12- NaPoWriMo Poem 28

When we were 12
You & I
I never thought
I'd see you
Find 'True Love'
And then lose it
Saying it wasn't true enough
We have been through
So much
I forget sometimes
How much we can face
How much there is to face
How people change
Twist
Mutate
Into something ugly
That pierces your
Heart
Like a well worn knife
In the hands
Of a well loved friend.
People change,
My friend.
Even people
We swore
To love
Forever
But someone
Far wiser
Than us said
"Nothing lasts forever"
But I thought
Your perfect relationship would
But I thought
Our happiness would
Crystallized in that moment
More fool me
More fool you
And the pain of it
Is bitter and sharp
And deep
In all the wrong ways
People matter so little
People come
People go
But these
Indelible imprints
They leave
Are hurting me
Did they hurt you?
We both are cold enough
To soothe the ache
Of People Scars
But say,
Friend.
When we were 12
Did you think
The world changed
Quite this much? 

Fever Dreams- NaPoWriMo Poem 26

Inspired by an insanely high fever. I had begun dividing up all my worldly possessions by the end of it.


Everything burns
Beyond the edge
Of
Sleep
Or
Something
Deep
That does not
Step
Into the light
Or the night
There was
Never heard
Not a
Single word
Just clammy fingers
That choke
A slight whisper
To stroke
The whys
And wherefores
And has beens
Are all lost
In your eyes
And Fever Dreams. 

Your Weakness- NaPoWriMo Poem 22

Written mostly out of frustration.

Your weakness
Is not my weakness
Your sorrows
Are not mine
To feel.
Why they ever
I can't be sure.

If you took
Responsibility for
Your weakness
You may find it
Easier to Deal
With your
Multitudes of Feels

Transience- NaPoWriMo Poem 15

Again, inspired after yet another conversation while sitting in an airport with Emma. I am beginning to sense a theme here.

'I like airports'
I mused.
Sitting the McDonalds
Of a nameless airport
In a nameless city
Of a nameless country.
'They can't judge you
In an airport.
'Who's they?'
You asked.
'Everyone'
I said.
No one belongs
To airports.
Everyone is transient
A puff of smoke
Melting to the sky.
There is no belonging
To an airport
So there is no possession.
If there is no possession
There is nothing to defend
If there is nothing to defend
There is no fear
No fear
Means
No judgement
And that is why
I like airports
They are transient
As am I
And so,
I feel at home.

Home- NaPoWriMo Poem 14

Written after I realized the definition of home being a singular place didn't hold true for me at all. The cities briefly mentioned are Delhi, Chandigarh, Cape Town and Edinburgh.


This concept of belonging
Has never been
Too clear
In my head.
There is a niche
To be carved
In every corner
Of the Globe
With no corners.
The now is too busy
To think of the has beens
Or the maybe comings.
So what is home,
Then.
The city that bewitched
Me; Heart and Soul?
The city where blood
Ties me in a cocoon?
 The city that taught me
The sea and a new continent?
The city that reveals new
Secrets in a cobbled tongue?
Across continents
And seas that I cannot name
I have made homes
Over and over
And over again
I leave home
For another.
I miss cities
Not people.
Because home
Is where the heart is.
And my heart
Wants the world.
This concept of belonging
Doesn't make sense
To me.

Omelettes- NaPoWriMo Poem 13

Written in honor of the various Omelettes made during the course of my Ireland trip. Also, for my general love of them. Inspired and addressed to my eternal muse, Emma. No, not you Nurdan. You know why.


'I could try
To juggle
These eggs'
I said.
Merely too see
The alarm
Flash through your eyes.
We are making
Omelettes today.
Omelettes mean
Privacy, my kitchen
And home.
This situation
Has none of the
Above ingredients
Needed for
The perfect
Omelette.
What we have is
Lachie's pursed up lips
Your calm eyes
My egg making skills
In a tiny kitchen
In a city
We don't belong to.
These are a new
Kind of omelettes
Of a new kind of
Friendship.
Lets put
Laidbackness
Moonshine laughter
Adventure
Comfort
And the odd cuddle in
To see
What these
Omelettes
Taste like.
A bit like us,
I suppose.
But not in a
Cannibalistic way

Diamond Hill - NaPoWriMo Poem 12

Written after probably the craziest climb of my life. Yet. Knowing Emma and Lachie, I shall be dragged up various more soon enough. This was Diamond Hill in Connemara National Park, by the way.


I'd be the first to go
In a zombie apocalypse
I am convinced of it
After my pitiful attempt
To scale Diamond Hill
Over by Connemara way
If you are interested.
512 m of HELL-
-All 7 circles of it.
And the rage
At seeing your two
Companions skip
Like bloody mountain goats.
While I,
Panting, breathless
Legs give out,
I think the world
Grows dark
Or the sun hid
Behind a convenient cloud
My companions wait
For me to scale
And I promise
All the gods
That ever were
No more McFlurries!
I hear Olympian laughter
In return.
Just a little more
Of this unending agony
Till I gain
The summit.
I would say
The view
Was worth it
But I am too busy dying
To notice
Just yet.