BINOCULARS

DAY-27

Running around in olive,
Heart strings strumming strong,
Every nerve on fire,
His shoes bringing up the soil.
Heat burning up his skin,
As he ducked into trenches,
His arsenal bag weighing him down,
Whispering into his comrade’s ears.
It’ll all be over soon,
He reassured him, holding hands,
Following a cannon-ball’s arch,
Bent down low, hands over head.
Several minutes of silence,
As the deafening roar resonated,
Their heavy breaths the only sounds,
Holding hands, they were in together.
He pulled out binoculars,
With his other hand, shivering,
Putting them up to his eyes,
Afraid of what he could see.
But alas, just a glimpse,
That was all he could see,
As a bullet kissed his heart,
He fell backwards, a grunt.
His inamorato, screamed,
As he held him, life trickled out,
Hugging him close to himself,
Somehow heavier without his soul.
His hand was still clutched,
So tight, in his companion’s,
The bullet had pierced through,
Not one but two hearts..

XXX

DAY-25

The phone was locked,
The only she could reach.
Gasping for air,
As she leaned against a wall.
Clutching at her heart,
Taking painful breaths,
She tried to call for help,
But the phone was locked.
Trying to call for help,
She couldn’t unlock,
Her hands fumbling over the screen,
A three-lettered password.
Her hands brushing life,
But like in water,
Pushing what she touched,
She pushed life away.
A three lettered password,
Tightened around like a noose,
She passed away,
Owing death to xxx.

CLOUDS GATHER

DAY-22

• This isn’t a poem. No. It’s more of a write-up. Or an article. I don’t know which. But, this is about a certain someone. A someone who I found accidentally, but someone who never left my side after. She is someone who I spent most of my life wreaking havoc with. And she’s leaving tomorrow. So I thought I’ll write her something.
  She was always the one who is always there. Whenever. I know she’s there. Our friendship started when we tried to evaporate curd. It was a ride. A great ride. We used to make up stories to up each other’s game. Remember when I drove a car and was chased by dogs. Remember when your cousin fell off a roof and miraculously survived. Yeah, neither does he. I went through the different tides of life with her. From when I was young and naive, through my rebellious tumultuous phase, right upto my ‘now’ phase. She’s seen all my temper tantrums, my dramatic statements, my tears-filled eyes, my “I’m going to fail” face. She’s been through my “I am going to wrench my stomach out”, my “heart-eyes”. Literally everything. She and me have been through it all. I have not fought with one single person as much as I have with her. I have slapped you, cut your hair and kicked your injured foot. I will stop before she gets mad at me and starts hating me. Because sweetie, I don’t hate you. I love you. More than you love Zayn. More than you love Zendaya. More than you love me. I know I don’t say it enough, but I do.
  We’ve had episodes of WWE every time I spoke to people other than her. So much bonding in that relationship. So many shove off the bench moments. I’m veering off topic. She’s so beautiful. So perfect. She should know that. People don’t tell her that enough. She has never ever judged a person based on just their looks. She’s never betrayed anyone’s trust on her. She has the strictest principles that she always sticks to. She has never tried to change me in anyway whatsoever. She has always accepted me as I am. She’s always been my pillar. She’s always been a shoulder to cry on. She is amazing. And she is leaving tomorrow. I’m going to miss her so much. Much like one might miss their limb after an accident. Much like one might miss their sister after they move into different houses. I have been seeing her almost everyday of my life for the last seven years, and to suddenly have that taken away from me. It hurts. 
  I just want her to know, I will always be her map. I will always be the beacon she can return to. I will never get over “our” phase. I will never get over how I’ve always fought with you but then returned to each other. Because that’s how we are. But today, as the clouds gather, and her bags sit packed, I’ll tell you love. Don’t be scared. You are so strong and I admire you so much. Be who you are and rock the world. 
  I will end by quoting one direction, “It’s not the end, I’ll see your face again”…. 

A/N: I wrote this for my dear friend who had to move. Megz, I’ll always love you. Hope everyone loved it!

Much Love, T.

BAG IS PACKED

DAY-15

Sitting at the table,

I looked wonderingly,

At the packed bag,

Holding clothes not confidence.

I gulped water,

Calming myself,

The weight of leaving,

Finally hitting.

Leaving something,

So close to my heart,

To reach my destiny,

To hoist my flag.

So much love,

For my home and later,

Always wanting to travel,

But still wanting to stay.

Under the confines always,

Refrained but safe,

Not used to wings,

High but intimidating.

Mulling things over,

A smile crept on my face,

Because the world was waiting for me,

And my bag was already packed..

TIME OUT

DAY-12

Picture Courtesy : Pinterest

Time is running out,
He puts pen to paper,
Writing turns to scrawls,
Just wants to get it out.
Time is running out,
His speech supersonic,
Words tumbling to get out,
His locked up feelings.
So many stories,
So many questions,
So many declarations,
So much he had to stay.
Never fear, did he,
That there would be no tomorrow,
He never spoke out,
He never wanted to stand out.
But as his inner clock,
Ticked their final seconds,
He wished he could say,
Everything he thought.
He wished to put in words,
The tumultuous feelings,
Dangling from the cliff,
Like Natasha in Vormir.
He wished to record,
And play to the world,
The whirlwind of thoughts,
Lived through life in ten seconds..

