Organic Chemistry

The cold on the surface
no longer penetrates.
How dry can
dry ice be?

I was melted once,
frozen thrice,
wafted away
in disguise.

When I met the one
that completed me,
you said you
wouldn't be able to breathe.

I was named,
a million adverse effects;
most abundant
my lease.

I am aerated.
I am fizz.
Yet no longer
does my carbon cease.

I am compounded,
within so confounded.
Yet, up to no avail
does my dryness ease.

Soundless Eyesight

The sun that set

the hopes inside,

night descended on

dreams in daylight.

A hymn that echoed

especially for her,

unheard it went;

soundless, her eyesight.

Pouring herself 

into despair,

The cup so full, 

she couldn't drown.

The liquid murk that enveloped,

was within, not around.

When the night

slipped away

and the brightness

blinded,

she turned her gaze

towards the mirror

that reminded.

And nothingness greeted her

with a knowing smile.

Before she could see anything,

she'd have to travel a million miles.

Unrequited.

It's like you're talking into vacuum
and expecting a reply.
It's like an incomplete song-
no music, just a rhyme.

Each breath of mine, is for him.
And he breathes free.
Seems like I've lived only for him
to someday accept me.

Looking into those eyes,
my entire world, I see.
A part of him and a part of me,
together, a different entity.

Being beside him
is my greatest bliss.
While in his mind,
he awaits an other's kiss.

The cruelty of feelings-
like a slow knife, it kills.
I feel like never feeling again;
swallow a desensitizing pill.

Yet hopes flicker
on a candle molten with time.
The flame burning out,
possibility merging with grime.

...And the dusty piano
plays a consistent music composition
without a rhyme.

Oftentimes I feel...

Oftentimes I feel...

What more could I wish for in life
If each of my mornings, the soft sunlight
radiating on your dreamy face
were my first sight?

What could be a better melody to hear
when laying my head on your chest,
your breath and your heartbeat
would make the best tune to my ears?

What could be more secure
than my tears landing on your shoulder.
your arm across my shoulder,
my hand held with a promise in yours?

What could be more beautiful
than watching a smile play on your lips,
your face glowing in the night,
under the soft light of a full moon?

What could make a better evening
than a small coffee table,
soft music in the sunset,
Love overflowing through the chimney?

And what could be more joyful, more satiating,
more unconditionally contenting,
than watching you smile,
affection in your eyes,
the evening breeze kissing your hair:

Knowing exactly what I mean, when I say "Oftentimes".

The Shelf

They say Time grants you
your deepest wishes
or changes your dreams
with itself.

They say childhood saw
a thousand wild fantasies
that remained a tale
between other books on the dusty shelf.

But even as I age and
as Time, the voyeur, passes by,
my shelf of childhood dreams
I dust away from the hopeless cries.

Each book I flip through
reminding myself of my future life
with the nostalgia of
a childhood for it that striv'd.

This shelf of a thousand wild fantasies
I have harboured all along.
They and they alone
Rightfully to my belong.

And each of the White Dress and
Solitaire Diamonds, Places World Over
and Unconditional Love,
I promise myself to bring to reality.

For these dreams have driven me
ever since my first breath,
and I will chase them
Till my last.

Trying Yesterday

I tried waiting,
my eyes got tired
of keeping a watch
on your route.

I tried calling out
your name,
my voice wouldn't
get that loud.

I tried walking
the distance between us,
my feet got tired
midway.

I tried remembering
the last time
we laughed together,
it was too long back.



But when I tried thinking
of when I fell in love with you,
and the last time
you made me smile...

...there was no tiredness,
my heart knew,
no matter
the miles.

It was just yesterday,
when I was yours
and you
were mine.

Just yesterday,
when Love stood
yet another
test of time.

Just yesterday,
that our lives were
for an Eternity
entwined.

Un Désir Pour L'amour (A Yearning for Love)

Dreams within 

an illusion-ed living.

Passions that build up 

with the 

unfulfilled desires.

A solitary night 

that breathes 

upon my skin,

Wishes 

with a muffled silence

in the cold,

 for a fire.

The gentle touch of love.

The all-encompassing eyes 

that admire.

Tight embraces 

of souls in the dark.

Conversations 

that would go haywire.

The shuffling of the satin sheets.

Moans of pleasure 

echoing through joy,

Perspiring dreams 

turning to reality.

Stark nakedness 

in coy convoy.

Such wishes and desires 

held close

In a heaving bosom 

each night.

Sighs of longing 

instead of

satiety.

A made-up love 

of a forlorn sight.

Many a flame 

of the candles lit,

Reflected in beads 

of grieving ire.

Satin sheets ruffled 

every morning,

Still wait 

in the cold for the fire.

The Afternoon Star

A revolving sun
around the earth;
A galaxy I'd
created for myself.

A flower bud
seeking nectar;
A swarm of bees
I'd belonged to.

Everything already in,
the answers to every whim;
Each thing I'd searched for,
outside.
Every dream, achievable,
the tales, never far-fetched;
Each time I doubted
my own ability.

A star shining
with the afternoon sun;
you came along
so bright.

Laughs we shared
in an amusement park;
you taught me to laugh
in joy.


When things fell apart,
You feared to start;
Taking your flight
at midnight.
The storms that came
in your absence, the seldom meeting
would still suffice.

I've lived this long, learnt lessons a few.
A few from myself, a few from you.

The awe I felt on your sight
Was the reflection of the ability inside.

Remembrance

There's a blue sky overhead,
with clouds like
the ripples in a little pond
you threw a pebble into.

There are sparrows chirping,
their voices sweet, 
like the melody you'd whispered
and put me to sleep.

Those breezes when they come,
gushing out stories, 
like the times you ran to me
full of triumph, grinning broadly.


There's this noisy street,
so always jammed,
like when you couldn't decide
what on earth wasn't damned!

That little girl I meet
each evening when I return,
her smile as refreshing
as your face in the sun.

These flowers, the green grass,
they sway in the evening cold winds,
bumping into each other 
every now and then.

All those dogs on the street,
look up at me
with eyes so innocent
Seeking to give company.

All this while, each moment I see
Your presence, though not always there,
is always with me.



And yet you ask, how I always remember you. :)

Forever Always

They'd said
the word being 'Forever'...
They'd said
the word being 'Always'...




The Forever Always
seeming like Tempting Eternities
calling out across decades
when we felt low.

The Forever Always
healing temporary wounds
burning desires
shrieks echoing
across abandoned locked doors.







Suddenly when
the storms
hit the ocean bed
and the tremors
longed for the shore

When the ship
It wrecked
The land, lost
the storm left
no more...



The Forever Always
seeming to always be there
flee in fright

The Forever Always
seeming to keep promises
vanished from sight...




The Forever Always
hid forever,
leaving us lost,
hurt and broken.
The trust, torn.
Not a goodbye spoken.


How unceremonious, insulting and humiliating.

How casual, insensitive and breaking.



The Forever Always
forever believed in,
abandoned the house
Filled in new wounds
burning desires
shrieks echoing
across abandoned locked doors.


The Forever Always broke a belief, shattered the trust,
Left us. Abandoned.