*Bones in a dress*

There I rest on my throne
No flesh only bone
Oblivious to the world
Staring at the telephone

But Oh! The phone won't ring
It has no news to bring
So alone and quiet
I continue to sing

I sing for him
Who promised to call
But all I can hear
Is the silence in my hall

But oh! I keep forgetting a lot
I'm not in my bed
And it's been years since he's spot
Now I remember, I'm dead !

Oh dear me !
Such a forgetful mess
But what else would you expect
From bones in a dress?


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*Numb*

Sometimes you feel so disconnected from everything that you don't even want to try to connect. You are with your friends, your family, your pet but you feel nothing. There's no trace of emotions. No sign of happiness. No sign of sadness either. You're just numb. Numb to the petty jokes, numb to the nasty comments, numb to the cute 'I love yous' , numb to everything that meant something to you. All you wanna do is cry, loudly, letting everything out but, you can't. You don't want to worry those around you. You don't want to answer their questions. You want to talk but not personally. Because when someone asks what's wrong all that comes out of your mouth is a sigh and your eyes tear up. So.. you write.

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*To the boy in that cafe*


You look at me, sensing my gaze, staring at you.
I avert my eyes, leaving you to wonder what was on my mind.
You try to think of all the possible things that the random girl staring at you could be thinking.
But, what if there were no thoughts at all
What if my mind was as blank as your face right now
What if I was just looking at you to memorize your smile.
To memorize the little creases at the corner of your eyes while you smiled.
To memorize the black strands of your overgrown hair adorning your forehead.
To take in the warm color of your skin.
To see your lips move as you talk.
To go past your spectacles to be able to guage the depth of your dark eyes.
Like a child, just admiring, the soaring airplane, in awe.
Like a bird, chirping its heart out not caring the world listening.
Like a piece of straw, floating on the vast ocean, not caring about reaching the shore.
What if, I tell you I look at you, wishing you knew that you are what courses through my mind, reflecting in my eyes, gushing through my veins, are you.


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*Just like that rose*

Like a rose, holding its petals close to the core, clings to the stem for it knows how cruel the world is.
Tending to its need they'll care, adore and praise.
Once the little bud starts opening up its petals to them, they'll rip it off the branch.
Placing it in a vase, they'll enjoy its fragrance.
Placing it in a bouquet, they'll impress their loved ones.
Placing it on a grave, they'll mourn the gone.
And then, leave it there, to wither away, on its own.
It tries to survive, it sends messages through its wilting petals.
Some pluck the petals away, one after another, deciding whom they love.
Some keep it in their book, and suffocate it to death.
Some crush the petals and make perfumes.
Some throw it away.
But, it never ceases to struggle until its last petal ceases to breathe.
Just like that rose, I will strive to hold on, to my will, letting you enjoy me, making you happy.
Just like that rose, I will always be there to comfort you.
Just like that rose, I will make you smile.
Just like that rose, I will shower you with my fragrance.
And just like that rose, I will live for you until my last petal falls off.

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I walked beside him looking at our feet match the steps. He put his arm around me pulling me closer and I slipped my hand around his waist.
We walked a while, maybe a mile with comfortable silences and warm words.
I woke up then, wishing to be woken up by him instead of a dream.

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I'll live

Sometimes it feels like my world is falling apart and will collapse on me, crushing me with every breath I leave. So I try holding my breath hoping to hold onto life for a little longer.

But, for what?
The world is already coming down.
What do I do holding onto life?
Why don't I just give up the control knowing that giving up control does not necessarily mean I lose but, be free. Not of life but the responsibilities that life burdened me with.

I know I would still live on even after I die. My remains would still be there because somebody's new world would flourish on the ashes of mine.

So I'll live.

In the fragrance of flowers, in the color of leaves, in the gush of wind, in the grains of sand, in the drops of rain, in the flakes of snow.

I'll live.
In the laughter of a child, in the tears of a bride, in the beads of an athlete's sweat, in the melody of someone's guitar.

I'll live.

In an army man's gun.
In the baker's fresh bun.
In a comedian's lame pun.
In a clown having fun.

I'll live.

In somebody's first kiss and the last.
In the present and the past.
In the books and the art.
In now and then.
In paper and pen.

I'll live.
Forever and never.
I'll live.


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Old souls

Sitting at the far end of that cafe I glanced around finding nobody but the empty chairs.
Twenty four chairs and twelve tables I counted. All empty. I found it funny how each table could only sit two people.
Don't groups of friends visit cafes anymore or had this cafe become a spot for people like me?
People like me, who sit alone at their favourite table sipping hot chocolate engrossed in a book.
Who enjoy the peace and calm of being alone.
Who want to shut out the world.
Who want to write their thoughts out.
Who want to enjoy their own company.
Who don't feel at home in their own home.
Who can't make friends because they're different.
They're different for they enjoy one to one conversations.
For they love to sit and talk for three hours straight.
For they read as much as they can and discuss what they read later.
For they love to recite poems and not filmy item numbers.
For they love the soft instrumental music and not rock or pop or jazz.
For they love to paint fantasies.
For they love to get to know you thoroughly and be your friend and not just an accompany you to the mall acquaintance.

The sound of a bell broke me from my spell and I looked up at the door to find a group of nine friends come in.
The old man behind the counter smiled like he hadn't seen such sight in years.
Placing their orders they turned to the tables and froze for a moment before two of them quickly joined four of the tables together and they all sat around them, giggling.
They talked, made jokes, teased each other, laughed and ate to their hearts content.
I couldn't help but notice how even the teasing and jokes emitted the vibes of absolute love that they all had for each other.
I noticed not one of them had taken out their cell phones. That made me smile.

They went away after a while.

Clearing the tables, the old man came to sit across me and smiled at me. He said, " You, young lady, and them, are the same you know that?
You all are ... "

" Old souls " I completed his sentence.

"Old souls of the new generation " he smiled going back to his counter leaving those four tables together as they were.

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