Samasya? Tapasya!
Mars seems so habitable right nowthe flat air and silencethe desert sand and rockshues of yellow and redlike the colors in my heart for yousitting side by side with youas we watch this dead landso alive next to youawakens the childish spirit in mewith the tune of your air guitarwhile you play with your hairsContinue reading “Air guitar”
We just wanted to play aroundall day and nightcontent and not seeking anything more Damp nights in Asiajust walking the quiet night streetsowningworld clasped in handscareless, just skidding off fun What every aspiring rock star wanted in late nightsafter the wee hours of an ending partysome things to talk aboutsome pains to sharesome loves toContinue reading “In the heat of Asia”
You’d stay silent, just holding my hand, and I believe itBut would you save the girl with the mustacheWould you be the golden child with bright clear eyes and a careless smileThe teacher that jumped on desksOr the soccer coach intern Would you love goldilocks in her short skirt as she holds her binder andContinue reading “Different people in different times”
When the song looms on a repeat tune; the kind that gently hops around the parameter of your heart, so does the aura of him. Red; the color of the show. The essence of time. The feelings at hand.Raw, the smell of meat. His flesh underneath. His open words… wounds.He’s on the highest shelf, neverContinue reading “Red”
Your eyes like window light through glass your skin; either blushed or heated or darkened by the sun your smile, says it all by staying bitter or hopeful your hands, rule me like they know where to guide your torso; to rest on for music to play on
Sometimes the feel of hurt tastes so sweet and it can be tasted by the tip of the tongue as if it was just yesterday when I found all reason in you; a low point, I know, to believe that that would do but it felt safe it felt like home amid the world ofContinue reading “Going on the same path, headed different directions”
What is yearning
andd my life sucks”
Tonight, my favorite song is ‘Dont stop believing’ by Journey. In the guitar strings is our experience in this dark of the night. Rainy metro city concrete floors, concrete walls. Dark nights, cloudy days, spans of loneliness that lasts months on end. You’ve become an American boy, more than I’ve ever become an American girl.Continue reading “Rat kids”
“I saw you, then this thought came that life is the heat, and you are the leafy shade Today again, the heart made one wish today again I reconciled the heart life is the heat, and you are the leafy shade I saw you, then this thought came If you leave, then I shall thinkContinue reading “तुम को देखा तो ये खयाल. “I saw you; then this thought…””
When it happens the first time, it soars but it’s happened before this feeling of synchrony as we smiled and rode on by but this time it was a bit different making it a first time, again it was the calmness the quietness the substance that leaves you guessing as we split paths and thinkContinue reading “Falling paper pieces”
I open the door and there you are in the center of what feels like a spaceship the door’s creaky and it’s quiet outside and it feels like this place is in motion with it’s constant fanning and somewhat emptiness isn’t it strange how it came to be? It’s sort of a pathetic miracle indeedContinue reading “Spaceship”
Samasya Tapasya 