IT WAS DIFFERENT

DAY-11

Picture Courtesy: Rishi Babu

This time, different,
So different from usual.
Usually I’d hug you,
Hug you to the ground.
Room so tense,
Tension burning up,
Burning the bond,
The bond between us.
We talked for hours,
Hours into the night,
The night old from young,
Younger we were then.
The space of five years,
Years felt like aeons,
Aeons weighing us,
Us, we drifted apart.
An awkward smile,
A smile speaking words,
Words that were unspoken.
Unspoken between once best friends..

ALL GONE

DAY-8

Picture Credits: Pinterest

A table with six,
Cozy and warm,
Music floating,
Food in cold hands.
Laughter ringing,
In her happy soul,
As she was surrounded,
With everyone she loved.
Slowly one left,
Getting up,
Turning on her heel,
And not looking back.
With small time,
Another stood,
She walked away for good,
Smiling but not stopping.
She heaved a sigh,
As a tear,
Streaked down her cheek,
Her body giving out.
Hands that were holding,
Slowly slipped from her,
He stood and flew away,
Before she even turned.
A table for six,
Now had only three,
Cozy and warm,
Now silent and cold.
Her soul black,
From screaming,
She didn’t move at all.
She was lonely.
A half of her heart,
Missing from her,
They took with them,
Her now hollow.
Letters and messages,
They said kept together,
So close to their lives,
But yet so far away.
She wrote this poem,
As she softly cried,
Knowing she’ll always miss them,
Until the end of time.
She wanted them to know,
She’d be for them forever,
For they were half her heart,
And nothing could ever change that.

P.S. This one I wrote when my school ended and three of my best friends had to leave. This was written from the P.O.V. of a child who doesn’t want to grow up but doesn’t have a chance. One day, she’ll look back at it and smile.

CABLE

DAY-7

Picture Courtesy: Twitter

Little room in the sky,
With windows of glass,
As clear as my thoughts,
As I took in the height.
Flying so high,
No strings attached,
I was on fire,
I was ice-cold.
Wings from my back,
Lifting me so,
The world was small,
Problems and gold.
Heaven so close,
Hell so far,
Yet I looked below,
To the depths of tartarus.
Wings not lifting,
But wings holding,
The weight in me,
The weight in my heart.
Plummeting below,
I looked up now,
To God’s abode,
My hand straining to reach.
Blue turning black,
As I neared my death,
One last time,
I looked below.. 

P.S. My dear friend Megz helped me write this. ❤

CD

DAY-2

Picture Courtesy : Tumblr

As I was alone in the night,

I looked up into the sky,

The stereo rang out loud,

Into the quiet breeze.

My lips shaped the words,

As I lay on the grass,

Words falling out of me,

As if by themselves.

Reminiscing each night,

It was a quotidian routine,

Singing these songs,

As I lulled myself to sleep.

Only part I’d left,

Of a love that had once been,

The only part true enough,

I didn’t let away from me.

Listening to him play,

I felt we were close again,

A dream or blatant hope,

Mixing in me.

As the song ended,

I willed myself to believe,

His perfect note was all the perfection,

That I’d ever need…

Unopened

DAY-1

Picture Courtesy: Pinterest

The box lay closed,

Forgotten by her,

Under her stack of things,

Thrown carelessly aside.

Had she opened,

She’d find books,

Diaries of writing,

Writings by her sister.

Her late sister.

The one she mourned,

As each day passed.

The one who left.

The cardboard box,

Taped and secured,

Held her secrets,

Her heart’s whispers.

Had she opened,

The box on time,

She could’ve saved,

Her sister’s life.

Instead she sipped coffee,

Cup she placed close,

To the box of magic.

Not close enough.

A month later,

Tears streaked her face,

As she moved about things,

Uncovering it at last.

She sat down, heaving,

The box onto the floor,

Dusting the label,

Reading her sister’s name on it.

She pulled out books,

Wrapped in satin,

So delicate,

She opened them.

Olivia’s diaries,

Filled with abstracts,

Loneliness so silent,

It was deafening.

She laid them, shaking,

Picking a letter white,

Addressed to her,

In pretty slant.

“I miss you”,

It read,

“I need you,

Call me.”

The next word,

Made illegible with tear drops,

She could guess anyway,

“Please”.

She crushed the letter,

Towards herself,

Her own tears mixing,

With that of her best friend’s…

A/N: Mental health is never something to be ashamed of. Everyone needs a little help, and if you feel you might need it, reach out. You deserve it. Every time someone opens up, the world becomes a better place. Feel free to reach out to me, if you want 🙂 Hope everyone is having a great day..