Was given these words by a friend, sometimes that is all we have..


Middle Ground

And there you were, somewhere between reality and dreams,

Where the lines blur and the sea meets the sky,

An ethereal blue, all around, for as far as the eyes can see.


We fell in love, somewhere between midnight and morning,

Most of what we had, oscillated like a pendulum,

Taking in its wake the full spectrum of feelings.


Either we were word pairs or the pieces of an incomplete puzzle,

Middle ground never existed,

Now here you are, once again.


I don’t know what to term you,

Love or like? Friends or lovers?

For the longest time I decided to not name you,

Back into familiar warm corners.


Beyond being branded into boxes,

Like torrential rains during summer,

Confusing meteorologists, labels and conventions, all alike.


Visible mess,

Infallible guess,

Incomplete address,




We, those whom the world accuses of feeling the full brunt of emotions,

Sentimental fools, they mock and laugh.

We, who take the world to be our competition,

Fight. Gnarl. Fall. Break. Still stand and try to last, yet another day.

We, want to ace at what we do, nothing appeases us like work done well,

Take every rejection to heart, an extra hour’s effort for every stone hurled.

We, who as much fall, rise in love,

Our hearts are our impenetrable fortress, our bodies, we might give away easy.

We, don’t crave for easy, comfortable or simple,

To burn our fingers in the fire of passion, make you claim each part of our being.

We, stand by every word and every tear, no hurt, no smile goes unaccounted,

Once in love always in love, yet our faces mask what we feel.

We, hold not much for your riches, nor for the beauty of your skin,

Instead long for the sparks of brilliance in your eyes, words you speak, your thoughts.

We, for whom no wait is too long, no desire, too strong,

But sometimes we need just another wild one, to run with the wolves.

A handful of sunsets

Curtains close, last call, dwindling crowds,

A dipping sun at the end of the day takes count,

Number of hearts broken, smiles stolen, dreams frozen.

We settle scores, sometimes with paper, others, with ourselves.

As we flip through the pages of life,

Some chapters close, characters exit, doors shut.

They say it takes 7 years to replace every cell in your body,

As I stare into the mirror, I still find your fingertips on my skin, its faint impression,

A long sigh, trapped and lost when you bury your head and kiss the birthmark above my collarbone.

I take a part of you, of whatever remains in my heart,

Through cities, people, crowded trains, sun kissed seas, abandoned park benches.

Wondering if there can ever be an end to you, to what you mean, to who I am when I’m with you,

I’m here, still in search of my own sunset.