12- NaPoWriMo Poem 28

When we were 12
You & I
I never thought
I'd see you
Find 'True Love'
And then lose it
Saying it wasn't true enough
We have been through
So much
I forget sometimes
How much we can face
How much there is to face
How people change
Twist
Mutate
Into something ugly
That pierces your
Heart
Like a well worn knife
In the hands
Of a well loved friend.
People change,
My friend.
Even people
We swore
To love
Forever
But someone
Far wiser
Than us said
"Nothing lasts forever"
But I thought
Your perfect relationship would
But I thought
Our happiness would
Crystallized in that moment
More fool me
More fool you
And the pain of it
Is bitter and sharp
And deep
In all the wrong ways
People matter so little
People come
People go
But these
Indelible imprints
They leave
Are hurting me
Did they hurt you?
We both are cold enough
To soothe the ache
Of People Scars
But say,
Friend.
When we were 12
Did you think
The world changed
Quite this much? 

Fever Dreams- NaPoWriMo Poem 26

Inspired by an insanely high fever. I had begun dividing up all my worldly possessions by the end of it.


Everything burns
Beyond the edge
Of
Sleep
Or
Something
Deep
That does not
Step
Into the light
Or the night
There was
Never heard
Not a
Single word
Just clammy fingers
That choke
A slight whisper
To stroke
The whys
And wherefores
And has beens
Are all lost
In your eyes
And Fever Dreams. 

Your Weakness- NaPoWriMo Poem 22

Written mostly out of frustration.

Your weakness
Is not my weakness
Your sorrows
Are not mine
To feel.
Why they ever
I can't be sure.

If you took
Responsibility for
Your weakness
You may find it
Easier to Deal
With your
Multitudes of Feels

Transience- NaPoWriMo Poem 15

Again, inspired after yet another conversation while sitting in an airport with Emma. I am beginning to sense a theme here.

'I like airports'
I mused.
Sitting the McDonalds
Of a nameless airport
In a nameless city
Of a nameless country.
'They can't judge you
In an airport.
'Who's they?'
You asked.
'Everyone'
I said.
No one belongs
To airports.
Everyone is transient
A puff of smoke
Melting to the sky.
There is no belonging
To an airport
So there is no possession.
If there is no possession
There is nothing to defend
If there is nothing to defend
There is no fear
No fear
Means
No judgement
And that is why
I like airports
They are transient
As am I
And so,
I feel at home.

Home- NaPoWriMo Poem 14

Written after I realized the definition of home being a singular place didn't hold true for me at all. The cities briefly mentioned are Delhi, Chandigarh, Cape Town and Edinburgh.


This concept of belonging
Has never been
Too clear
In my head.
There is a niche
To be carved
In every corner
Of the Globe
With no corners.
The now is too busy
To think of the has beens
Or the maybe comings.
So what is home,
Then.
The city that bewitched
Me; Heart and Soul?
The city where blood
Ties me in a cocoon?
 The city that taught me
The sea and a new continent?
The city that reveals new
Secrets in a cobbled tongue?
Across continents
And seas that I cannot name
I have made homes
Over and over
And over again
I leave home
For another.
I miss cities
Not people.
Because home
Is where the heart is.
And my heart
Wants the world.
This concept of belonging
Doesn't make sense
To me.

Omelettes- NaPoWriMo Poem 13

Written in honor of the various Omelettes made during the course of my Ireland trip. Also, for my general love of them. Inspired and addressed to my eternal muse, Emma. No, not you Nurdan. You know why.


'I could try
To juggle
These eggs'
I said.
Merely too see
The alarm
Flash through your eyes.
We are making
Omelettes today.
Omelettes mean
Privacy, my kitchen
And home.
This situation
Has none of the
Above ingredients
Needed for
The perfect
Omelette.
What we have is
Lachie's pursed up lips
Your calm eyes
My egg making skills
In a tiny kitchen
In a city
We don't belong to.
These are a new
Kind of omelettes
Of a new kind of
Friendship.
Lets put
Laidbackness
Moonshine laughter
Adventure
Comfort
And the odd cuddle in
To see
What these
Omelettes
Taste like.
A bit like us,
I suppose.
But not in a
Cannibalistic way

Diamond Hill - NaPoWriMo Poem 12

Written after probably the craziest climb of my life. Yet. Knowing Emma and Lachie, I shall be dragged up various more soon enough. This was Diamond Hill in Connemara National Park, by the way.


