Cold Goodbye

Sometimes the kindest 

thing is a cold goodbye.

No trembling voice.

No rehearsed compassion.

Just a clean cut

that doesn’t pretend

to heal.

You leave without 

nostalgia.

You leave without the 

fancy of a 'what if'.

No strings.

No soft corners.

No memories left to

polish later into 

tender reminiscing.

Raw, unflattering wounds.

The bruises that cannot 

be romanticized.

The kind that makes 

you cringe when their 

name surfaces.

A disgust that protects.

An embarrassment 

that pushes you ahead.

A decay that doesn't 

grow back-

A dirty breakup is 

A strange mercy.

Ohh that freedom 

that comes when 

even longing gives up-

Insects gone for good 

from the den of head.

Ohh when the definition 

of empty cages come 

closer to peace,

The feelings you kill

becomes an act of 

self-love.

Unloving Demands Blood

Falling for her
Would have needed
No reason,
Her smile was enough.

Like the slide of knife
On butter.
Slip of tongue as
You stutter.
Love pretty much
Is a work of gravity. 

But un-loving..
Demands blood.
A work of iron with
Deliberate thumps.

You may have to
Chop your tongue,
Vomit your guts.
Stab your heart to
Suppress thoughts.

Kill your mind
With sanity,
Slap your fantasies
With a purpose,
To hold onto reality.

Nights become a
Graveyard and of
Obsolete souvenirs,
You become a dump-yard.

Un-loving is like
Digging a well
In the desert to
Forget thirst..
Heat takes a toll later.
But hope will
Kill you first.

All Over Again!

Distant memory,

Of a faded face.

Left to be forgotten

In an abandoned

Place.

Each trace that

Was etched is

Done with.

Every scar is

Masked and

Left to be choked.

All half baked

Stories thrown 

To the embers.

Unwritten songs

Fed to the 

Cold wolves.

Each memory

Rubbed off with

Lemon and salt.

Washed clean in

The sea that was

Vast.

But salt water is

A good preservative

They say.

Maybe that's why

She's all over,

Again!

Forgetting

Each day..

What remains

Of her fades,

A little.

Sometimes 

Her hair.

Sometimes,

How she looked

In a winter wear.

Yesterday day,

It was her 

Second base.

Day before,

Her her curves

Of a flower vase.

Today, I forgot

Her name.

Now,

Only a half

Painted face

Remains in the

Game. 

Of which

I hardly care.

Few more days,

Done and dusted,

She'll be nowhere.

Forgetting

Someone is an

Emotion so rare.

Self love is 

Important,

Buddy, you too, 

Take care.

Way Back

Last night's

Hangover is

Hard to pass.

I can hardly

Make it to the 

First class.

Ain't a good

Student I once was.

She left,

Now I'm an

Empty bottle

Of glass.

Days are

Tough,

Nights are 

Rough.

In exam halls

I often hit a

Duck.

Ran out of luck,

Life's a

Absolute fuck.

This habit is

Hard to check.

Just behind

The rack,

There's another

Bottle of

Daniels Jack,

Enough for today,

To find a

Way back. 

Phoenix

Each day, 

I make your 

Effigies. 

And

Burn them

By night.

From the 

Ashes,

You're born 

Again,

By dawn.

...

Phoenix is 

A bird that's 

Born out of 

Love.

And burnt

In loss.

About the 

Prison

It cycles in,

It doesn't 

Know at all.

...

I think

That's how

I'm losing 

Each day...

Hope in 

A prison,

Is not good 

After all.

..

A Warm Goodbye

We're not on 

Good terms.

I know.

The longing

Is gone.

Glittery fantasies

Are worn off.

There's just

Indifference.

Haughty sarcastic

Taunts and

Lot of blame.

The castle

We had built,

Is grounded.

And

Brick by brick.

We have 

Managed to

Find a place

In its ruins. 

But can I ask

You something?

Beg for a 

Favour?

Can we love

Properly for

Another week?

Can we relive

Some moments,

Again?...

Just for the 

Sake of it.

Let's giggle

And cry.

Take the 

Mountains to

Breath and sigh. 

Allow me to

Smell you.

Play with your

Hair and

Just for a night,

Let's become

Vulnerable and

Drown in each 

Other. 

Take me to

Your favourite

Temple.

I'll believe in

God for a day

And pray.

Let the fresh

Smell of coffee

Pass past our

Senses.

And an elated 

State make us

Compulsive.

Darling...

Let's not fade

Away like

Strangers.

Let the parting

Not stink with

Apathy.

Let's undo

This properly.

On a weekend,

Let's sit around.

Layer by layer.

Let's wear this off.

When we've

Enough memories

To fuel 

A campfire.

Rather than

Letting our

Bare souls,

Forget each other

Out of cold

Indifference.

My love..

Let's hate.

Let's fight.

Let's get dirty..

And kiss a

Good bye..

On a

Warm note.

A wait. A hope.

Waiting for you.

It's been so long.

That,

All the perception

Is gone and

Torn bits of what

You felt like 

Remains.

I try to recall

Your name but

I can't. And

Each time I fail,

I come up with

New ones. 

Sometimes,

Starts with D

And ends with I.

Or it lingers 

Between S and A.

I don't know. 

Doesn't matter

Matter I guess.

Like,

A lazy evening.

