Question Marks

Can I look into your eyes?
Could I prepare a boat to sail uncharted waters with you
and smile, even as we drown in them?

Can I peer into the other side;
the side you hide behind your soul’s windows,
tainted by things of your past.

Will you open them for me?
Will you reveal your demons to me,
as I try to unlock this door you hide behind?

Can I touch you?
Can I write our story on your skin,
as I talk you to sweet slumber?

Can I feel your heartbeat?
Can we sync it to mine?
And as you slowly kiss me,
Can I look at the sky and thank the divine?

You sat on my bed
the sunlight dancing off your face
as you asked me,
‘Why do you like question marks?’
And I replied,
‘I don’t really know, but I think it’s because I like wonder.’

Can I take a photograph?
And show you how happy you looked when you laughed
as I tickled you that lazy December afternoon,
 despite all the uncertainty we find ourselves shrouded in.

Can I reveal to you,
though it’s as childish as it seems,
that whenever we cross roads together,
I always feel like we’re going on a marvelous adventure,
Some faraway land, an island?
Or maybe the pizzeria next door,
wherever it may be,
I’d go on a thousand adventures with you,
and write them on this coffee stained paper
and sleep with all those memories in my head.
No matter where.

~For the Poets United prompt- Design

The Typewriter

She sits with panache,
looking out the window.
The sunlight peeping in,
through veins in the sky
Crossed legged, in a snug sweater
and coffee in hand,
she blows over the cup.
A lonely typewriter sits on the rosewood table
the scent of antiquity attached to it.
It longs for fingers to run over the keys,
to let flow the black ink,
to tell stories.

She steals a glance at it,
"Come to me, Come,
Write something. Write yourself."

She hides behind her commercialized coffee mug,
with the standard silly coffee table slogans scrawled over it.
"But I can't think of anything to write.
I'm running dry, dry, dry.
I feel empty."

She looks over at the typewriter again,
that old pal, waiting patiently.
"Write about the emptiness.", it whispers.
She walks over, cautiously
Like a curious infant
at the sight of something wondrous.
Gingerly sitting on the chair,
She runs her hand over the keys.
She writes.
No pause.
No interval.
She wrote.
Her dog resting at her feet.
Calm and quiet at the knowledge,
his master is revitalized.
She takes out the finished paper and smells the ink.
"I love you grandmama"
She looks at the typewriter and says, teary eyed.

Note: Writers always have had a seemingly eternal love affair with Typewriters,for some strange yet comforting reason.

I wish you knew (yet another experiment)

She looked at him,
as if he was real
but he was
was a chimera after all?
She tried to touch him
but he was only her imagination
after all?
"Give up"
she said to herself
here I am miles away
wishing he would know
how I feel?
Never felt love before
how can I tell?
to think from the heart
or to bind myself
to the realms of possibility
Pragmatism?
She looked at his vision
as he began to fade away,
she pursed her lips and said
"I wish you knew."

Note: Too many poems with a lot of feelings eh? :P please bear with me :D Hahaha

Verse First ~ Half & Half

The camera sits in his hand,

as it shuts its eye on the wonders

that surround his vicinity

There stands the girl,

standing there like a work of art

it shuts its eye on the beauty

There stands the photographer

looking at her picture wondering

when he'll catch her sight again.

Verse First ~ Writers are Lovers

There she stood,
staring blankly into space,
looking at the mountains,
that lined the empty grassland,
at a distance,
her ebony colored hair,
flying,
as the cool breeze
brought a smile to her berry red lips,
There she sat on the bare rock,
bringing life to it
by her mere presence,
her loveliness spreading an aura
of perpetual happiness,
here I am,
sitting at a distance,
unable to touch her,
only paint her picture,
as I fall hopelessly in love
with the muse who stands at a distance.

{I wrote this poem as an ode to several poets who I admire. This one is about a poet and his muse. )

An experiment

Note: This poem is not exactly very good or perfect. There are a lot of mistakes and stuff, but I wanted to see people's reaction towards it. Kind of like an experiment.When I got the idea for the poem, I just kept on writing and couldn't stop, so yeah the poem may sound a little incoherent or disconnected at places.
 Inamorata is an Italian word, I know, but it felt more appropriate to me to use Inamorata instead of Koibito.

Oh Inamorata

Look yonder

As the moon shies away at your sight

For there are no words to describe your loveliness

As the soft sakura kiss your cheeks

And the women envy your beauty

Why do you cry?

Standing solitary by the koi pond

Teasing the water with your fingers

Your head bowed down with the

Heavy weight of sorrow

With every step you take so gingerly

Your kimono sways like the gentle creek

Don’t cry inamorata

The earth sighs with your every tear

The birds weep as you exhibit fear

Fear what?

The wind carries the hearsay

Across the oceans

Through the deserts

Crossing the forests

Battling the darkness of the caves

Your sweet inamorata weeps for you mortal

Her beauty scarred by her love for you

She no longer thinks about the plants or stars

But she ponders over where you are

She no longer buzzes with happiness like the bees

But all day long she weeps and weeps

The grass tries to wipe away her tears

And the flowers try to cheer her up

But all day long she weeps and weeps

Return to her and hold her in your arms

Remove her pain with love as the balm

Stop hiding and come out

Of the box where you have

Suppressed your love for her

And tell her that you are forever together

The witnesses of your love are the winds and stars

And all those tears shed over so many hours

Only time can separate us

My heart, my love

So say the moon and the stars above.

Those complicated emotions!

Dogs. Cute. Cuddly. Furry. Soft . Friends.
Above is the image of dogs as observed by animal lovers.

Dogs. Scary. Teeth. Beasts. Rabies. Injections.
Above is the image of dogs as observed by not-very-big-dog-fans.

So what happens when you've experienced the feelings of both the sects. Scary yet lovable. Furry yet dirty.
You know you're not exactly going to be a huge fan of dogs when you've been chased by 6 dogs (Hey I didn't tease 'em or anything! ) . So after the whole dog-chasing-girl drama, I was scared of dogs.
I got over the phobia after interacting with a few friends and their dogs.

Mum wasn't very keen on getting a dog. It's difficult considering the fact that we move every 2yrs. It was understandable. Then came that fateful day. A phone call changed our lives forever.........................and so where are we now?

We have a dog. A black golden shepherd. (yes, yes I notice the irony or perhaps the oxymoron
 "black golden shepherd" *laughs* )
It was a tough six months with the puppy stage considering the fact that he pooped and peed almost 20 times a day. I mean how much does a pup pee! What is it a urinary bladder or a water tank!
At times he's the best...all lovable and all. And at times, you feel like killing him. (not that I'm a sadist or anything)
But then he's the best thing that happened in our lives. So, yeah.

Here's an experiment my friend tried on Leo. Oh Leo's my dog.

Le friend- "hey leo say I love you"
Le leo- "Rai ruh ruuuuuuuuuuu"
Le me- *blinks*
Le friend- "now roll over"
Le leo- "What do you think I'm a circus freak?"
**blinks**
**faints**
Dogs I tell you.