Clocks

NaPoWriMo 2017.

2/04/2017 day two.

“Clocks”

There’s something about clocks
tick-tock-ing,
steadily, as if nothing could ever
be out of sync.

There’s something about the way
the digits align themselves,
spaced so equally, as if nothing could
ever be out of place.

There’s something about the way
the wheels churning in the distance,
soothingly, musical even.

There’s a lot about how they align
in the illusion that is time,
as everything seems to fall into place,
and it all just seems so right,
rhythmic tick-tock-ing
calming the tides.

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“Longing”

NaPoWriMo 2017. 1/04/2017

day one.

 

It’s not about how your hair bounces as
beads of sweat trickle down
your forehead while you dance,
or the way your rhythmic footwork seems like you’ve been tap dancing
on my heart the entire time,
crushing it with your heel,
then gently tip toeing, testing the waters,
suddenly bending down to rip it apart.

It’s not about how you’re always around
casually conversing as you sip coffee,
or the perfect smile that shows up,
lighting up your face, making
your eyes sparkle with delight.

It’s not about how your presence is
felt, in those you love, in their
chatter and mannerisms,
even in your absence.

It’s not about the happiness
felt at seeing you,
or hearing your voice
after a long, hard day;
and the slightly faster beating
of my heart at seeing
that sparkly, perfect smile.

Those feelings are just stuffed
to the bottom drawer of my heart,
desperately wanting to be ignored,
forgotten.

It’s about longing to be with you,
and knowing that’s its not
happening anytime soon.

It’s about promises to
clean out the bottom drawer,
a bit by bit,
just not now.

Letter to an inspiration

Hi, hello, namaste.

It’s been three months (and a bit more) since Talk-a-Thon, and last night, I realized that I didn’t really thank you enough for being there, coming for the event and be there for the Talk Show, it was my dream to have you and Shamir there. I couldn’t really talk at that time, mostly because I was feeling all jittery to have two people, whom I respect so much, there in front of me, talking to everyone and making them comfortable, especially after I’d told everyone what an amazing person you are. Everyone was, may I say, shocked, but your humbleness, and that too coming from a person who has achieved so much in life, and inspired so many people on the way.

Harnidh, you are an inspiration, one that forces people to get up and about, to pull up their socks, and work for their goals, and strive towards perfection. Be it the way you carry yourself, or the way you respond to questions, love, hate, and still are so down to earth. I actually remember asking you if I could hug you and you laughed and hugged me, it was one of the nicest feelings ever, like I’d been holding a mini Oscar.

Today, on Women’s Day, I cannot really thank you for existing, for being an ask.fm user (verified hein), or just simply being there. Reading your answers, your blog, whenever I am feeling that I should just quit writing because I don’t really get the output of the input I put in. But then  I read your poetry, try to grasp the way you have written in, so beautiful, and I try to inculcate that into my own writings, I can be proud of calling you a role model for me. You are so beautiful, and that million dollar smile you wear, it’s something I can really look at all day, and smile.

I wish you all the very best for your book, and perhaps, sometime in the future, I could have one of mine on the way too. Hehe, stay awesome, and just, don’t ever change.

Thank you, Harnidh, for being what you are. x