Original

The world is riddled with people

who like to play it safe,

with creatures of conformity.

Not me.

I colour outside the lines

I eat with my eyes.

I fit in by standing out.

No, I am not a rebel,

I am original.

Stuck in the mud

I’ have been remembering this game every day. I played it once a week as a kid, after music class.

It was simple. The chaser would chase the players and tag them. After being tagged, they’d be ‘stuck in the mud’ until a non-tagged player releases them.

Why am I remembering it?

Well, that’s life for me right now. And I’m trying to find some humor in my current state of mind. Because sometimes the mud hardens and arrests me in place. I don’t move forward. I don’t move backward either. I’m just stuck in the mud.

But, every once in a while, someone/something comes along and releases me for a few seconds. I run, as far as I can. I pause for a brief second, and before I know it I’m stuck in the mud.

A dream within a dream

I powered through my day

Small victories, little joys.

I was content. I was happy.

Everything was in place,

Career, love, life.

And then I woke up.

I powered through my day.

Small victories, little joys.

I was content. I was happy.

Everything was in place

Career, love, life.

And then, I woke up again.

And then life moved on

Happiness, toys, childhood
And then life moved on.
Teenage, studies, first crush
And then life moved on.
Failure, distraction, anger
And then life moved on.
Love, career, growth
And then life moved on.
Heartbreak, darkness, depression
And then life moved on.
Soulmate, marriage, true love
Stay right there.

Sometimes

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night

Just to listen to the silence around me.

Sometimes I remember the past and cry

Just because.

Sometimes I keep walking wherever the road leads me

Just to get lost.

Sometimes I am not nice to anybody

Just to feel bitter

Sometimes close my eyes tight

Just hoping that ‘this too shall pass’

Sometimes I do these things

And sometimes I don’t.

Fire

There was a fire burning
She saw it this time
She saw it after a while
It burnt ferociously
Passionately
She was scared
She was apprehensive
She felt the heat
It touched her
She started to enjoy it
She felt pleasure in it
She fed it
She made it even more fierce
She allowed it to take over
She gave in
She let it spread
She burnt with it
The fire within her
She saw it this time.

Oh Love

This must be love

This must be why it’s blissful

Like the first drop of rain

After a hot summer

An early morning text

“Have a good day!”

The perfect stroke of paint

On a new canvas

Being swept off your feet

“Gosh! You’re a feather”

Your playlist on shuffle

That plays all your favourite songs

Long hours of video call

"Aren't you the cutest!”

Finding money in your pockets

Oh! the joy of being rich!

Sifting through pictures

“Aren’t we the cutest!?”                

The delicious smell of dinner

As you enter home after a long day

Getting drunk on beer

“I don’t know why I love you, but I do so much!”

Words fail to convey

What exactly I feel about love

But if this is what it feels like

I’d bask in it forever!