And exactly 2 years later...

A sharp tip pierced through the surface

Filling crevices, turning them a deep shade of blue

His hand was swift but the strokes were heavy

He was committed to his action

Ruthless, remorseless, ready to strike again

He lifted his mightier weapon of choice

But today, it was inept in empowering him

His thoughts were astray, but he didn’t stop

It was tiring, demanding, but it had to be done

With every gash, his desperation surged

The lines on the surface reminded him of the failed attempts

He crossed them out, determined to finish what he started

Applying more pressure to the tip this time

To direct the flow of liquid along with the thoughts

He felt like it was succumbing to his wishes, finally

But with nothing more than a tick, the tip collapsed

And along with it his dreams of redeeming himself

But the rip in the white sheet continued to mock him

As it marked the death of a writer!

Grace

Spotlight flooded the floor on cue
The stage was tinted with a golden hue
Melody from the record began to rise
As she took the center stage in style

With the music her body began to flow
Her hands swayed in the rhythm, nice and slow
With her jumps she would touch the starry sky
And every step felt like a different high

The spins, jetes were all justified
As the music soared and intensified
Her elegance still stalled time
Every second and minute it redefined

With a triumphant smile she was ready to fly
She had practiced this finale many a times
She spread her arms and took that final jump
Her feet slipped and she fell with a thump.

Tears welled up as she began to rise
But she didn’t weep nor utter a sigh
She stood up flawlessly with a smile on her face
And maybe that’s why they called her Grace!

P.S: Belated happy birthday Rids. This is for you. :D

May your soul be at peace

I know its too late to say now but it's for all those times I forgot to say how special you are to me. To my aunt whom I have and will always look up to and admire. You are a true inspiration to me and many more young women like me.


Immortal Always

She lies there wrapped in a blanket of prayers
Tears flow down from the eyes of those who cared
She lies there still amidst the ocean of chaos
Numb to the cries of friends who mourn their loss
Detached, her soul drifts in search of the light
Maybe the soul has catapulted in to a bright star tonight
Or maybe into a raven perched on the window outside
Or maybe it has already found a new place to reside
But in this moment when I don’t know where you are,
If you are here or if you are far,
All I’ll do is remember the times and things you told
And under my pillow tonight your memories I’ll hold.


Love and miss you.

Neverland

The world turned on the bright lights
Still I felt so lonely tonight
Every sound and every voice
Was distorted, chaotic noise

And I was lost in Neverland
Beautiful outside, cold inside
I made my way through the crowd,
Running for the exit as I cried.

Nobody seemed to care
No one seemed aware
And every face was identical to the next
I was trapped in a haunted carnival fest

And I was lost in Neverland
Beautiful outside, cold inside
I made my way through the crowd,
Running for the exit to survive.

But I tripped, I fell and I lost time
And I saw the gates close with me-e-eee inside.

Episodes from a travelogue

Dumping my life into a backpack,
I’ll put on my sneakers and a t-shirt black.
Running to catch next train at the terminal,
I’ll start my journey around the world.

I’ll listen to songs along the way.
Till the battery runs out and I can no longer play
That’s when I’ll turn and strike a conversation,
With the person who got in at the previous station.

We’ll share stories of all the tense.
And that’s how my journey will commence.
We’ll share a tea and I’ll buy him food,
Spend my last penny for a companionship so good.

Soon it’ll be time to say goodbye.
I’ll tell him, “It was a pleasure, I can’t deny.”
He’ll wave at me and I’ll do the same.
And journey resumes thinking of the stranger without a name.