A landscape in the morning

Her soft humming woke me up.

 She lay there, in all her nakedness, exposing her true form to the world, so raw, so fierce. You could almost feel the battle between the sun and the moon. Fighting over who would win her.  Who she would resemble. The cold, aggressive moon or the warm, dazzling sun.

You could see the struggle she was facing, yet, not for one second, was she lost.

But the power the two rivals had over her was nowhere close to the command she had over me.

Without saying a word, her beauty compelled me to have a brush at hand and a canvas in front of me. Of course, no pigment on my palette could do justice to her splendor. But watching her there, almost as if she was posing for me, radiating her glory, I did the only thing I knew ; I painted.

As time passed, I could see the sun winning the combat as the moon resided into its chambers, far away from the horizon, with a sure promise to coming back. The sunlight bounced off of her perfectly defined curves, glazing her, intensifying her beauty.

Her humming was now stronger, almost as if she were angry at being conquered, at being a trophy. So much so that grew wild with every second that passed. Or maybe it was the moon that was playing its wicked games from over the horizon. Whatever the case, she behaved like a typical moody girl now. Oscillating between calm excited composed and chaotic. The only thing constant about her was her unpredictability. Her temper changed so often it was hard to keep up. The only thing on my canvas was an anarchy of hues. A mess.

A mess I love.

Ofcourse she doesn’t know me. But I think somewhere deep down, she loves me too. Always calling out to me and posing as my muse as I paint her a different shade everyday. Appreciating my appreciation. Devouring the attention.

 How much more of a woman could she be, the fierce and ravishing deep blue sea?

      There are no poison trees, only poison rivers.

The black river was one I had heard of, but not seen. Well atleast up until a while ago. And even though black is my favorite colour, this shade was not one I was comfortable with. It was a vicious river, this one. It worked by the fundamentals of charring everything in its way, and whoever it touched, it would burn down and melt to become a part of the river. It quite resembles quick sand actually. If you come across it, it swallows you right in. No mercy.

This river was a slurry of misunderstandings, assumptions and hate. And somehow it found its way to the tree in my backyard. I could feel the poison water seeping up into the spine of the bark and eventually turning my vibrant tree to a monochrome. The poison seemed to have a particular liking for the apples of friendship, and obviously, instantly turned them to coal. And the worst part was, I could do nothing about it. I could see no other choice but to chop off that branch before any other part of my tree, my life, got contaminated. Maybe there was a second choice, but I was so entranced by the river that I could not see it.

I hope you do, because this black river still lurks through the veins of the soil beneath your feet, waiting to destroy any and every other tree there is.

    Today I’m here yet again with

Another girl who I know

Absolutely nothing about.

It has been exactly two weeks,

Five girls and eights bottles since

We parted, and I still haven’t washed

Off your lipstick stain on my shirt. 

And your picture on my bedside is

Still sitting there with the broken

glass of wine, from when you left.

Its agonizing to remember how

Your eyes crinkled 

And your cheeks dimpled

Just at the sight of me.

Its even more painful to realize

They wont ever do the same again.

The liquor only helps me

Forget so much, and when 

The high wears off, your scent 

Fills my mind again reminding me

How your lips command my soul.

Reminding me how lost I am

Now with no leader to follow.

Reminding me that the truth is

I don’t love you, I cant love you,

But I always will.

This boat. My boat

The world is a stream

And my life, a boat

The way I’ve overcome hurricanes

Makes me want to gloat

With no one to hear me

But my own thoughts

I keep the voices

Locked in a box

Those twigs and branches

That have come my way

They sure do try a lot

But my boat wont sway

All those mermaids

Who swam by with me

Luring me into the deep

yet I held my stand

And kept out of the black sea

This is my boat

And I, its sailor

I cruise alone

For being alone, I can keep away from traitors

to: Nehal Vora

 subject: You turn sixteen wow.

Dear best friend,
  A treasure disguised as a fair hazel eyed girl greeted me as i sat beside her on my first day at this new school. Two side braids and a goofy smile was all that met my eyes but somehow we connected and ended up being best friends. Its been three years now and we still haven't gone more than a day without talking to each other. Probably the most emotional girl I've met. No honestly, someone should pay me for the counselling sessions I take on a daily basis.
 Our fights only last till the time I remind you that I still love you, and whoosh, we're back to normal! Well you turn sixteen today and since unfortunately I cant be with you on this day, I've written this to wish you a very happy birthday from me and everyone reading this. You're as important to me as my coronary artery, and that's saying a LOT!

 Stay young,beautiful and most importantly, stay you. 
 I hope you lead a beautiful life (preferably including me)
Love you always.

from,
Me and everyone reading this.

Waiting

Life is all about waiting. Waiting for love, waiting for success and finally waiting for failure. Some might ask why failure? Everybody wants love and success but no one wants failure, do they? But that’s the beauty of it, nobody wants failure but everybody subconsciously expects it, waits for it. Waiting for something to go wrong something to break apart, someone to fall away. That wait is like slow poison, killing you a little bit more as time passes. Your heart is caged in its own abyss filled with fear. Holding you back from taking a leap out of the bushes whilst you bide your time in wait of the monster outside. The monster you know is definitely lurking around in search of its prey. Its prey being your happiness, your success. Its sole purpose is to bring you down. And all you can do is hide behind the grass, sit tight and wait for it to find you.

A story retold

Today I'll tell you a story 

Not mine, but a friend

This tale has a very clichéd end

Ofcourse this was about a boy

And she was the girl

One look at him, and her heart would twirl

The boy was perfect, more than one could ask for

And every time she saw him, like a lovesick fool, she held out the door

But like all high school musicals

He was the popular one with a girlfriend 

She couldn't care less because he was the only one for whom her mind would bend

But then they broke up

And she found her glory

She thought this was a way in, finally 

He led her on, like every other guy

And she danced along like his puppet in disguise 

Her feelings then grew

From like to love, from love to want

She was now in deep, an obsession 

Although its repercussions she knew not

Whilst the explosions were heard far off

But now she was hurt

Why didn't he love her?

Little did she know there was no hint of romance from his side for her to remember 

A good friend was all she was

His heart was still on his ex

It really was a lost cause 

He was still completely unaware 

Of her affection 

But nothing could fix this now

No stone of resurrection 

But then came in a new guy

Yet another Prince Charming 

And without realizing it

Yet again her frozen heart was warming 

Loved by all but he loved none

Just a few cups of coffee 

And she was the one

Everything was now so messed up in her brain

Not ready to take anymore of this pain

But now she's sitting here with me

A ring in her hand

And all she has to say is

"Screw my first love, Mr Charming taught me to love again"