The shape.

I've changed the shape of

my heart

far too many times to fit it

in your palms

like how black coffee

twirls and whirls

in cups and mugs

of different shapes and textures,

each time with a new form,

each time with a new aroma,

and yet

remains

strong.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erywPdFfORE

I'm here.

Paint me in the hues of warmth,

swallow me like the Sun would

consume the Moon,

hold on to me like the sea does to

the shore,

trying hard to take everything the shore

has yet failing incorrigibly,

caress me like the Spring touches

the cherry trees,

the point is, I'm here for falling

and rising and lacking and

wanting,

the point is, I'm here for the

misery.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52FBvP7z2LU

Relinquish.

I loved you

to the

point of vanity,

breaking the

thresholds of all

floodgates and inhibitions,

and now,

it refuses

to relinquish,

it merely and starkly

refuses.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4V3Mo61fJM

Just this.

Hold me in your arms

tonight,

I'll not ask for much,

maybe a whisper or two,

and your voice doing that

thing it does to my ears,

it'll dawn on us in a

few hours,

you'll forget the last night

and the time we spent

counting the stars,

the bright Sun will send

its wishes through rays

on your cheeks,

so, please,

hold me in your arms

tonight,

I'll not ask for much,

just this.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx1Bh8ZvH84

Totally Psyched.

Labels and names.

"It's getting dark. I should probably leave."

"No, don't. Stay."

"I need to get home."

"We can order pizza."

"I have to leave."

"With your favourite toppings."

"Please, you need to understand."

"I won't stop you from eating it with ketchup."

"It's over."

"What's over?"

"Us."

"What us?"

"You know what I mean, whatever's between us."

"What do you mean?"

"We cannot do this any longer."

"I don't get it."

"Of course you do! You're just feigning ignorance."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah."

"One pizza won't hurt."

"You know we won't stop with the pizza. We'll hurt each other. That's what we do. That's what we always do. Eating a pizza or doing anything for that matter never remain as a simple task of doing."

"Then?"

"What then?"

"I want to know where you're going with this."

"I'm telling you we'll hurt each other. That's what we do."

"Nonono...that's what you do. That's what you always do. You always have this vapid urge to run from everything you feel strongly about. It's what you do. You drop things cold, mid-way and never look back."

"I'm just not looking for someone I can emotionally invest in."

"But do you ever?"

"It doesn't matter.

"It does. At least to me."

"I don't know why we have to run in circles about everything we do. Do you derive some kind of fun from this?"

"I just want to know."

"Know what?"

"What we were."

"Some kind of an unfinished business."

"Is that it?"

"Yeah, not everything needs labels and names, you know?"

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzQ9VrnNQLQ

First home.

I wanted to name our first home

after us,

after our love,

luckily for me,

I had several options to pick from,

ugh...where do I begin?

what do you think of naming it

as 'erratic'?

or do you like the sound of

'wrecked'?

because we won't be the first in

the history of having a

wrecked home,

but then, what about 'pensive'?

I like pensive,

it sounds chic,

what do you think?

you don't have to make a choice

right away,

no, really,

there are more names I could

offer,

I can find better nouns

and adjectives,

but let me warn you,

nothing might sound

more right than

'bygone'.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnzHOsiaJns

There's nothing.

I've been writing for days

about you

about us

about everything I struggled

to say

hoping my words will

move you

because I've heard that

words can melt rocks and hills

but after all these days

I realize

there's nothing that can truly

make you listen

to me,

really,

there's nothing

and now, I am out of

words too,

really,

I've nothing left to

say.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejG2NwA5Crg

FIREFLIES.

Our love bathed and drowned

in the metaphors of

fireflies,

it shone in the dark even with

a lifespan so

small.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoLlgAnXkXw

Time.

Time ebbs and flows in strange ways

with you around,

it rushes,

it quietens,

it pushes and hushes,

tugs and shushes,

time ebbs and flows in strange ways,

and with you around,

it hastens and flashes,

like a stream drifting without a

course.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvsChJvE86M

Your absence.

Your absence was heavier than

your presence,

it bent me out of shape,

leaving me with an unsettling

emotion,

like how the remnants of previous

night's storm

bring down the leaves and the

flowers.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdIVP0ZjBv4

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Nightfall.

He sat by the window,

smoking into the air,

observing the people

across the street,

the clock was ticking

behind him,

reminding how time is

whisking past him,

he counts the number of

homeless people on the street,

and looks up at the stars in

the sky,

tonight, there weren't many,

the clouds hid them and tucked

them away from the world,

he sat by the window,

smoking another cigarette,

the nightfall has just begun,

with the clock ticking behind him,

the nightfall has just begun.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QV2iYFl5eSk

I'm looking for a city I can call home.

“You take delight not in a city's seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.” ― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

I've heard that people fall in love with cities, get attached to them, and live long enough in them to call them home. I've fallen in love with various cities and towns but never lived long enough in any to get attached or call them home. Or never really ventured out for actually falling head over heels in love with them. I hate crowded places, so I avoid them. I avoid all forms of noise, confined areas, and I have curfew times. Surprisingly I don't mind having a curfew time because as most of my friends comment I tend to get most of my work done by 6 PM, tops 7 PM and head home. On rare cases when I end up staying out, be it in the city I live in or the cities I visit, I find those moments magical, driven by passion, and as you might conclude, I get attached to them. I become clingy to those moments and relive them inside my head a thousand times. A million times.

The nasty past about falling in love with cities is that you're heartbroken when you leave them. What you once called a home will no longer shelter you and your whims and caprices. And starting over is never a cream puff. Starting over after having a home so wonderful has the power of ripping us to shreds. I believe some cities and towns are truly potent enough to break us down and bring us to their feet. You get lost in their pandemonium, the people walking the streets like you and me - somewhat clueless, somewhat sorted. You can never call these cities and towns your own for thousands are doing the same. It's not your home when there are millions attached to the same skyline you wake up for. That's the problem, I mean. I can never get attached to cities because there will be many like me, who arrive and depart. Sometimes way before their time.

But I wonder, certainly wonder what it might feel like to venture a bit out of comfort zone, rip off my walls of caution, wander the by-lanes of all the cities I've lived in and see if I can ever call any of them my home. Maybe I cannot, but it might not hurt to try.

See I've heard that people fall in love with cities, get attached to them, and live in them long enough to call them home although I haven't yet.

But hey, I'm looking for one.

If your city has a vacancy for a homeless who fits the character definition of restlessly neurotic, stays indoor for a greater part of the deal and loves clear sunsets, let me know.

I might just sign up for it.

Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ln-JJ3YiIk&list=RD8Ln-JJ3YiIk