Showing posts with label Romantic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romantic. Show all posts

03 October 2025

Innocent Love

When love is still
A fresh paint out of 
Coloring books.
The idea of it being 
In a place beyond 
Good or bad--

It's actual butterflies.
Light legs, dance 
Moves and radio 
Playing your favourite 
Songs--

You couldn't even
Say her name aloud,
Thinking whatever 
You felt was sacred,
And it needs to be
Preserved--

A dreamy prince riding
A horse and a princess 
Waiting for him in
A glass castle--

The clouds gather,
It rains, and you're 
Stupid enough to 
Believe coincidences
And you actually smile.

Then, adulthood 
Eats innocence.
Your fantasies leak
From the gaps in
Time that's not 
Relative.

You dare say, love
Is not unconditional 
One day, thinking-
The realisation is a
Pumped up achievement--

But you'll not be
Knowing it just yet-
About how you 
Killed in yourself,
A child.

26 September 2025

Spells and Jinx

The petals blooming 
Out of thorns.
Fragrance beneath 
Those cement walls.

I've seen you mumble 
Hymns of love,
Behind the face of 
Your anger.

You're tough, 
You're soft.
A mountain that can
Protect a flicker-

And a flame that can 
Be fire to tame a
Mountain's rage.

And because I want
To be grounded
In your pragmatism 
And float away in 
Your reveries-

Here, have a rose.
And my heart,
And many reasons-

A snowflake to be
Molten your palms.
A dew drop wanting 
To be liberated by 
Your feet-

I'm a Muggle in awe
Of your spells.
Jinx me more,
I'm happy to be a
Subject of your magic.

24 August 2025

Cupcakes

As I try to look her
In the eyes.
My shame repeatedly 
Breaking into a laughter.

Looking away.
Trying to look again.
Slowly getting used to
The depth of her gaze.

She smiles.

I look away and 
Come again with only 
A thought in my mind-
How to kiss her today.

My desire peeks in 
And out. Passion 
Knits rationality with
Love.

I ask her to lean to 
Whisper a secret.
But only dare to kiss
Her on the forehead.

She sits back and
Smiles wide.
She knows only so
Much can be done in
The restaurant.

The rest of the time 
That was left,
I lace my longing 
In the cupcakes she 
Brought.

Piece by piece I place
It between her lips
While I look her in 
The eye. 
My gaze steady--

Each bite
A hidden kiss,
A held breath,
A promise left unsaid.

And when the last piece 
Melt on her tongue.
There was no shame
Left. Only the comfort 
Of being known.

She understood 
A poet’s heart—
That sometimes love is 
Best served in 
Metaphors.

And birthdays are 
Sweetest when the gift 
Is simply accepting 
The love as it's offered.

Like this one was.

22 August 2025

Waiting for you

And while I wait for you,
Wait to hear your voice.
Wait to have that one
Real glance -

I see the second-hand
On my watch turn into 
A knife,
Each tick is a slash.

Fatigue sets in.
My anger simmers.
I question your intentions 
And almost edge my
Longing into disgust.

But I wait.
I sit here gulping pain
And nursing my wounds 
With your thoughts.

And as you make your 
Steady appearance,
The flowers that bloom
Here, 
Ward off my misery.

Life seems sorted 
Thereafter.
Earth stands healed.
And I become the 
Same fool again.

04 August 2025

Butterflies

These butterflies in 
My stomach that
Whisper your name.

They tickle my fancy,
They colour my
World in new shades.

They get to head,
Go to the heart and 
Don't let me sleep.

I seek lullabies of
Of your lips in the dead
Of the night and 

You appear like a
Holy voice that 
Wash away my sins.

That's how you sing
Me to sleep these
Days.

And in half-dreams
I slip in better realms.
Only to wake up
Rinsed in starlight..

The butterflies again
And your name.
You're the enchantress 
Who has stolen me 
Away.

29 July 2025

Intent to Preserve your Gaze

I've stolen your gaze,
And I intend to 
Preserve it.

