Woolgatherer

I buy myself a fresh canvas every night
to trace you in graphite
smear you in technicolor
dry it to freeze you
so I could hang you in front of me
and smell the acrylics that make me nauseous
and dizzy, like your kisses
before you fleet away
without making me your volition.

If there was a single dream in which you stayed
I'd never get out of my nightgown.

Polarity

Dear You,
I tried to reason with the signs
They say we aren't meant to be.
Every time you arrive
it's time for me to leave.
You taint every thing I ever love
I carry the load.
Our paths may have crossed yesterday
on opposite sides of the road.
I hope the dust that bounced off me touched thee.
Love,
Me.

Back with a phusss

That's right Delhi, you better pour and pour hard to make up for all the shittiness that is you! 5 minutes out of the plane and I swear I could extract 100 gms oil from my face so totally not fit for human consumption. That's 'cause it had all the arghhss mixed with it. And after 2 weeks in Bengaluru I love going "Wow, ok!" every 5 minutes on the road 'cause I have never seen such weird traffic with no signals, absolutely disregard of lanes and most importantly, human sanity.

Of all the emotions I have ever felt in my life, separation anxiety is the mother of all pathetic emotions. And for friggin Bengaluru! It could rain in my life forever. I was happy. I need to sleep on it. It seems every time I wake up, it's time for office. Go die. Delhi. Hmph.