Everything's pretty in a high

Every soul is a little lonely when it is 3 at night.  Everybody leans in after the second glass of wine. Every spirit needs another when nothing goes right.

Everything looks perfect when you take a step back.

But do not convince me of love  in your despair.

Call me up when you're busy at work, kiss me sober when you're not in a hurry, let me be the first one to know you've reached what you've been looking for, take pictures of us, preserve them, frame it to your wall.

Stand closer and look at my flaws.

Do not convince me. Let me know.

Feel

One day you'd be feeling exactly how you make me feel.

And it will be a breathlessness and dilemma, a anxious sigh of relief, a distressed morning, a surrender, a burning memory , a loss of words.

And the feeling would leave you so aghast, you wouldn't be able to decide if I was heaven or hell.

Lost Worlds

It's such a pity you're so forgetful.

It's such a pity I remember it all.

We only treasure scars

One day, you'll wake up and look into the mirror. And you'll see scars. That will remind you of the day you were lonely in a crowd, or the day fell down and no one offered a hand. You'll remember the first time you faced betrayal. You'll recall how insignificant you looked in his eyes. You'll fail to remember the last time you made yourself tea.

But let me tell you this. You don't get scars from happiness.  Don't let the scars delude you into thinking you never smiled. There will be mornings after sleepless nights when you'll feel, this is it.

Come, Sit at the table. Make yourself a cup of tea. Have another. Open  your albums of adventure. Dust the gifts you hid behind your shelves. Trace your fingers downwards from the small of your neck till you reach that spot on your shoulder where you first got a hickey. Take out the dress you wore the day you had that long walk.

When you look into the mirror again, you'll be surprised. 

The Magician in you

You know the secret about magic? It exists as long you believe it can.

And the moment you doubt it, you've chanted the spell. And poof! It's gone
Magic,  isn't it?

Let it stay, for me.

Christmas when you're ready

The dice has been rolled. The coin was tossed. The petals were numbered. The fate has been written the ink is dry.
All you can do now is pray for the odds in misery's shackles. Maybe a saviour is on his way.
Or,  you can catch the coin mid air, pick up the flower for her, pen down and let the rebel in you roar,  give the penny to the hungry and light up the Christmas tree today, because its how you make others feel that counts , its the bread for the hungry that matters, the thought of her lingering with you that stays.
So decorate the Christmas tree, let the room smell of turkey as you dance to
Perry Como's tunes and be  the saviour for today.

Don't lose the dice though. You'll never know which chord chimes the best until the dice starts rolling. 

Why you never turned the doorknob

I wonder which one will get you first,  that disease turning hearts to stone or the shrinking room,  threatening to wilt you down.

And I wonder if you'll ever know, the door was open and I was outside holding my breath with the antidote.

The Edge of a Glass

You danced to the tune,
Surfing smiles on the waves
Counting millions of sparkling dunes.

I was building a ship
That could sail down deep,
Where the words swam in shoals
And the memories crawl.

And I dragged you in
And you followed me keen,
And you lost your breath
And you drowned in faith .
But I just looked for your shoe,
But I just kept losing you,
But I just hurried for light,
But it was murky blue.

And I reached for your hand
In the haze of sand,
But it moved away
In impatient sway
Like the dunes would creep,
Like the crickets leap
And all I could do,  was weep.

So I Praised all the shadows,
And drank with the bee,
Got warm with the pater,
And cried till the eyes, were me.

I was pouring a drink
Carving smiles in a hall
Till the spirit fell over the sink.

They sipped at my heart
And they took back a part,
And gave nonchalant smiles
My cushions soaked in Niles.

And I hid in black
And I fixed the crack
And the melodies left
And my fingers wept,
So i screamed in a jar
So I got on a train
So i tried to get far
It was all in chains.

And i looked for the oak
But it was slaughtered at dawn.
And it made me choke
But she tried to warn;
Then the shadows,  the bee,
The patter and she,
They wrapped me warm, 
Gave a present to me
But i dropped the glass
And in the grass,
There were millions of pieces, of me.

So I Praised all the shadows
And drank with the bee,
Got warm with the pater
And cried till her muses hushed me.

There's a castle in you,
Where you let in a few,
And none of them ever returned.

I tried to get in,
But the gate was pulled up
So i flew on a sin,
And gave you Sea in a cup.

And i picked up my few,
And wrapped a box for you
And put a terrace, a song,
And book, a poetry gone wrong;
But I just couldn't unwind
But I just couldn't find
But It was just a night
But it was shimmery light.

And i hid it out there
But you were always aware
And i faltered around
But you were too spellbound,
And then it dropped to the ground
And the quarrels were crowned
And a purr was all of her i found.

So I Praised all the shadows
And drank with the bee,
Got warm with the pater
And ran with her to the ash tree.

Shipwreck

You could stop wreaking yourself for those imperfections.
You still keep that windy picture a stranger took for you. And you cherish the handmade gifts in clumsy wraps. Those smudges of paint on your wall,  the knitted once oversized sweater that doesn't fit you anymore,  the inept notes of a piano is where your heart lives. You never got rid of that fountain pen even when it stopped writing five years ago. You could let go of the perfect picture but you could never do without that tiny mole on her nose,  the way she stumbles when she walks with you, the painting that she is when her hair is a mess and the Sun is all over her face. You couldn't,  because naive flawlessness never made your muse sing, the precious blurry blotches did.

So in those silent nights when all you feel is a crack in your soul and insignificance rushing in, don't let yourself sink,  for it might seem like you're a shipwreck when you really are the perfect sunrise to someone else.