1 year, 2 months and 18 days

I ask him over the phone, “How do I look?” 

One year, two months and eighteen days since he last saw me, and yet he has the same answer 

“You look beautiful”

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Scribbles

If life was a paper
Mine’s been scribbled over,some by me, some by others,
Lend me, please, a blank sheet
Wish to write it again all over.

Scribbled pages,
Speaking of my cheers and rages,
Written emotions, written feelings
Suppressed under a mesh of ink,

Smudged papers,
Smelling of spilled liquor,
Blue and black, mixed together,

Here I am again, trying to mess
With time and tide
Through scribbles, a bit of past trying to hide,
The other bit, trying to recover.

Scribbles covering my eyes,
Mists surround, fog bound is my head,
Waiting for the wind to blow over,
Make me feel clear and sober. 

Diaries full of blue and black, 
Tired of writing all my rants, 
Bins are full from crumbled pages
A smile waiting to be put on, since ages.

I’ve seen enough of black and blue, 
Where have gone the other hues? 
When will I get to see the other colors? 
Even if I do, who’ll paint me again all over? 

~ Words above Swords ~

Reminiscence

​When I’m gone,
Do you promise to remember what the sound of my voice felt like? 
How my fingers slipped into your palm
How your wrist felt my pulse.
Remember the way you smiled
When I inked you in my poetry,
When every word had something to speak of you.
Remember the gleam in my eyes
As they reflected yours, 
How my name echoed with yours.
Remember the way I espied you
A way none else could
With belief more than yours on yourself. 
Remember my warmth, when you’re stranded out cold
Remember every second, when you had my hand to hold. 
When I bid adios, when all of me will fade, Every shade, 
My voice, my image, my essence, 
Do you promise to keep me safe
In your Reminiscence? 

~ Words Above Swords ~

A Change, for the Sake of Bliss

My life’s book I wrote
Filled it with melancholic anecdotes,
But he was the only jubilant chapter
Worth changing my theme for

~ Words Above Swords ~

Writing It with a Gulp

Stuck I was in a conflict
Whether to do or not to.
To fall, I chose, And so I did
off a high and isolated cliff.
The cold hard ground, I was scared to hit
But a glimpse of river made me do it, 
Now as i drown with no breaths out and no breaths in
I wonder how I forgot
I cannot swim…

~Words Above Swords ~

Saviour

A broken twig is all I was
I kept on falling beneath
You turned yourself from green to yellow,
Just to be with me.

For every tear
You had oceans ready
No, not to stop them,
But to save them from me.

You Grew thorns all over
While I was just a blooming bud,
Plucking remains way beyond thinkable
Nobody could even touch.

You knew, darker than your eyes
Had been all my nights,
And so you burned, yet with a smile,
To give me the brightest of lights.

Red you were, and so you bled,
Piece by piece, inch by inch
Just to colour, just to hue
My full of wounds and faded lip.

To heal my scars
You risked stealing stars
To wash away my pain,
Under the sun, you challenged rain.

You gathered feathers and built wings
Whenever my steps seemed to get heavier
A soul full of love and a heart full of thanks
Is all I have to give to you, my beloved Saviour

~ Words Above Swords ~