I've wrapped it in my 
Favourite songs.
Soaked it in the fragrance 
Of the flowers I've 
Adored.

I intend to nurse it 
With my nostalgia and 
Nourish it with the presage 
Of great time that's 
Ahead.

Ohh! How I wish to be
Seen by your eyes
Again and again.
How I want my name 
To be uttered along
With yours.

How I want be stolen,
Intoxicated and 
Drowned in your depths.
And if only, redemption
Didn't lie in this yearning-

How I wouldn't even 
Dare fall for you--

But I do. I do. I do.

24 June 2025

First Day

If I were in the first 
Year of college today.
On the first day and 
In the first class-

Among the band of
Those lean girls with 
Deep eyes..
You would be there
Too-- soft cheeks
And a bright smile.

Not hesitating to
Laugh gracefully with
Those feeble lips.
Not at all bothering 
To mark my humble 
Presence-

Casually playing 
With the strands of 
Your hair to cook
Guys like me..
Who would still be 
Thinking, infatuation 
Is a crime.

Maybe I would slip
Into a whirlpool of 
Fantasy to fall for you 
Eventually, and never 
Conjure up any courage 
To confess about the 
Ocean I carry.

And maybe after 
Brooding for over 
Four years-
On the last day of
College, in the
Farewell Program-

I would gather just 
Enough voice to ask for
A pic with you and
My wingman would 
Mess with the camera..

And your persona in
The blue saree would 
Forever go fading in 
Memory for years or 
Perhaps for decades.

31 May 2025

When I Can't Fall in Love

When I saw you 
Yesterday, standing 
Outside the metro.

The sky didn't melt.
Earth didn't shake.
It didn't rain.

And as we walked,
As I tried to catch 
Your glance-

My stomach didn't 
Conjure any butterflies.
Or my head didn't sink
In imagination of a
Rainbow laden sky.

Blood didn't rush
To my veins, bones
Or to the one that 
Erects.

I wonder if this isn't 
Love. I wonder if 
This longing isn't 
Enough.

I've deliberately 
Dug up my fantasies 
To plant my desire-
But nothing has 
Bloomed yet.

It feels weird to not
Fall for you.

These bones of Iron
And muscles of steel
And the sparks that
Fall short in the nerves
Ask only one thing-

What's worse?
Digging up love when
There isn't or unable 
To feel its presence 
When it's abundant.

29 May 2025

Delulu

This wind that 
Must be passing 
Through her loose 
Hair..

The stream that 
Must have flowed
After caressing her
Gentle feet..

This feeling of 
Breathing under the 
Same sky as her.
Feeling constantly 
Her whispers in my 
Ears-

I paint her with my
Fascination in the 
Eye of my mind.
I adorn her with 
Stardust in my heart.

The artist I wanna 
Become, what a 
Feast, she is to my 
Rose-scented desires.

Lost in the maze 
Of swirling starlight.
Dumb struck and 
Humble..
Ohh! How astray 
I am on my own 
Definitive paths. 

I know the birds 
In the sky, give no 
Damn about me but 
How good it feels to
Say to myself-

They might be 
Carrying the songs
She has sung,
Why else would they 
Chirp so good in
A place where I
Happily reside?

Fading

There's a memory of 
You and me.
Sitting by a lake.
Stream of water 
Flowing through our
Feet and you talking 
About an exotic fish.

I try to hold on to it.
I paint it daily in the 
Canvas of my mind.
Attend to details,
Fine-tune it to the way
It's supposed to look.

It's been a decade
With this carpentry 
And for the first time 
Now. This morning I've 
Forgotten your face. 

The shape of your 
Nose has faded out
Of my fancy.
Glint of your eyes 
Has disappeared in
The hiccups in my
Longing.

The tone of your
Voice seems to have
Embraced a void 
And your fragrance 
Has stopped triggering 
The saudede in that
Place beyond.

I try to hold onto your
Your silhouette at least.
Try to fill you in from
The archives.
But another year passes 
By and I find myself 
Painting the lake bland 
With me alone looking 
Vacantly in the distance.

