Do you see me standing here?

The world goes passing by in haste

As I wait for my mind to clear

I feel your hazel eyes on me

Do you see me standing here? 

We met when night was almost young

I let you hear me loud and clear

As you handled my tender strings

Do you see me standing here? 

I let your lips explore my wounds

Against all odds, I let you near

And now that I am raw, undressed

Do you see me standing here? 

I always loved to live with you

To love you was my only fear

And now that we are miles apart

Do you see me standing here? 

You tried to save our sinking ship

I waited for the coast to clear

I'm still ashore and you're adrift

Do you see me standing here? 

It's dark despite the moonlit sky

It's dark as if the end is near

I feel your hazel eyes on me

Do you see me standing here? 

Death

Pale dusk
Mournigs and wailings playing in the distance
Like a sad symphony
As the pyre lights up..
Dark fumes of death rise
Taking the deceased
Closer to the canvas of saffron hue
World is better up there, they say
..having born and faded a thousand times
They know how it is like
To be a mortal
How it is like
To die..
Beyond the deafening wails and mourns
The dying daylight sings the beauty of death..
Let death not be the darkest dream
Let it just be the end of a fairytale
That says "happily ever after"
With a promise of being born again
To a famous poet
As his fine poem,
elegant and immortal..

© Aditee Joshi

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