He and she
He had sketched on the wooden block
During one of those best days
Cherished they both seeing not just the art
But the love they boh saw on the block
Over time however,
The sketch peeled off
The paint on the block chipped her and there
That got her worried
And anxious
But then just as she was to pick up the block
To safekeep whatever remained of it
He brought out a pen
And redid the whole sketch on the same block
It would stay Forever, he said
And put the block back in her eager palms
To safekeep not just the block
But their love forever

It had the nicest smelling flowers in the world
So felt the bee
She would come daily to sip nectar from them
She had never seen him tending to the plants
He would leave just before she was due to visit so that she may  have her fill at peace
But one day the bee catchers came
And he rushed to shoo her off so that she is saved
He caught her in his palm right from the flower she was sitting on
In fright, she stung him
Her venom was poisonous, he knew
Lying on the ground he still had inside his palm held
Until everyone was gone
Opening his bruised palm, he said
You are safe my little one
Sip as much as you may
For this is your's
I am just your keeper
And closed his eyes

her boat did not sail
it had a gaping hole
he had fixed it well
had it anchored to the shores
safe
so she sat on it
hoping he too would join
but then
he had set sail
only to look back and wonder
why she didnt

she picked up the beads
that lay scattered
all over the grass

small and tiny
hundreds of them
they lay everywhere
hidden in the greens

she sat for hours
picked them
one at a time
in her palm
she clutched them tight
and rushed inside

took the same string
that had broken earlier
makes the bead-anklet
back she wraps
on her anklet
besides which
was written his name

it hasnt rained this time
yet, i give up not
and look up at the sky

although it hasnt poured
it will wet my soul
i know, i know

and so i wait
it will, i know 

she lay cold and dead
yet her heart was warm
when he touched her
one last time 

even as it turned dead and cold
it left behind a flower to hold 

A pen and a pencil 

My only solace

When you look

The other way

Hope i do justice

At least to them

Unlike the love

That i couldnt be

i dont know
if that is true
but i have actually started
to smell like you
how else does your tee
still smell the same
after each wash
oh my! how glad i am
that i DO smell like you

...after all that
She realised
She was simply
Undeserving
Of anything good
Of him
Of love

A tiny dot
On their wirsts
They would imprint
Each day
It became a norm
And they grew used to it
Then suddenly
One day
He erased the spot
With a cigarette butt
She knew not
The spot was gone
What was her's once

She loved and lost
Several times
Each one left behind its mark
Their very own
She had scratches of a cat bird dog on her
But his mark was the deepest
On her soul he had marked himself
Yet he was gone

She scrubbed herself
Real hard

To get rid of the bruises the blows
To wipe the face clean
To freshen up and glow

The harder she tried
She realised
They were there to stay

For all that was left of her
Was her tired beaten and rusted body
That lay lifeless before her soul

All that glittered
Was a gift by the fairy
She lived in her fantacy
Until it stuck 12
Vanished she into
The darkness
where she belonged
To the cold wet earth
Her feet curled
The glass slippers were never hers
She told herself
Before crying off to sleep

She had come off her reins
To him
Sprinting together
They crossed miles
Tired they never felt
And yet
She just drops dead

She was too worn out
Her soul tells him
Now it would finish the run
And asks him to fear none

Aghast as he may seem
He carries his lady in his arms
Her soul sprinting by his side
Says her journey is over
From here on only i, the soul would run

Cheering herself

She decides upon a tattoo

Yet another

That would put life back into her

Believe 

Strength

Anchor

Freedom
Already etched on her tanned body

She knows they would 

stick around her tired soul

But then she realises

There is no space left on her

Staring at the blank walls of her room

Scribbles the new one

Some calligraphic design

Representing love

The love

That could never be hers

The tattoo, now a wall art

Remains

Until the paint chips off 

Long after she is gone hoping someday it would be her's

Between his yes and no All that as left of her Was her parched tired soul The bud that he checked for if she doe or if she does not Lay on the dusty track Withered Countless times he ripped to see if it would still feel the pain Robbed of the branch That tended to her She gazed blankly Felt the dust Silently dying

She stands by the window side Hoping to see him Eyes still wet from last night And yet, he says WHY She leaps with joy Hoping to hear him say That she is all that he wants And yet, he says WHY She gets a whiff of the perfume he wears Smells through his clothes That she hasnt washed ever since he left them And yet, he says WHY She moans at the songs that narrate their love Croons them over and over Wipe away tears from her eyes And yet, he says WHY She crosses the path Where they would swear by their love everyday Smile as she briefly relives those moments And all he says is WHY He is clueless she thinks But no, he means it He turns back and says "Do not pretend" And walks off.

Between the "she loves me, she loves me not", She got lost where she belonged once

Into the oblivion 

Where she knew the soul was alone 

The only time she loved, 

Truly baring her soul, 

Came the words "You love me not!" 

Barefoot with a tired soul 

She went back to her darkness 

Never to return 

And never to love 

 Love does not come easy 

She knew 

And she had it and felt it slip through 

Now empty

She took the path 

Of no return 

Where she could rest her tired soul 

And just be