Where?

Oh! he was everywhere

Tattooed in the in inside of my hand

Innately part of my endless rants

Lurking behind my classroom seat

Waiting outside my dance meets

On top of my list of crushes

Making out behind my backyard bushes

Filling the inside of my head

The muse of the poems I made

Like a voice on the phone

The only boy not Friend-zoned

As letters hidden in my desk

Like a tingling between my legs

In photographs and in songs

Right beside me downing vodka shots...

Only he wasn't there for the entire ride

Like he was supposed to be

Even though he said,

"You're my wild light -

What a lovely life it will be!"

Life doesn't always end up like we plan it to be.

.:ayda:.

Co-dependence

She made a
Man
Out of him
By day
And he made a
Woman
Out of her
By night.



We make each other. All of us are a lot of people's efforts and effects besides ours, of course. Almost like the exemplary constructive codependence between the Sun and the Moon.

.:ayda:.

Free

My strings are in his hands
His are in his mother's hands
Hers are in his Dad's hands
Whose are in his Dads hands
And in the end it is a massive
puppet show!

Let others be
Break free.


Freedom is a very very misused term. All of us are controlled by something or the other.
Some are bound by love, some by duties, some by family, some by work or responsibilities, while the rest are haunted by their past or caught up with plans of the future. Let go. Break free.

.:ayda:.

Just Another Star

I was just another
star in his galaxy
of constellations,
with not enough shine
to hold him in place.
But I shone anyway.


You just gotta keep doing your shit. Keep shining, no matter what.

.:ayda:.

Fond

it wasn't perfect
it was a broken mess
a rubble of jealous fires
and stolen glances
angry kisses and
endless chances

I was quite fond of him.

Still am.



It wasn't great, but it was!

.:ayda:.

Faces

if people saw
as much
beauty
in words
as they did
in faces

the world
would be a
beautiful book
of poems and
we its pages



Most of the times I wonder what causes people to see the beauty in other's faces and not their words. That hideous doctored profile pictures should receive more validation than honest comprehensible sentences is quite out of my fathomable imagination. Is the world any less a poem? No, but it sure does fail to elicit the appreciation it deserves.

.:ayda:.

Fireworks

Sunny dresses
And bare toes
On the grass
Colored lips
Sipping coronas
Heady conversations
With green eyes
Under a clear sky
Time flies...

The day rolls
Into the night
In silence
And in laughter
With the touch of a finger
A tinge of blush
All the things I love
And fireworks.


Ever felt like a firework about to go off when you met someone that filled you with happiness? Yeah! that's exactly what I am talkin' about. Good day people! I hope you all have a day full of everything you love.

.:ayda:.

Two

Lets be silent and solitary
Together
Let's embark on a solo trip
Of self-discovery
With two tickets
Let's go for a run
In two pairs of shoes
Let no one know my flaws
Except you

Does it seem odd to you too?
Do you not feel a strange anomaly?
That my entire being refuses
To live  without your company?

.:ayda:.

Exam Magic!

Remember the time when you were in college, and exam time used to be the most fun with your dorm/hostel roommates? The palpable pressure of unfinished syllabus and the mounting tension of next day's impending fate at the Test, all combined to make you crack the stupidest of jokes over Maggi with study friends when you were taking that much-needed "break" from those tedious hours of study!

Well I always used to have these weird urges to write poetry, or watch a movie or paint (anything creative) during those ominous hours. My mind used to be bombarded with inspiration and artistic ideas that would inevitably will me into abandoning  my books for a different pursuit. Well, the little voice in my head would reason out, "Just 5 minutes off won't hurt, would it? I just need to pen the thought" And once the penning starts, it goes on and on. It is like apocalypse is at your doorstep and you are still watching TV!! 

It was during those times that I became surer of my interests and what I would like to have as a career. The way exam times showed me the way was unbelievable.. in fact quite magical. I still can't shake off those moments or the feeling of being torn between what I was doing and what I wanted to do.

Following are 4 lines I had scribbled on the question paper during an exam that describes how words played with me.

The pages were endless
And I flipped them like clockwork
Words they say are ceaselessly seamless
But no one told they did midnight wonders!