Ode to the Joyride

You walk to the ticket stall, hoping this evening doesn’t end in a Melanie Martinez song. You buy two one-way tickets to Neverland -one for Em & one for yourself- knowing very little of how nights end here (or if they end at all). You think you’ve finally caught up on love. You’re not a…

so broken, so broken

He finished his Murakami in the quiet of a dark, abandoned alley. The kind of street where lovers do what lovers do (truth be told, he had no idea, but he also couldn’t care less). He laughed scornfully at the mere idea of it. ‘lovers do what lovers do’ could definitely pass for an overrated-and-misattributed-to-Bukowski…

On the road

It’s almost an hour past midnight, so I suggest, over the sound of our roaring motorcycles and sleepy laughter, that we pull over for the night. The wind is almost prickly, accompanied with the agony of loneliness that a starless night brings. One would call it rather disgraceful to drive 7000 feet uphill and not…

Express

I think the only time we’re really alive, is when we’re running out of breath, gasping for something heavenly, gasping for the whiff of something old and foggy; something that connects you to that old cottage amidst the coconut plantation, where you spent your summers with your grandfather, until one day when you didn’t, and…

I’ve lost the ability to live without imagining music playing in the background. Think of it this way – I am a sleeping conglomerate of blood and bones, only awake when I’m hit by tides, tides of emotions, tides of all things beautiful, tides of all things dreamy, tides of all things otherworldly. Come, hit…

And I’m still lying here on this bed made out of the carcasses of our dying hope. don’t call me an escapist, I am not the one who left open the tinted glass windows Let the birds in. let them scavenge through the remains of this forsaken love. let them scravenge through the remains of…

I wish I could tell you everything

I don’t know if 10 years later, they show me a picture of you, I’ll remember who it is. Unless they remind me of the feeling. I could write books about the feeling. I probably won’t remember how you say you hate your voice when you sing, because somebody told you you’ve got too much…

I hold my hand pretending it is yours

She asked me if I wanted to fall in love. I told her I already was. She asked me what it felt like And I wrote her this poem. What is it about love that makes people want to kill for it? What is it about heartbreak that makes it taste like blood? I could…

अब जाने न दो यारों …

तुम कहते हो जाने भी दो यारों, हम कहते हैं अब जाने न दो यारों। केदारनाथ ने पानी बरसाया। कितने बेघर हुए, कितने हुए आहत। हमनें भी कुछ आँसू बहाएँ, लेकिन फिर हम ही वह लोग थें जो कहें अब जाने भी दो यारों। प्रकृति पर हम प्रहार करते हैं। पेड़ काटकर घर बनाते हैं।…

Red 

When the music’s turned on, and this emptiness begins to settle in, turn the lights off and cling to your shallow feelings. Follow the lullaby- it sings for you and me. When the brokenness mends, and you want to emote, look up to the sky- it is now home to me. When the light finally…