Maybe I'm with thoughts 
Of that exotic fish
You talked about.
Not knowing you faded
Away mid-sentence-
Still too eager hear the
Next thing you'd want
To say. But there's 
Silence and silence 
And silence..

29 March 2025

Refusal

I refuse to look you in
The eye. I refuse to 
Let my feelings run wild.

Your slender hands and
Gleaming face.
Tiny feet and the way you
Sway when you walk...

I refuse to conjure the
Moon. I refuse to 
Soak my fantasies in 
The blue sky.

I like listening to you.
I like talking to you...

But somehow I refuse
To use the other four
Lettered word for the 
Things I adore in you.

Don't know why falling 
In love with you feels
Like a crime.

Don't know why I think 
Your name would hesitate 
To sit beside mine.

I don't know what 
Holds me back. 
Believe me I've even 
Deliberately tried.

My hesitation to answer 
The question you're.
The mystery you've become 
That I refuse to solve..

Thrusting words to this
Feeling feels like a crime.
Yet you fleet in every 
Act of mine.

I refuse to look you in
The eye. I refuse to 
Let my feelings run wild.

13 March 2025

Next Frame

Right here, this moment.
Under the yellow light.
While chills of December 
Teases our passion..

What would you wanna
Remember from this
Passing time?

The rustle of leaves 
Against passing traffic.
The elasticity of desire
Across our eyes.

The door of my house
That wants to open and 
A hot cup of coffee that 
Wants to be brewed to 
Host you once.

What should we do with 
This hesitant longing 
That makes us stand 
Below my apartment?

If someone should take
A photograph of us now.
You in red chudi and 
Me in yellow-T and jeans..

Years later, if someone 
Should See it and wonder,
Where the next frame
Went?

What should I say?
We ended up together 
Or just turned into 
Familiar strangers?

17 January 2025

Enchantment

What eyes have cast a bad spell 
On me. I do not know. I stand in front 
Of the mirror often and smile.

What shadows have colored
My beliefs. I do not know.
I question myself often and sigh.

There are doodles in the
Last pages of the notebook.
There's a name dancing on my lips-

I don't want to say aloud.
Fresh bloom of roses in my garden.
The lilies are open for an affair.

What witch has unleashed her
Enchanted cats on me,
My head full of rats is on riot.

The resistance inside asks if
It can bell the cat and I almost budge
To the onslaught of demands but

Something tells me to loosen up
A bit. I do not know what makes
Me go crazy these days-

Just wanna throw my hands
In air and artlessly dance.

16 January 2025

Wish we could be friends again

Before I saw rainbows
In your eyes and 
Bloom of roses in 
My heart.

There was an island 
Where we could casually 
Talk, laugh, cuss and
Gossip.

There wasn't anything 
Special about the things 
You did.

Not receiving a call for
Weeks wasn't an issue.
Even talking to you
For hours didn't build up
Any expectations.

Then a fantasy grew.
Things changed.
Our island got infested  
By butterflies.

And when you ask why 
Can't we be friends..
I don't know what to say.

The dangle of earrings, 
Carve of your lips.
God! How your smile is
Enchanting these days..

I wish I can ignore 
The strands of your hair 
Caressing your cheeks.

I wish your persona
In the black attire 
Doesn't hamper my
Heartbeat..

If you can tell me
Convincingly why the 
Hell we can't be a thing..

I'll tell you exactly why
Can't we be friends 
Again.

Till then adios my
To be or not to be 
Friend/lover with an L.

13 January 2025

Men In Love

I don't want this night to 
End. I don't want this 
Conversation to run out
Of steam.

The moonlight reflecting 
From your eyes and
The enchantment your
Lips have cast..

There's something about 
Today's sky. 
Something about you in 
This cold-stricken passage 
Of time.

The sways of your hair 
Against your cheeks.
My heart playing tricks 
With my senses..

It's hard to express.

Your persona building a
Nest in me like you're a 
Sparrow and my yearning 
Finding excuses to make
You origami crafts.