I'd be the first to go
In a zombie apocalypse
I am convinced of it
After my pitiful attempt
To scale Diamond Hill
Over by Connemara way
If you are interested.
512 m of HELL-
-All 7 circles of it.
And the rage
At seeing your two
Companions skip
Like bloody mountain goats.
While I,
Panting, breathless
Legs give out,
I think the world
Grows dark
Or the sun hid
Behind a convenient cloud
My companions wait
For me to scale
And I promise
All the gods
That ever were
No more McFlurries!
I hear Olympian laughter
In return.
Just a little more
Of this unending agony
Till I gain
The summit.
I would say
The view
Was worth it
But I am too busy dying
To notice
Just yet.

A Little More Love - NaPoWriMo Poem 11

Just some thoughts.


If people loved people
A little more
And ideas of people
A little less

If people loved themselves
A little more
And pretended to love themselves
A little less.

If people loved smiles
A little more
And loved sneers
A little less

Perhaps, then
There would be
A little more love
In this mad, mad world.

New Friends - NaPoWriMo Poem 10

Written for an adorable baby I met on a ferry while on a cruise around the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland.


Today I met a baby
With a cheery smile
She was on a cruise
On a choppy sea
So was I.

I made faces at her
And she smiled some more,
It made me forget
The ever present concept
Of death
By choppy sea.

There were majestic cliffs
To be looked at.
But I taught the baby
To blow a raspberry.
Her mother said
She'd made a friend.
So had I.

This baby
With her too big blue eyes
And cheery smile.
So small
Compared to the cliffs
And yet,
So big.

Bread and Cheese NaPoWriMo Poem 9

Written while enjoying some really amazing bread and Goats cheese bought in Cork from the English Market. Was filled with love and cheer for all.


I am easy
To please
Just give me
Some bread and cheese.
A simple baguette.
To enliven
The Irish tongue
Goats cheese
That tastes
Like a green, Gaelic
Sun.
The company
Of fond friends
A river or two.
A bed of grass
Will do
Quite nicely
Now how about
That bread and cheese
If it please you
Most kindly?

Wild Country- NaPoWriMo Poem 8

This poem was written in bus, in a near illegible scrawl. It was my third day in Ireland and I had just spent a very pretty day in the pretty town of Waterford. This bus was taking me to Cork, trundling through the -beyond words can describe- Irish countryside and it was raining outside. I was comparing it a bit to the Scottish countryside. And also the patriotism of the Irish, which isn't unlike the Indian version of patriotism.


The world beyond my window
Is dissolving
Into liquid.
There is a wildness
To this country
There is a rightness
To this country.

Gone are neat fields
And stacked
Bales of hay
Of the the old Empire.
There is only
The roaring sea
The woolly sheep
The jumping hare
The rushing bus
The tangled bush
The dissolving world
And me-
Frantic
To make a memory.
It refuses
To solidify
Into a pigment picture
To be tucked away.

There is a wildness
To this country.
There is a rightness
To this country.

That Dress Looks Nice on You (Part 2) - NaPoWriMo Poem 7

The final three parts of this two part poem. Continuing on the them of dresses and such.


"Tomatoes and Dappled Streams"

You blush so well
I could lay a trail
Up your neck
Across your face
Of you turning
The same shade
As that hoodie
You say is a jumper.
Your dappled stream eyes
Flutter far too close
And fill me and the world
With laughter and 'youness'
A special brand of jubilance.


"Bumblebees and Butterflies"

You are like the bumblebees
The songwriters of 1960s Bollywood
Compared their heroines too.
Cheerful and bright
And essential
To any romantic song.
You are the butterfly
I chased in childhood
Seeing you cloaked in a yellow sari
I am wonder-struck at how you personify home.
The second line I ever said to you
'You know how it feels like!'
Still does and will always hold true.


"Cuddly, Fuzzy and Grey"

You don't let me in
To your warm
And cozy room.
You say I'll steal
Your blankets and clothes.
But you always
Have the fuzziest, warmest
Hug to cuddle into.
Especially that grey jumper
That will be mine one day.
I used to think it was the clothes
But it is the deep warmth of you
That beats the Edinburgh chill, any day.

That Dress Looks Nice on You(Part 1) ( I stole the title from a Song) NaPoWriMo Poem 6

This group of poems- both Part 1 & 2 are written for some of the most special people in the world, who made University life what it actually is. This blog was started for them and its about time I introduced them to this blog and the world. They are my Sunshine and Skies and Happiness and World in Edinburgh. So, in no particular order, here goes.


"Queen of Hearts"

You have always been
A vision.
And you suit
Silver shimmer
And brocade.
The quickness of your temper.
And the flashing of your eyes
Are all combined
In the pout
Of your smiles
Of your guiles
And your
Oh so organized Files.


