Do you want to play?, it asks.
You have no choice.
A simple romp in vibrant green fields, surrounded by an impossibly blue sky—

That bottomless pit wasn’t there before.

Do you want to play again?, it asks.
You have a choice. You agree.
You play again, and again, and again.
And you never stop—

—until that cake is yours.

Like lavender,
this world is a brighter place
because of your beauty
and your grace.
Like lavender,
there is something about you,
so wild yet so soft,
that gets me through.
Like lavender,
you have a scent so divine,
and I have been blessed
to call it mine.

I wonder if the lavender
yearn for her scent
whenever she's not present.

I wonder if the sunflowers
crave her little light
like the sun every night.

I wonder if the roses
envy her beauty
that captivated me.

I’ll be your Dracula,
You know all I’ll need is your heart.
You be the wicked witch,
All you will need is a hooked nose,
‘Cause you already cast your spell on me!

You are the one that
my heart, my pen and paper
always talk about

6:07 PM
1/10/20

I sat down to write you a love song  

To find the perfect melody

To underscore how much you mean to me  

But I can't quite stay on key



I sat down to write you a love song  

Lyrics decadent as sin  

But my heart is mightier than my pen  

Still I need to get without my feels within



So I grip it tight and start to write:  

I really like you ...

I like you a lot...



I sat down to write you a love song

Yet the words they just won't come  

Could say that you leave me speechless  

But that sounds kind of dumb



I sat down to write you a love song

You deserve a love song  

You deserve a love song  

But all I have is my love

I comment “yes daddy” on your videos
You comment “prettiest gurl” on my photos
We are just friends, but just maybe, just maybe we want something more.

a memory

the delhi monsoon, 2016
smashed inkpot like the sky
my head on the bus’s window
yours too
i said, “so what’s up?”

from there you would often turn around, have a look at me, shake your head, let out a shaky breath, give me that lazy smile and your eyes would be showing adoration, you would turn back and answer to my many questions

we talked about our classes, our future maybe not as a pair but as individuals

at some point, you and I started talking about politics, developing ideas out of the very little information that we had.

at some point, you and I started talking about art, dancing our fingers on the glass, creating figures and emotions.

at some point, we got to school

you stood behind me, the kids were just too slow, because the hormones had yet to be released, you were a little taller than me, your head dropped, and you whispered, "I want to be in the same class"

and both of us grinned, pushing all our feelings out, somewhere gloomy, twilight-like, dark and unseen.

you introduced me to your sister
you told me that you wanted to pursue sports
you said will talk to later

neither did you pursue sports nor did we talk again in person

I'm spinning in circles, wanting someone who might be mine, but I'm too scared to do that, trying to make myself believe that you really don't exist. I'm ******* selfish, yeah.

trapped here with the weight of memories and emotions that I don't want to revisit.

boy, boys are bad for you, I am telling you.

What if you could be my Mehek
Would I be your Satyr  
Come to my place many fine girls
But it is you I choose

Your pictures on my wall
In my sitting room
And bathroom too
Baby we can do this like a Bollywood

Your Aunty doesn’t want to even see my face
And we could sneak out
And take the midnight train
To India!!!

And there we could be the best of lovers
Even Romeo and Juliet would be jealous
Baby and I love you  
I die for you