This Night

We lay on the moist grass

A soft wind blew. The cold

Had taken leave, summer

Had not yet stomped in.

It was the beautiful in-between season

When tiny flowers unabashedly coloured

And the nights were cloaked in a cooling hug.

 

The black trees swayed gently above us

The stars seemed so close and the sky so near

That it seemed they’d fall on us any moment.

 

But all I could see was your tender smile

And the shadows of leaves softly touching your face

As the sky shone softly in your eyes,

I realized I could always see this night

In you. 

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The Feel of Taste

The Feel of Taste

Fluffy rice, the tangy lime pickle the tip of your tongue licks, the hastily prepared salad

Taste like home, the comfort of familiarity and acceptance flavour them all.

 

Hot steamy rice, spicy tender chicken, and the sweet surprise of pineapple and cream

Under the dim light of a candle on a cold star kissed night where my grandmother’s hands

Skillfully maneuvered the food into every open, eager mouth.

 

Roadside momos, noodles-in-a-box, plenty of Nutella and Nescafe brewed in the microwave,

The virgin taste of independence, grilled to perfection with nostalgia of home.

 

Flavour-of-the-month ten-rupee chocolate ice cream on a cold night

A walk back from the vendor through the lawns back to our dorms

Glazed with a sprinkle of uncontrollable laughter, and surprising happiness.

Beneath the Coconut Trees

Beneath the Coconut Trees

When you’re away from home, what person, thing, or place do you miss the most?

The sunlight striking the water rushing towards me

The slender leaves of the neem tree swaying lightly

The breeze whispering gently about spectacular sunsets

The ugly white house in the middle of all this beauty.

 

In the water always flowing gently to meet me,

I lost myself again and again, in every wave.

With the blue sky peering behind the coconuts,

I gaze up, my mind neither happy nor sad

Just alive, just there, just at home. 

 

The Constants

Some things remain with you, after everything else disappears

The comforting harmony of the night, the cold which hugs you tight.

When you try to remember, you hear laughter and picture bright lights

Was there really no pain then, or is this how you choose to picture it?

But now, what haunts you is the eerie conversations between silences

The forced smiles, the glances you indulge in before pretending not to see.

 

Things you thought were constant collapse so quickly, 

They replace you with one-dimensional memories of you

And when they see you, they see a memory they chose to preserve,

Gradually, even that shadow of you fades away, and you see

Their eyes, blinking to fit you into an image you outgrew years ago.

 

They become speeding cars, making your heart thud for just a moment

Before they soar past you, leaving you on the street kissed by dim lamps.

In the end, that is what you remember: the soft light which shone bravely

After all the other lights were put out, the gentle breeze fanning your tears.

 

They fade away soon, and you force yourself to stop caring

Loneliness is sticky like honey; its taste clings to your mouth,

You gaze at the sleeping sky, the grass peering longingly above

And you remember the constants, everything that stayed with you,

While you were too busy running after sun beams and mirages.

A Rainy Night

Days of fatigue, nights of sweat

Struggling to move day by day

The parched earth, the bare sky

Lethargy enveloping every being

My heart as black as the sun.

 

For days, I’ve been feeling dry

Like a riverbed sucked of its life

My head forced down by the dizziness

Of looking up into a merciless sky

Even my tears seemed reluctant to flow

So that sorrow ended up choking me inside.

 

But tonight, a cool breeze knocked at my window

Surprising me, stirring me from my numbness

I watched as it brushed the trees, and

Playfully tugged the corners of my mouth

I let the tears flow freely, as I smiled to see

How God made it rain for me.

 

A Feverish Ocean of Bliss

You lured me with your eyes,

An endless sky of possibilities

A world powdered with colours of intrigue.

 

I followed you through the cobbled road of happiness

To reach a feverish ocean of bliss

And brave nights of endless wonder

Where the jaded reality of daylight

Could be hidden from me

Till the very last star disappeared forever.

The Nine of Us

NaPoWriMo Day#27

 

The last two months before exams

When we stayed awake at night sipping

Sweet, hot, black coffee and laughing

About the stupid clueless guys in class,

Staring at the clear night sky, sneaking

Up to the terrace and lying on the roof,

All the while knowing that we had to study,

And yet, always ending up talking and laughing.

 

Those days, we thought this would last forever

The last day came, we hugged and kissed

Promised to keep in touch, though we were

All going different ways.

 

Sometimes I wonder whether

We were stupid enough to believe

That things would always be

Just the way we wanted it to be.

 

Now, I cherish the rare moments

When I hear from the eight of you.

Sometimes I wonder whether it was

A mistake that all of you went ahead

And changed so drastically that

I almost didn’t recognize you, while

I still remained the same, hoping

You’d remember those days

Before we went different ways,

And became different people.