Damn this feeling.

Why would anyone 
Stereotype men as 
Strong and haughty?
They clearly haven't seen 
A guy fall in love. 

Smooth like fragrance.
So soft, even a thousand 
Feathers can't match 
The caress.

A man falling in love is
Like a little girl's dream
Translating on her face 
When she's asleep.

You gotta be careful 
To capture it.
It's a momentary lapse
Of reason. 

A little rush and 
He'd be conscious.. 
And you may never see 
That blush again.

Well, till maybe when 
He'd be blessed with a 
Daughter in some 
Imaginary future.

16 December 2024

'S'

This urge to capture 
Her pics. This urge to 
Scream her name.

The butterflies in the 
Stomach that want to 
Manifest but don't want to 
Make anything obvious-

There's pic of an old man
Walking away in my gallery.
And of a wrapper of 
Cadbury dairy milk.

A leaf of mango and 
A discarded pen I found 
When I was walking her
To the library.

This urge to scribble 
Her name in the last page,
But it goes only till 'S' to 
To become something else.

I realize. These pics are 
The moments I steal as 
Souvenirs around my 
Feelings for her.

Random, hopeless and
Not so loud pics- 
An attempt to hide my 
Longing, even from myself.

Yet this urge to preserve 
Her presence-
The 'S' that became 
'Seagull' in my pen name.

The unsung part is the 'P.S'
That hides the things
My backspace couldn't.

23 November 2024

First Date

We had so many things
In common.
Cup cakes over any other.
Bike over cars. 

Ice cream after tea in
The winters and long
Unplanned walks than
Waiting for buses.

We hit it off well, 
That evening.

"Lunch Box" over any
Other movie.
Periwinkles anyday than
Daisies.

We sat for long, 
Discussing how marriages 
Are scams and where all 
One can travel with all 
The saved money.

We decided to meet
Again after a year,
In the same place if
Things work out.

I was almost leaving,
Disappointed.
Then you appeared on
A bike suddenly asking 

How about Ice-cream 
After tea? And I said
To Ma that night,
Bahu mil gayi.

21 November 2024

Hiraeth

At the edge of the world,
The house we built when
We were on good terms.

I stopped there for a while 
When I was passing by tonight.
A dinner table in the hall,

Two tea-cups that aren't 
Empty. Bindi on the mirror,
An arm length wreath of 

Jasmine that wants to find
Solace in your braids.

The small geoid marked 
With places we wished to go.
It still rotates.

The door is forever open
And the doormat still flaunts 
'Welcome' in colours.

The kid of our fancy calls 
Your name and I haven't 
Lied to her yet.

"Mom has gone shopping"
I repeatedly say and 
Believing my words, 

She goes on playing in 
My head.

11 November 2024

I want to

I want to let out a
Warm sigh on your neck
While I play with
The strands of your hair.

I want to stay buried in
Your touch while you
Complain about your day
At work.

I want to recite to you a
Romantic poem written
By a rogue poet to

Tell you how I wish to write
Something that great
But unable to pen down.

All I want is, to trace
Back every romantic
Thought of mine to your
Presence. Or absence.

Might sound like a bogus
Fantasy of a hopeless poet.
Come to me once, 
I'll show you-

How the warmth of
My thoughts, 
Down your creases,
Can make you melt.

Shower of my passion 
To invoke a desire 
Can make you wet.

19 October 2024

Turned Tables

When they lost their language.
Unable to smile at each other.
Unable to pick up signs.

Silence that howled around
Like fragrance. It grew hooks
To pierce their skin.

So they stood at the end of
A road with a doused lamp,
With nowhere to go.

Somewhere down the line,
They knew they had to
Inevitably end in each other.

So they decided to write poems
To each other to open a new
Tunnel of communication.

He says "You shall be condemned
To the shackles of moonlight"
Instead of fuck you.

"I dare you to fetch rose water
So I can drown you in my solitude"
She screams instead of

Giving him a fuck you too.