’,

Because all they want 

Are fake promises

Which will land them

Where they had started.

And the only remedy

Is to turn back time

And make sure

They never, ever commit

The very first mistake

Again.

Homeless

​People ran hither and thither,

scurrying off towards their homes

like timid little squirrels

hiding

from the rest of the world

into their little homes

watching television

as news channels buzzed on.

Outside,

buses were being set ablaze,

wooden logs thrown over vehicles;

The homeless man sat watching

as everyone ran for their lives,

but knew not where to go.