Miss Me?

Our eyes met and I fled

You pursued but I left                                                                                                             

I ran to my room and shed a few tears 

For a few days, which turned into months and then years                                                                        

Today,

I miss how my clothes used to smell like you  

I miss those sweet kisses you blew                                                   

I miss how we ended each conversation with “love yous”

I miss you holding my hand while we  crossed the roads  

I miss your leaning for a secret kiss in the auto

I miss your “call me back when you reach your room” 

I miss calling you up at random hours  

And I miss waking up to your random texts

I miss being yours and you being mine  

I miss being happy 

But most of all

I miss you.

Sunshine and Hurricane

The other day, while I was traveling by train,

There was this girl by the window. 

The melancholy on her face, so full of pain.

I wondered what could have gone so wrong to bring so much of sorrow.

Beside me were two little kids of a young mother

Waving at cattle with a look of awe and wonder

They jumped and laughed and were having the time of their life

The poor mother had her hands full and a huge smile.

The girl by the window looked out at the plains

At the empty roads and railway tracks that passed by.

And occasionally she would raise her eyes.

But avert them as soon as she met my sight.

The kids meanwhile made a raucous 

They started this new game of circus

Though the game was less of fun and more of fight 

They still won hearts and spread delight.

The girl started fiddling with her phone

And her fingers stopped all at once. 

She was gazing. Having a long look

And was that a smile or were those the sunrays crisscrossing across her face?

But then her eyes welled up

I saw the perfect teardrop

Quickly I looked away

Lest that poor girl felt embarrassed.

A hurricane unfurled inside the girl

While the little chubbies were balls of pure love 

And I wondered just then

Is this what they call sunshine mixed with a little hurricane? 

Are you Really You?

When you take a walk on your memory lane
Do you see yourself as a changed person?
Do you still dance in your underpants and sing along?
Do you still cry with Meredith and love with Ross?
And what about those childhood friends
With whom you shared multiple friendship bands?
Do you wonder where did all that jauntiness go?
Who took away all your favorite memoirs?
Did you achieve everything you dreamt of?
Or are those dreams thrown down the drain and you have come up with new ones?
Are you still living by your principles?
Or have they changed as well with the changing world?
Do you miss the old you?
Are you really you?

She

She sat by the window with a book on her lap

Her eyes were no less than Daedalus' deathly trap

She didn't sigh when a funeral party went by

Nor did she smile when a flock of birds flew across the sky 

She just sat there with a book on her lap. 

 "Girl, you alright?" asked some passers-by

"Never been better ", was her prompt reply 

Her thoughts you couldn't read on her face 

But I knew what went behind that maze. 

 How? You ask. 

'Coz that girl's me if I say 

And you and him and her and everyone else

Who have had their wings cut and their dreams torn 

And the rebel in them nipped even before its born 

And so there she sat, all by herself 

Lost in thoughts of could-have-beens and should-have-beens 

Smiles and sighs forgotten 

She just sat there, with a book on her lap.

Fifth of September

Today, the fifth of September, is Teacher's Day
And while I wondered how to wish and what to write
Those good old text messages seemed too clichéd
So, here I am writing you a poem
To let you know how grateful I am
For having faith in me when I didn't
For helping me out in every phase
I can't thank you enough for all that time and effort
You invested to make sure I learned
Not only just Physics, Chemistry and Maths
But all those important life lessons I still hold close to my heart
I hope that this little homage of mine
Finds you with a big huge smile
Happy Teacher's Day, Sir!!!!

Will you Regret Me?

When the night comes, and you are still awake questioning every life decision you ever made, will you regret me?
When you are all by yourself, no one to talk to, but browsing your contacts, will your fingers stop swiping, when my name comes up?
And when after 20 years, if you see me on some crosswalk, will you stop and say hello, or just walk by avoiding my gaze?