A mellow sunrise.

A fading melody,

A fleeting cloud.

I remember you,

Like I've forgotten

You forever.

I feel you like,

A steady peck

On my neck. 

Slow brush on

My hair.

A comforting

Caress and

Maybe lots of

Hugs.

And sometimes,

It feels like

You aren't really 

Gone.

Lurking secretly,

You're there always.

But I pass that

Thought.

There's a pleasure

In giving you 

Names.

Wrapping you in

Metaphors.

Slice you, bite you,

And totally savour

Every side of you.

It's like the 

Transience has

Faded and you've

Become an 

Immortal idea.

A fantasy.

A memory.

A worthy wait.

I'm the Bitch

One day..

I'll be lonely enough.

All my insecurities

Will rush.

The summer heat

Will eat my sleep.

And my thoughts

Will screech helplessly.

Maybe then 

I'll remember you.

To be saved,

Probably, I'll call you.

But then, I realize

You'd be far away.

The way I'd pushed,

You're long gone. 

I'll try to swallow,

Everything again.

Karma isn't a bitch,

But you know who is.

I know who is.

Moving on

The song on loop

Can't hurt me.

A stale thought,

Doesn't dare to

Become a poem.

Evenings affect

Me no more, nor

The long nights

That brooded

Over my sleep.

Ain't no taker of

Melancholia.

Pain is just a 

Perception.

Feelings, a pinch

Of euphoria.

Stark reality has

Take over me.

Looks like, 

Everything fits in 

A bracket now.

Black and white.

Right and wrong. 

And to hell with

What's in-between. 

Purposeless

Scars don't itch.

No fresh wounds 

To lookout for.

Looks like I've 

Forgotten it all.

I'm all healed and

Life's never been

This purposeless. 

Again!

A mundane thought

Has stretched itself

Into a poem.

A part of me has

Grown wings and

Has set itself aflight.

To settle myself

With a sad song.

The clock has reset.

And 

She's all over.

Again! 

Departure

We shouldn't have 

Left each olike this.

Your bare smile

Could have been

Bit more wild and 

Our parting eyes

Bit more lit.

I wish the journey

Was not this short.

And the story that 

Was brewing, 

A bit more long.

There were things

Yet to be found.

Roads to be taken,

And few verses 

Penned down together.

But departures are 

Supposed to be 

Like this I guess.

A poker face,

Smirk in the eyes,

An adrift yearning,

And a disguised

Indifference.

Cyclic Psyche

How many times
Have I not said to myself
'It doesn't matter'.
And I've brushed away
Your memories?
The songs I've skipped .
The pics I've deleted.

To restrain myself from
Not looking at that turn
We had met.
How many times have I not
Died a thousand times?
Taking shortcuts.
Searching new routes.

And I don't know
How many times
Should I have to squeeze
My beat-box, let it lay out
To dry; before I let you go?
To vent a careless sigh
To tell myself, it's over.

I don't know what's
A thing, most hopeless.
But I think, convincing
Yourself a lie when you,
Already know the truth,
Is one of them and
I'm caught up in it.

Time Heals?

Sometimes,
Time is not enough,
To heal the wounds.

You need to
Shed masks or
Wear new ones-

To move on.

Moving on

And somewhere down the
Dump of guilt and regret...
I drained my longing for you.

I had to fight the monster,
You had become in my head,
To break the prison that was 'hope',

On a bitterly cold winter night,
I burned our memories to warm me up. 
I'd to move on.

Heart. You bitch.

With broken promises
you were tied.
Even when you already knew the truth,
With convinced lies
you got twisted.
You were battered, betrayed
and laughed at.

Away from vulnerability,
Though I locked you up.
Yet, when you got that sign.
Heard that silly song.
Breaking all the tethers,
You were afloat. Again.

- Unsung Seagull

Unwilling Wishes

Some footprints are
Too poetic to be washed away.

Such things.
A bulwark against my reasons-
Enticed in me by the grasp of memories,
Bolstered by these unending longings,
Carried forward by songs and
Reminded by the caress of winds.

Sometimes I wish for
An adamant surge come along,
Give some reasons and
Wash all this limerence away.

Yet!
A part of me that's used to them,
keeps asking me,
Still,
You don't wanna miss the poetry.
Do you?

Now She's Gone

Some words and instruments
Are making noise.
Now she's gone,
The music, that's all it is.

Wind just seems like
Ageographic disturbance,
The buoyancy in me,
I've lost.

Sun rise and the sun set,
They behold it's nostalgia.
Seems earth is simply rotating like me.
All for nothing.

Now they stink. The memories.
They're but a decayed past.
Their flamboyance is corroded.
I'm blind.

She was like rain.
Now she's gone, I blurt.
Poems are athirst,
And craving for a sign.

The Unabandoned Wounds

Once I fell for you.
The more I tried to heal,
Deeper these wounds grew.
More I ignored,
More I became concerned.
And more I cared,
They started expanding.

Caught between heart and mind,
A kind of obsession grew.
Prone were my thoughts,
Victim was my freedom.
With my wrecked will,
I was deeply tangled within. And
To revert back, I decided to be still.

About them I didn't care,
Didn't ignore nor tried to heal.
And one morning I was back,
With no obsessions.
Healed were the wounds,
But the scars persist.
Those I could never abandon.

-Jatri