If this is how, it ends

Exhausted
Of all the thrashing around,
I rest
Seems much quieter now,
Just the sound of a slow death.

They pull my body out,
Drag it to the shore,
Puzzled to see..
A smile at the corner of my lips
And water forming strange patterns
On the contented face.

Was my death atleast, poetic?

Bach, you bluffed me!

Standing alone on the shore, I think of how you've been a part of me since you took shape in that midnight dream that left me shaking at dawn, how you grew up on me since that day, how you conjured that smile on my face everytime i frowned. I did not even need you to hold me tight when i was tense, just the thought of you beside in some parallel universe calmed my nerves.
I was ready to live out the infinite lives, until now.

Amputation

You think I'm foolishly letting my wings get slashed,
You dont realise that they weren't enough;
Enough to reach the heights I dreamt of!
Sure I'm humbled by the loss,
But in the loss lies my only chance to hope..

Tangerine??

Tangerine

You are a beautiful person, in a wistful kind of way. If you could, you would spend all your time daydreaming and writing poetry. You are a tragic beauty.

You are sensitive and caring, and you don't take insults well. You don't smile much, but when you do, you really mean it.

People like to be around you because you are a calming influence. You have an appreciation for all things beautiful, and you probably have some potted plants. You also most likely own a cat.

You like Sundays and hot tea. You will spend your entire life yearning for quiet beauty, which is a rarity in this world, so you read a lot.

Everyone you know thinks you're "nice."

Take the Which Led Zeppelin Song Are You? Quiz

Goodbye my friend...

I lay on my bed typing while you pack your bags in the next room and I’m still not able to believe that you’ll be gone. Three years… seems like an awfully long time.
Remember the morning we landed here? Our first coffee in Barista, Our first walk in Banjara hills, Himalayas, Central, Odyssey, Prasads, PVR… I never dreaded that there’ll be a full stop to that life, just seemed to last forever.

Tears well up as I try to think about the times we had together, Is it because you won’t be there? Because there’ll be none to listen to all the crap I say without judging me, there’ll be none to drag me to barista and pep me up after I flunk yet another stupid exam, there’ll be none to stay quiet when I’m in a sour mood, there’ll be none who can be as thoughtful as you..

We’ve seen so many leave hyd, carrying along some share of the fun we had,
To think that, in a few days you will too,
I’ll miss you subbu, very terribly…

Just the way you like..

There were no clouds that evening, stars shining bright,
Just the way you like,
You told me when i told how i love the stormy sky.

I would stare at you sleeping tight, plant a kiss on your lips,
Just the way you like,
You told me when i kissed your cheek.

For that drive, I wore the blue gown with the earing you bought me,
Just the way you like,
You told me when i wore my favourite grey.

When i lay down at the end of day,
I would tell myself that soon you'll be gone,
And I'll return to my very old self,
Enjoying stormy skies and wearing greys ..

But now you leave,
taking with you all I had for myself..
Now stormy skies only make me long for the stars that you so loved,
And the greys are hardly appealing.

The past..

I’ve been measuring life at the end of every day since sometime; days and months are rolling away without anything to look forward to… No extraordinary hopes and no expectations. I feel I’ve lost the drive somewhere along the way slogging nights off at work, watching the 10 episodes of friends that I have on my machine a hundred times over.
These months have been trying, personally and professionally… there has been much introspection, at whose end I’ve been rating myself way below where I thought I stood. Too many problems at hand, I find it convenient to shelve them away in a corner and walk around as if they never exist, trying to fool people around that I’m the very same though I know I’m only fooling myself.
There’s been hardly any inspiration to write. Haughty dreams and words that follow seem to be humbled down by reality. Been pushing myself to write, since it’s been a relief quite a lot of times but things just didn’t work right.
I was walking home when I spotted Venus blinking in the lonely sky. It brought back a rush of memories, of home, of college, of the friends I’ve lost. There, I 'm drowning in despair again…