"Cornfields and Blue Skies"

'Your hair are
 Like a cornfield',
 When you wear
 The sky so blue
 About your
 Popping shoulders
 You are
 So very much you
 Now when
 I think of Sunshine
 And cloudless skies
 And summer days
 I think of you.


"Cream and Peaches"

You must think
Me; Full of odd notions
When I declare
You a fairytale.
But I once read of
A princess
With kind eyes
And a heart that
Overflowed love
Like a frothy cream jug.
Like you, she too would flush
When complimented too much-
- Twirling her fairytale skirt.

Poker Face- NaPoWriMo Poem 5

Still posting poems very late, I am afraid. But posting while traveling the wilds of Ireland is very tiresome, I must say. This one here is written for one of the bravest people I have ever known.


You are so much
Braver than you look
You are so much
Frailer than you look
When all I can do
Is listen
And not speak
In the night
That gathers close
And tears you bravely chose
Not to weep
And sorrow is
Such an ugly word
In this ugly sorrowful world.
And yet you smile and smile
At people
Less than
Half their worth.
Where did
Such a tiny girl
Learn to face off
To the big bad world?
Is this the kindness
You learnt
At the knees
Of someone
Who mattered
So much?
To hide your tears
And play a bluff
And let the world
Lean on you
To much.
Please do tell
Who taught you
To poker face so well?
His legacy seems
To carry on
In the brightness
Of your smiles
In your life
In your being
Far too nice
You are braver
Than you think
You are frailer
Than you think.

Sunshine in My Heart ( If Not in the Sky) - NaPoWriMo Poem 4

Going to do a massive dump of poems collecting over the last few days now. Here's to Poem No. 4. This one was written about two days before starting my Ireland trip when I wasn't sure I was going to be able to go to Ireland at all- Visa issues. I had been moody and depressed for days and then suddenly I felt a bit sunshiny inside and said as much to a friend. Lo behold, an hour later I held my passport with my Irish visa inside. I do believe in magic, don't you?


I stole the sun.


So the Scottish
Clouds gathered
And murmured
About how I stole it.


So I kept
A little bit
Of Sunshine bursting
In my heart.
And returned the rest
To let the Spring
Finally, Completely, Thankfully
Start.

Edinburgh Castle and the Sky So Blue- NaPoWriMo Poem 3

I did forget to mention, I am travelling all over the Irish countryside at the minute- so my posts might not be on time. I realize I may be late, but the poems are there. Just didn't have a chance to put them here. On a side note, Ireland is a poets paradise.



It takes a special
Sort of knack
To disregard
Fact
For poesy.
Take a thumping
Big castle
For example
And place
A poet
On a bench
Facing
It's buxom backside.
And what will
She say?


             "The sky is blue
 The sun is shining
 There is dinner
 To be had
 With a punctual friend
 And I am going
 To be late.
 As always.
 The castle is there
 It always
 Will be
 But the sky is blue
 And there is dinner
 To be had
 With a punctual friend
 Compared to taht
 The castle
           Means nothing."  

Animal on Edge- NaPoWriMo Poem 2

This here is a charming little story about what a panic attack feels like. Kudos to Emma Fox for suggesting a grand title.


I am little more
Than an animal
Curled up and sobbing
Sobbing on the floor.

I am little less
      Than a human
               Injured and howling
                             Howling at the mess

               
 Of things that are not
                                     Thoughts.
                                                 Of thoughts that are begot
                                      Of things.

                                                         

                                                             Sometimes the quiet is far
                                   And the pain is now
                  The wounds won't scar
                                                                               To numb the crowd.

                                  
                 Then instinct takes charge
                                                                                And I froth and spit
          At a world too large
                                                                                        With no place to sit.



                                             No air, No lungs, No breath
                                             Tis then, I am an Animal on Edge.

Hazy Nights - NaPoWriMo Poem 1

I am drowning
Melding, Blurring
Dazing
In the almost
Wanted burn
Of the night
Lost
In the burn,
The daze
The haze
Of it all,
I can
And I will
Fool myself
In believing
I belong
In this world
You call home.
Let the slow
Crawl of
An antique daze
Seep
Deep
In my veins
Let me sit
Apart
From it all
And write.
I will immortalize
You.
Young
Not innocent
Free-
- At least for now
Beautiful.
And so very much
In love
Or lust
Or just
Feeling
Far too much
It is youth
And you will
Live forever
Dancing
Laughing
Bitching
Beautiful
Seductive
Sad
Bitter
So very,
Young.
In my words
I will make you
Immortal.
Let me alone
Curled
In my corner
And I will
Write
You all
Burning brighter
Than sunshine
After a hazy
Dazy
Lazy
Night.
I am writing
You.
All of you.
Forever beautiful
Forever young
Forever,
Out of reach.