Forever

I don’t believe in forevers

But I would like to have you 

For a little while

Just a little while longer.

Maybe till

All that needs to be said

Is said.

Maybe till

All that needs to be done

Is done.

Maybe till

All that needs to be filled

Is filled.

Maybe till 

All the goodbyes 

Are enough.

Just for a little while,

Let me your warm hand

With mine.

Just for now,

I would like to feel- safe

I would like to feel- comfort

I would like to feel home. 

I am not ready

To rearrange

All the empty objects

That are filled with your memory.

This home took so many moments

To build together.

I’d like to stay here 

And not change it

Not an inch,

Not a heartbeat.

Just for now,

I’d like to stay right here-

This exact spot-
With you.

Just for now,
We can both
Breathe life
Into the silence together.

Just for now,

We can warm ourselves with 

The friction of hearts

Beating together.

Just for now,

Don't go.

Please, 

Just not now.

I don't believe in forevers

But

I’d like to stay here

For a little while longer.

I'd like to stay here 

Perfectly still

Perfectly curled up

At this warm

Familiar side of the bed.

"Unmade bed"
Penelope Siopis

A cold evening in summer

Warm tears of blue
Fall.
Can you feel
The unbearable loneliness
Of being?

Darkness is a close friend
Darkness is the only friend
Wrapping it's warm shawl around
The scared and scarred mind.
There's no one to blame here.
There's just me and darkness.

There's no one to blame here
So let the tears pour.
Let them warm your cheek
And the corners of your pillow
As you weep.
How long
How long has it been
Since you let yourself be
Alone with yourself?
You surrounded yourself
With so many people
Just so you can
Stop yourself from screaming.

There's no one to blame here,
So let the tears pour.

Self-acceptance they say,
They've seen enough demons
To know my own-
But even they know
They can never see them
Like I do.
Invisible monsters
Lurking in broad daylight
Making night day,
Killing my dreams with
My own thoughts.
I no longer know
If I deserve happiness.
Probably not,
But then does that mean
There's some probability
I do?

I'm so tired.
I'm so tired.
I'm so tired.

No,
I don't want to see you.
I don't want to feel anything but
Home.
Home.
I don't even know
What it means anymore.
What compass do you use
To get back
If your heart is broken?
Do I even have a memory
That still has a place
For me?
Or is the heart
Wildly spinning
Because I've been running backwards
From the future
All this god damned while.

The lights inside dim
As the sun spills into the sky at dawn.
You're left with nothing
But tiredness and tear stains
Stretching your eyes.

You look around for comfort.
The birds will not understand you.
The clock will not understand you.
The light will not understand you.

There's no one to blame here
So let the tears pour and
Warm your heart-

It's been a long time
Since you held yourself tight.

 Kristina Skliarchuk
(https://www.pinterest.com/pin/466615211378434745/?lp=true)

किस कीमत पर

"अस्लाम आलेकुम,"
उसने चुपके से कहा 

उस रात जब जश्न मना 
उसके अपनों की चुप्पी पर.

देश के भक्तों ने
घोषणा कर दी:
उस आवाज़ की कोई कीमत नहीं है.

उसी रात आवाज़ों के बाज़ार में,
बेच दी गयी
उकसी दी गयी अमानत
चीखों को दबाकर.
बेच दी गयी उसकी आवाज़
हमारी रूह की कीमत पर.

देश भक्त
भूल गए शायद
इस देश का स्वराज

अगर अब तक बंधा रहा है   

तो सिर्फ आज़ाद आवाज़ों से.
शायद समझते हैं 
शान और शौकत की कीमत
आज़ादी है.

बस उस दिन की चिंता है
जब बिक चूका होगा सब कुछ
और खून के दाल दाल में

बचा रहेगा सिर्फ 

इंक़लाब का नारा.
लाज़िम है तब भक्तों को
ज़रुरत महसूस होगी
"आलेकुम सलाम" की.

https://www.journeyb.com/2012/08/awaaz-do.html

Procrastination

I put it off 

Today.

We all know that

Tomorrow never comes

But anxiety does.

Like a ball of snow rolling down the hill:

Growing and growing and growing and growing

Faster and faster and faster and faster

Louder and louder and louder and louder

Until I can’t contain it.

Until I can’t outrun it.

Until I can’t escape it.

Sometimes

I face it 

And it explodes into tiny

Harmless pretty snowflakes.

Sometimes

I face it 

And it explodes into tiny

Sharp shards of glass.

Every time

I face it 

I know tomorrow

There will be another hill.

I wish

Sometimes 

Tomorrow would put off being

Today.

Nicci Bedson

Silence: In the name of us

The world

Is not a big enough 

For us

To run away and find
Peace.

Let's not pretend

That silence

Isn't its own type of

Violence.

The quiet of our sleep

Rests on the voices

That were smothered

By the black tapes of guns

And silver tongues

Of righteousness.

Brothers,

I cannot pretend

To know your lives

Of hiding under beds

Wondering if these days 

Are the last. 

I cannot pretend

My life has not been 

Gold and
Silver and
White-

While yours has been

Yellow and
Black and
Red.

I cannot pretend

There isn't a chasm between us-

That we call ourselves brothers

As my bed has been made

With the bloodstains of yours.

So I shall not pretend.

But as they spread

Their legs to split our worlds

From each other,

Dear brother,

Know that this time

I will not run away-

I must not-

I cannot.

For every time they strike you

In the name of us

They make a monster of me

As I sit in silence.

Dear brother, 

The end of you 

Is the end of everything good

In the rest of us.

KASHMIR
Sandeep Chetan/Flickr