Mirror

Look into the mirror. What do you see?

Just a shadow of the person you used to be?

Look into the mirror. What do you feel?

Robbed of the secrets you didn’t reveal?

Look into the mirror. What do you regret?

To that lifelong dream, not saying 'Go get'?

Look into the mirror. What do you wish?

That you could change it all in just a swish?

Look into the mirror. What do you want?

To go back to a time when reality didn’t daunt?

Look into the mirror. What makes you smile?

That despite it all, you turned out just fine :) 

Dreaded Dungeon of Disease

You know your days are numbered

When something evil has you thrown

Into the dreaded dungeon of disease

Food, Air, Water, Vector-borne.

My body temperature has turned bipolar

My taste buds are on strike

My head is on a permanent roller coaster

A rush you wouldn't like.

A vast white ceiling for a permanent view

Despicable chemical drugs for vices

Food and soups that taste like feet

Devoid of all sugars and spices.

But there’s something about this misery

That’s oddly, oddly comforting

No agenda, nowhere to be

Now begins the vegetating!

The Kiss

One eventful monsoon evening down the pot-holed street,

Skilfully dodging puddles as slime and grime bathed my feet.

They called him the Buzz in town, the one who went astray

He took one look at my bare legs, and I knew I was his prey.

Advancing towards me, he moved with a choreographed stealth

I clapped even before his show began; he wasn't good for my health.

Sensing an opening, he swooped in before I could act

And he kissed me - The presence of mind to fight him, I lacked.

Now here I sit everyday, staring up at the whitest white

Injections, blood tests, tablets - it's too late to put up a fight.

The world had warned me, but little did I know

That it would be so horrifying to get kissed by a mosquito.

Just another tale

Long long ago, lost in history

I found a story of magical mystery.

A royal legend told in time

Which made the birds chirp and the winds chime.

Love as pure as molten gold

Forever.. Immortal.. Never old.

A bond as intricate as silken weave

A lasting impression on my soul, it did leave.

With hearts of glass they surrendered brittle

Passion melting them away, little by little.

Until he galloped away on his horse

Birthing yet another tale of love and loss.

Game of two

She walks towards you, a skip in her step

You're 20 minutes late. Shirt hanging out. No time to prep.

She plays with her hair, her curls so capricious

But your mind is busy inspecting if her gaze spells suspicious

She playfully chastises you about cancelling for a whole week

Deaf to it all, you worry if she caught that lipstick stain on your cheek

Sipping her coffee in a hurry, she calls her early departure a real 

disappointment

Without putting up a fight you welcome it, still dizzy from your 

earlier appointment.

She doesn't know.

You breathe a sigh of relief into the nape of her neck. She says 

"It's Ralph Lauren"

You feel thrown off your game, for to this unfamiliar musky fragrance your senses are foreign.

You cast away the doubt and follow her for the customary drink,

Instead she says- 'Not tonight, honey. It's late, don't you think?'

Dejected, confused and livid; because it's only a little past four

But as she kisses Goodnight, you can swear there's someone behind the door.

Do I know? 

The world is too big for small talk

Tell me the story behind that scar on your face

Tell me about that dream you never chased.

Tell me why you carry around that picture in your purse

Tell me why you stopped writing verse.

Tell me about that storm brewing in your mind

Tell me about the moments you wish you could rewind.

Tell me the secrets you've been hiding from us all

Tell me why you once said in love you'll never fall.

Tell me why you aren't the person you used to be

Tell me what's keeping you from breaking free.

The inescapable truth is that we have little time on the clock.

Bare it all, my dear. This world is too big for small talk.

A day will come

A day will come when snow will grace this weatherless city

So to cast away these mufflers would be a real pity.

A day will come when I’ll be thin and skinny again

Why throw away all my dresses smaller than a size ten?

A day will come when I’ll strut the streets of Europe among suits

How will I ever face the world if I part today with my boots??

A day will come when 70s fashion will make a dramatic return

That’s why I fight mum when she says ‘Your bell bottoms must burn!’

A day will come when my days will begin and end by the sea

I'm holding on to them all - fantasy, tankini, monokini and bikini.

A day will come when I'll have to live alone in a loft

What will ever comfort me at night, if not this old tshirt so soft?

A day will come when all the wardrobes in the world just won’t be enough

I’m in love with every little pin. How do I break up with all this stuff??