Finally...

Surreal night,
Odd sense of peace descending,
Burying all worries,
Was it denial?
Or finally, acceptance?

Weightless,
And hurtling through space,
Following an infinite golden light,
Was it goodbye?
Or finally, a homecoming?


Breathless,
Heart a-flutter,
A gasp and a sigh,
Heavy eyelids,
Was it fatigue?
Or finally, tears?

Fumbling fingers,
Flowing words,
Stumbling thoughts,
Was it gibberish?
Or finally, meaning?

Life behind purple tinted glasses

In that moment her sunglasses were her best friends.
Tainted emotions that on her heart heavily weighed,
That her treacherous eyes betrayed
Behind purple tinted glasses lay entrapped.

Only hidden, not overcome
Out of sight but choking her mind
Escaping the only way they could find
Through soft tears that hard frames couldn't stop

She freed her hair from its rigid restraints
And she let the wind blow them all out of place
Hoping it would hide her streaked face
As the hurt and pain also fled their confines

He glanced at her in the rearview mirror
And he spied the tears through the futile disguises
And briefly he wondered at what her past comprises
But the mirror could only reflect her tears, not their cause

He realised it wasn't his place to judge or cure,
His only duty was to drive
And hope that she would survive
So he didn't ask why or where but just focused on the road ahead...

Fool for you!

Oh! What woe we cause ourselves
Over finding love that is forever and true
We fret and fawn, meddle and moan,
Turn into varied shades of red,green and blue!

For every time we meet a boy
Who is gentle as the moon
And bright as the sun
Our heart goes into a swoon
And our mind screams "He's THE ONE"

Every good deed is magnified
And flaws (if any) are vilified
Hellbent on discovering our soulmate in disguise
We turn to our superpower to over-analyse

"He maybe jobless
and without a wage
But he's trying so hard
to turn a new page
He's so smart
and his thoughts so sage
But he looks so boyish
like he's just out of college
What, oh, what must be his age?"

"There's this guy on my mind
as I write a sappy ditty
Gasp! He hates Titanic,
only the-greatest-love-story-EVER! The tragedy! The pity!
But he makes me laugh more than F.R.I.E.N.D.S,
Sigh.. he's so charming and he's sooo witty
I think I may have a crush on him
(But just itty-bitty)
So what if he's from another city?!"

"He's just so perfect, he's just sooo right.
We're so good together we just can't fight
He's so talented, he can even cook
Whipped up a gourmet meal and fed it to me by candlelight
Then he strummed his guitar, sang me a song he'd written
Sigh! what a wonderfully romantic night...
But this was 8 hours ago,
should I call him or wait? Oh what a terrible plight!"

"So he's the love of my life but it's complicated
And he's unlike any other guy
He notices things & remembers stuff
He's kind, thoughtful, sensitive & shy
He brushed my shoulder, touched my hand
And hugged me for THIRTY seconds as he said goodbye
Well, he's kinda committed but that can't last
He likes me too - said it himself & he can't lie
Oh Good Lord, why won't you cause his girlfriend to die?"

Wily and wise
In love we become otherwise
Usually composed and cool
How do we turn into such romantic fools?