That Fleeting Dalliance

Running under the street lights,

At this odd hour.

Looking up at the moonlight,

To look at my star.


You brought light to my life,

For one day that I knew you.

You made me want to be your wife,

Even though I barely knew you.


I loved the creases on your forehead,

When your smile touched your eyes.

I love the way you held my hand,

Giving me the feeling, you would never say goodbye.

I love the way I caught you looking at me,

And you would shyly blush it off.


But what I love the most,

Is seeing you click that picture of mine,

When you thought I didn’t know…


When we met for the first time,

There was that instant spark.

We forgot everything else,

And went on that walk.

We didn’t care who looked,

Or that it was becoming very dark.


The night under the stars,

Or the breakfast for dinner surprise.

Dancing in that bar at 12 in the night,

Or long chats we had from dusk till dawn.


When the light finally sneaked its way,

And made it to our eyes,

I saw your face drop,

Surely mirroring mine.


We didn’t want to move,

Didn’t want to go.

Sitting there right in front of you,

Was my haven, my home.


I don’t know what was my favourite,

From all those moments,

But one thing I can tell.

The beginning of the end

That fleeting dalliance,

For me,

Was an affair to remember…


Mindless Musings

I had a thought, that made me smile,

We met each other ten years down the line.

You asked how I was,

I said I was fine.

We looked at each other like no time had gone by.

You asked me whether I wanted to go out and dine,

I saw a sparkle in your eyes.

They reminded me of oceans, so sublime, and so,

My heart spoke before my mind could.

Saying yes.

I began treading on the path,

Only meant to be abandoned.



I’m glad we had that conversation yesterday,

But I’m sorry I blew you off today.

I’m happy we mingled as though old friends yesterday,

But I’m sorry if I behave like a stranger tomorrow.


We share the same interests, we laugh at the same things,

We have the same reaction to all the weird things.

But there are times when it dawns on me.

How close to a relationship, a friendship, we get,

I draw back ten steps, forcing myself to forget,

About all the times we were together,

Of all the thoughts I had about you.


I’m sorry I’m like this,

I’m sorry I don’t live up to the person you expect.

My mind goes into overdrive,

Imagining all the possible scenarios,

That when I see you the next day,

I don’t even know what to say.


Saying that I’m shy-isn’t reason enough,

Saying I’m not used to talking this much-sounds like an excuse,

But believe me when I say this,

You are the closest to real,

I have had.

The closest to raw,

I can ever get.


It depends on my state of mind,

The next time I see you,

Whether I’ll be overjoyed or downcast.

But know one thing for sure,

The moments that we had,

Will hold a place in my heart, forever to last.


Paper Hearts

Our heart is what keeps us alive.

What gives is life,


When we see someone we like,

Speeds up like at the end of the race,

When we have that someone,

It slows down as though we have won the race.


This heart of ours, this paper heart.

Can be torn to shreds in seconds,

Only to be recycled with great difficulties.


People come,

Leave their marks in beautiful illustrations.

Then they go,

Burning up the remnants,

Of what was so beautiful before.


This paper heart of mine,

Is no less fragile than glass.

Once broken,

It takes a lot to become whole again.


While heartbreak leaves behind pain,

Pain that is so incomprehensible,

Until really felt.

My hope, that everyone has that one epic love,

Never Dies.


So dear you,

Who is out there somewhere?

Who is meant to be the love of my life,

Please do a good job of mending it.

Mending this paper heart of mine.



Dear Future Me

In times of despair,

I want you to think of me.

In times of sadness,

I want you to know.

That you were strong,

Through it all.

That you held on,

For so long.

I want you to know,

No matter how low you think of yourself,

How much you bury yourself under self-doubt.

I know that you have come through obstacles,

With difficulty of course.

You persevered through the darkest of nights,

You still woke up when the day was shrouded in clouds.

You cared too much about what people would say,

And that was your major let down.

But after it all,

When the lights turned off,

And there was silence.

