It's only love

If a firefly flickers in the darkest corner of night
If clouds write a song, and weary raindrops sing
In the shades of sorrow, if the luster sets in,
It's only love, that got in the way of everything..

If raindrops kiss the arid land for the first time
And the frozen winter embraces the happy spring
In the empty glass of wine, if a teardrop falls
It's only love, that got in the way of everything..

My heart was emptier than a thousand black holes
You enter, and the bouts of feelings set in
The vaccums fill with dregs of light and faith
It's only love, that got in the way of everything..

Aditee

Philosopher's stone

It's midnight
I lean at my broken window
Watching the dark winds sweep the dust off
the dark roads
I wait for him to appear..
The crazy stone picker
Who circles around the town
Picking the stones, and throwing them away
An old crazy loner
What does he pick the stones for,
If he has to throw them
back to the streets?
"That's where they belong"
he says, when asked.
"Ordinary stones belong to the street"
He has deep blue eyes
Prominent amidst dense hair and beard
Deeper than the blues of the evening sky..
Deeper than the blues of a broken heart
Sad, but hopeful
"I am looking for a magic stone", he says..
I laugh at him
This ain't a fairy tale
There's no such thing as magic
" Philosopher's stone!
the one that turns iron to gold
A decade ago, I sneaked this iron rod off my father's attic"
He points at the rod in his hand
"..and began the hunt for the special stone
I test the stones on the rod
One day, I will find the stone
That'd turn this rod to gold
I will cherish it for lifetime"
He grins ear to ear
And gets back to his hunt
Oblivious to the fact
that the rod in his hand
Is already gold..!

Aditee

Drizzle

My pain drizzles like evening rain
Weary drops kiss ground and fade,
and bring along a lingering scent
of lost behinds, and vague aheads..

My pain drizzles, as I miss you
Your words, your laughter, your first touch
My frailing hopes, your robust faith
.. the stronger arms, and eager clutch

I close my eyes, and you stop by
Your eyes reflect the shades of sky
You hold me, and I melt in pain,
That pain drizzles like evening rain..

Aditee

The Backup

It's 2 AM..

I stare at the phone as the messages back up,
They remind me of our late night chats..
I stare at the screen till it goes off
Memories begin their backup now..
Each moment with you flashes across my mind,
gradually fading off,
like my smile did, when things ended between us.

It's 3 AM..

I stare pointlessly outside the window
It's pit dark
As dark as the depths of your eyes
I fumble through the darkness, gasping for air
I frown, as I search the traces of light in vain
Only to realise that you have taken all of it with you.

It's 5 AM

I hear the early birds chirping outside
The night will gradually evolve into a beautiful day
Like I evolved
from being dubious about living with you,
to being unable to live without you..
I clear the foggy window pane amidst all my doubts
As the morning kicks in...

It's 6 AM

The rays of light now return to my window..
Scattering into seven colours in a tiny morning dew
Birds chirp and whistles blow
As the radio plays an old song
I fill the morning breeze within
and welcome the rising day

It's 7 AM

I start my day with a new hope..
Leaving your memories behind
..to backup at 2 AM !!

© Aditee Joshi

My Poetry

My poetry is sad..
It has never struggled for words this harder..
Rhymes and meters have turned against it..
It lacks emotions too, you took all of them with you..
Leaving it with mere monotonous sadness..

My poetry is dumb..
It hasn't stopped framing itself around you,
It doesn't accept the fact that you are gone..
It knits the blanket of hope and blindfolds itself with it..
Picturing you in the darkness..

My poetry is dead..
You took its soul along..
Reducing it to a verbal chaos..
It still struggles for words, rhymes and meters..
It still tries to frame itself around you..
Blindfolded with a false hope..

I am over you,
But my poetry isn't!

© Aditee Joshi

An Unsent Message

Dear Love,

It's funny how a mere mention of your name still makes the butterflies flutter in my stomach..

It's funny how I read and reread our chat history, hoping that someday, somehow you will find me sneaking through your chatbox, and realise that I still miss you, even after ages of being apart..

It's funny how I forget what I said an hour ago, but clearly remember our 8 month old conversation

It's funny how I search the traces of you in every person I meet..

It's funny how I still hope for the beginning when everything has already ended a long back..

It's funny how I keep denying the fact that I am still not over you....

I wish this fun to end soon..

Please come back!

Love,
Aditee

The Meeting Place

Though being a thousand miles apart
A piece of you stays in my heart
Beyond the oceans vast and blue
There is a world where I'll meet you

Here at this end is all pit dark
But deep within, the memories spark
And set alight the bouts of pain
The pangs of hatred and disdain

And there apart, is where you stay
Beyond my reach, so far away
Where, for the pain, there is no room
You come from where the flowers bloom

I'll meet you where the skies unfold
Mysteries unspoken, untold
Beyond the daydreams and despair
There is a world, I'll meet you there

© Aditee Joshi