Sparkle It Around

 I know if I call you today after sunset, you won't pick. Silence will grow and I will take a deep breath. Something inside my ribs would break and bleed and I won't have words for it. I just hope before I get short on blood my letters reach you if my voice could not. When in life you feel yourself strangling to death and there is nothing you can do about it, you feel a kind of dizzy. Someone tried calling me today and checking on me and I wanted to pick I wanted to cry out loud but I cried in my head. And I hope it's alright. This is incomplete. Memories of lukewarm love, fugitive stains of broken songs playing loudly on the stereo, stolen kisses, and a drowsy drunk voice saying that I love you bangs in the head. Comforting silence of Monosyllabic replies. Turquoise sky pouring down the torrents of the light, a fuzzy tonic of bittersweet memories. I should have said everything. In the smell of nitroglycerin, hypochlorite, and peroxide I breathe in air and your name i...

 As I sipped my tea and looked at the rain drops falling on my window pane, I felt old. I was missing the little girl who would sneak out when it rained. The girl was all grown up, thinking about her responsibilities and her priorities and wondering if she’ll ever be able to get back as the same little girl. Work was piled up and the timelines were approaching but the mind was somewhere else. It was not ready to be trapped in the four walls. Not today! I did not know what to do, whom to talk, where to start believing that this is just a seasonal crisis.The mind was not settling. The thundering clouds were making it all the more restless. I had to take a break from everything to get back to my ‘socially acceptable’ form. As I stepped outside my office, I noticed an old man struggling to open the umbrella. My heart sank, at the thought of getting old. It was as if everything around me seemed depressing. I asked, if he would allow me to help him. At this, his wrinkled face brightened ...

  I am 21 now. I see so much autumn in your voice and rain in your eyes, The August sky above me surrenders And I feel a familiar ache. It might have taken your smile To bring my heart to knees. In this distance between us,  Physically and vocally Because in the thought you are with me, I have imagined telling you that, That I watch that you exist, Everyday, And my heart fails to understand, For once I have imagined this distance is not Equal to this distance. There is no way to say this. Dead words come alive, Those scribbled on paper, Sometimes in life, you see, death is not what kills you. I can do nothing about it. I can feel dizzy about how this hurts. And there is no word for this feeling.

  There is a kind of love after which all the purpose of love is achieved. You would not want anyone after that because all you have is beautiful memories that you don't want to lose. Letting go is love too, it doesn't seek recognition. Love is and always will be beautiful and the memories of loved one stay in heart to prove how beautiful love is.  The clandestine memories, the sweet, sour, and bitter ones, you cherish and think oh my god! I was insane while this happened. You laugh and you cry at yourself, you think and rethink, you imagine and you imagine different endings, different in-between stories, and whatnot. You always remember the stories. Love essentially never dies. We may traveler better or maybe new places but the emotion lives in the heart. You get dazzled and you start thinking, oh my God how did this happen, how it all started, how your la-la-land was. You remember the first meetings, the awkward shy eye contact, and going away and coming back. You re...