On a better day.

Like turmoil instigated by the ascent of a base guitar

My day pitched off with high and low tide; dancing sporadically

Exploring my celestial bond with the place

I inhale reddish-orange sunlight, exhale exhausted citylights

Fill the dwarfish tubes with infinite life, resurrect the dormant flow

In the end, I broke up with audacity

It left me harmless, retaining my heart, forever.


While love brought beauty to the seasons, friendship endured them.

Love made winter warmer with its touch, friendship made the traversal smooth.

Love showcased adversities as painful and hard hitting, friendship diluted them as mere squabbles.

Love romanticised everything from specks of dust on her cheeks to cute eyes of a giant teddy bear, friendship treated them as facades of illusion.

Love may not survive another sunrise but friendship lasts till my sunset. 

Love and aftermath

Those immature ideas on how to lead a life were convincing when I imagined a life with her. But not now, not until my humility was hurt by reality. The painstaking effort to save the relationship may have been toppled by the unintended camaraderie of family and friends. But that gut wrenching vaccuum never left the mind until life asked to choose between past and present. Present offered the privilege of drawing on a blank paper, past regressed to be a futile attempt on redrawing a compelling canvas it used to be. Canvas was attractive and inspiring but blank paper encouraged to imagine and rejuvenate past ideas and plans for life.

Nevertheless I’ve chosen the latter. Captivating enough to start recognising those insignificant pleasures of life. I tried not to think of her but failed miserably owing to the emptiness she left in me. Felt like I was being dragged to the bottom of a baseless dark tunnel, crushed down by invisible memories of yesteryear courtship. Stayed there, ganging up with audacity to step on the present leaving the remnants of the past behind.

Then hit the master stroke of truth, relationships are roses in bloom, once the fuel in them exhausts, they fall to the ground, unmoving, losing the texture and the fragrance. Forever is an illusion and eternal is just an alternative delusion. Certain people move on in their lives acquiring new friendships, starting over again. But the vulnerable destitutes like me can’t imagine life with someone else, someone strange to heart but close to mind. They learn a lesson for life.

No matter what, try and live by yourself. Love is a mirage we rely upon to scuffle through the harsh realities of life. Love thyself, because you can’t protect an agreed upon love with someone. Being in love is being vulnerable to pain, loss and the last resort of hope too. To be able to love again is one of the hardest parts of life. I’ve preserved those memories in my heart as a unifying force to reassemble the pieces she left. Only memories last, neither people nor their promises.

For Once And For All

Cast your spell once again
Relieve me from this darkness
Wake me from this limbo
Wipe my scars with the stars
Leave the world behind the past
Catch upon the lost dreams
Be mine for now
And the moments after
Make all promises count
Go places within me
Dry my soaked heart
Lead me to the end of life
Just be there
Help me leave my breath
Watching you
Being with you
In your hands
Help me die