Diary of an A-League Girl

Day 1-

Ah! he pines away the night,

while I, his thoughts,

stay impervious to him, in my world.

As neutral to him,

as neutral can be.

Amused at his love -

so unrewarding and hopeless.

Sympathetic....

Sympathetic - nothing else.

Day 20-

He looks at me funnily,

longing dripping off his eyes.

I pretend not to see him,

his face, his sad drooping eyes.

Poor soul,

so hopeless and waste-

Why dream of stars

you know, you'll never get!

Day 101-

And he never looked at me,

whole day,

I passed by him thrice.

The hypocrite -

he had promised to love me

all his life.

Any way, it doesn't matter

I am way beyond his league!

Day 120-

Hey, its a month now

and he didn't look at me -

not one day.

I know it for a fact coz

I was looking at him

all these days!

What does he think of him, that moron,

the vile, wretched man.

So, suddenly his love is over?

that lying, ass of a man.

Its good, I could see through him

didn't fall for any of his lies.

What do I care?

Oh no, I don't.

He is just a dumbass,

vile, wretched man.

a drunk man

Dedicated to one of my drunk friend at a certain drunken night.

And the night

he gulped a bottle down,

the galleries trembled

at his madness.

the stairways swayed with him.

His rocking motion,

to and fro.

No mortal soul dare come near him-

No man, no dog

and not even a fly.

The moon hid back in terror,

even stars trembled at his sight.

The night he gulped the bottle down

he looked a man possessed -

exorcists were called.

the saddest love story

It was the saddest of them all-

the stories of love

that ever were writ,

except she never once had said

Oh dear, I love you.

A day of love

My love - one day long,

One day of madness,

One day of song.

With crack of the dawn

and parting of the stars,

there goes my love too -

Long Live the Scars.

Glowing like a hot neon light

I had been to Kolkata this summer. It is a product of that fine trip.

I had come to her,

from far,

and a long time too.

Her eyes were burning with passion.

The spirit was aroused, inflamed

and she stood there blindling,

glowing like a hot neon light.

The gloss of the night was hers,

as was the glamour

and she stood there illuminating

a thousand passers-by.

Moonlight faded in her presence

and night took heart from her soul

as She stood there bewitching,

a world ensnared by ghosts.

The honey kept dropping from heaven,

the fireflies coming up to light...

Somehow something in me had turned -

though I kept looking afar.

You

And You

in my solitude,

my thoughts for nights at stretch.

Yes You,

in company,

where all I see is you.

Just You,

in frolic

but all I think is you.

And You,

in tears,

the tears making dew.

A love that lasts?

I will bring you a rose everyday

for years.

one day, your face will wear down

and will have lines on them

unlike the rose.

But will I go away from you that day?

Not at all,

I will be old too

and you will be all I will ever want.

I will walk with you

to the garden every evening

and one day,

our love will not be fresh as it is today.

You will not giggle at every word I say,

I will not turn my head every few seconds

to see your radiant face

but our love will have grown,

ripened with age like wine

and i know I will love you more

than I will ever have before.

The tiger and me

I met it in the vast greens

just beside the dark of the jungle.

It was crouching –

Its striped soul shining

against the dazzling sunlight.

The tall grasses

hid its tales of terror,

the sharp fangs and even sharper claws.

It was crouching,

moving, crouching again.

Closing onto its hapless prey

who looked about with timid eyes.

One leap would have ended it all –

One step from freedom,

One step from God.

The canines flashed

and claws shone into its eyes.

Just one stop from heaven,

Just one step from God.

My guns bammed first

and bullets found shelter in its heart.

With flashing eyes the tyrant looked

and limped at me unarmed.

In that raining sunlight,

with its blood stained coat,

and it fell thud to ground.

That night, we celebrated –

with chicken and lamb chops

and after countless retellings of the story

I was born a Demi-God.

The saviour of men

The hero of the land.

But deep within me

a little something was wrong –

In my plate was the same lamb

I had saved from those cruel claws.

And my eyes drift to you

Why do my eyes drift to you

ever so often?

When i am full at head

and worries bother me night and day.

I have not, but,  a second to spare

- and my thoughts drift to you.

My worries are gone,

all troubles lost.

If only for that second,

I feel opiumed,

flying, till my senses come around.

You are there - 

but not for me.

The bridge between 

is long lost.

I come back to my real world

with my worries and all.

The moment of bliss is gone -  

not to be back, ever,

or may be until i drift back again.

Guilty Confession

Smiling, she asked,

"Who is that you write poems for?

Who is this girl so firm in your thoughts?"

I stuttered and stammered 

and fumbled with words.

" It is you. It is you."

I couldn't tell her.

Disappointed she went,

(Or is it just what my

 imagination makes me think?)

But disappointed indeed was I -

for I couldn't tell her.