You sat still,

And listened to your thoughts,

You realized that where you are,

What you are,

Is a product of your work and intention,

It was never about people’s reception.

You made mistakes over and over again,

You will still make more.

But dear future me, know this,

You are stronger than you make yourself to be,

Kinder than you perceive,

Loyal than most will ever be

And your will is as courageous,

As there has ever been.

-Your Past Self

#3-December Tales

Day 9

At the adventure park,

Went on all the rides.

At the end of the night,

On top of the Ferris Wheel,

I commented on the most beautiful view.

You said that’s not true,

Looking at me,

As the wind blew.



Day 10

You brought me flowers,

I blushed.

I looked into your eyes,

And admitted.

I had indeed developed a crush.

On you, since the day we met.


Day 11

Yesterday you left,

Without saying a word

After dropping me home.

This morning, I opened the curtains

To see you standing on the road,

With a small whiteboard.

‘I think I like you too’.


Day 12

3 AM

We’re walking on the streets,

Lamp posts still bright.

As dawn came close,

I looked up at you and leaned in.

You did too,

And then sparks flew.


#2-December Tales

Day 5

We walked around the city,

Sat under the bridge.

Talked about all the things,

Never mentioned to anyone before.


Day 6

We met at the coffee shop you loved.

Wasn’t a date we said.

Just two friends, he said.

The laughter from our table,

The chemistry in the air,

Said otherwise.


Day 7


We didn’t meet today.

You had plans you said.

Thought about you the whole day.

Till before I went to bed.

11:59 pm-I miss you,

The phone pinged.

As it became 00:00,

I reflected on the best moment I had all day.


Day 8

The morning flew by,

Couldn’t concentrate.

Went to the ice-skating rink with friends.

After a while,

I saw you standing on the other side.

With a bright smile as you winked.

Was it destiny, was it fate?

That it was only you that could make me feel this great.


#1-December Tales

Day 1

I saw you on the street,

Walking with your thoughts somewhere else.

One look,

And you couldn’t take off your eyes.


Day 2

Walking down the same road,

Only this time you stopped.

You returned my handkerchief.

I took it,

Knowing it wasn’t mine.


Day 3

I came to that place once again,

Knowing I had no business today.

I saw you sitting on a bench,

Your mind away.


Day 4

I sat next to you,

On the very bench, you were yesterday.

I said something about New York City,

You looked up with a sparkle in your eyes.

From then, there was no going back.

I’m Not The Kind Of Girl

I’m not the kind of girl,

Guys fall in love with.

I’m not the kind of girl,

Who can flirt easily,

Or even talk that easily…


I’m not the kind of girl,

Who laughs at everything.

I’m not the kind of girl,

Who always says the right thing.


I’m not the kind of girl,

Who has a happy ending.

I’m not the kind of girl,

Who can make a guy feel like a king…


I’m the one who befriends dark corners,

And shelters tears.

The one who drowns

In the sadness of her own being.


I’m sorry for who I am.

I’m sorry for being.

Sometimes I just wish,

I  was just enough.

I just wish,

I was that kind of girl….




The Person You’ll Never Know

I’m different,

Around different people,

This order of behaviour,

May Change.



I may talk to you like a long lost friend,

Other days,

I stare at you like we never met.


This may cause confusion, and even lead to misunderstandings,

But if you stick with me through it all,

That’s when we will know,

If our relationship was meant to fall,

Or grow.



A name tag used by everyone

And anyone.

Its become one of those words

Like anxiety and depression,

Which everybody relates to,

But will never know the real feeling of,

Until those horrifying feelings,

Take over, latch on,

And never let go.


There are nights when I cry,

About the lonely circle I create,

There are days when,

The people around me, I really do appreciate.


The semblance of normality,

Is put on by all of us,

When the veil falls off,

Who is who, you never know.


This feeling made me miss opportunities,

I’ll never know,

Experience things,

You’d never know.


Somedays, I want this shell to break away,

And a new person to emerge,

Other days,  I would love to retreat back,

And stay the person you’ll never really know.