O There

O There

O there, my friend
Wherever you are in the midst of this infinite verse
Alone, or with someone
A friend, a foe, a stranger
I want to tell you
That my eyes have shed your tears,
Of joy and woe,
For you
I have lived you
So I want you to live
As yourself, for me, and more for yourself
Until death takes away your life
From this world
And from me
(your death will be mine too)
Or mine from you.


Do you?

Do you?

Do you dream?
Not when you are asleep but when you are awake
Just sitting in a chair or on a stair
Or lying in bed, alone
Not busy staring at a screen
But just sitting,
Brooding, contemplating, ruminating, waiting
For a person, a moment
Or just with a blank mind
Your gaze careless, your mind relaxed
Your heart throbbing at its usual pace
Your nerves calm
In that moment of pure existence

What do you dream of?
What do you think about?
How do see yourself?
What do you think life is?
What do you want it to be?
Are you happy?
What would make you happy?
Are you alive?
What does it mean to be alive?
What is the meaning of this life?
What is the purpose of your existence?

Or do you just enjoy the moment’s existence
And your existence in it?


A Night of Puking

I’ve been puking since last night
My stomach a battlefield
Of chemicals, acids, and shit
Grumbling, making noises and sending rotten gases up my throat
I couldn’t sleep all night
And my head ached and so did my stomach
And I wished someone was around to take care of me
Give me some medicine
Or just water, it would have been fine
But there was none
Not even the moon and stars in the sky
And it was cold, 10 degrees outside
Just me, my sickness, and the cold, silent, indifferent night
But it’s ok, I survived and that’s life.

Beautiful Machines

This book is not about me,

It’s not my heart or soul,

And I do not promise a sense of grand alleviation in the rhymes.

This book doesn’t have any advice or laws about life.

Beautiful Machines has ink and words.

It has stories, ideas, emotions, and perhaps even philosophies,

Which are all about you

And they are all true.

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What’s Up?

I had replied to all the texts
Reacted to the memes sent to me
Forwarded a few of them
And then acknowledged the replies to them,
I had checked and double-tapped pictures of random strangers
Posted some of my own having a good time
In my new goggles I had ordered online
Had a nice meal at a fast food joint
And come back home
When I saw my mate sitting on the couch alone
And I asked ‘What was up?’


A Dead Lover’s Command

A Dead Lover’s Command

I am dead
My love
But don’t you dare do the same
I command you to live!
Live as you have with me
And yet better
Let our love’s passion
Be the fuel that thrusts you towards glory
Let the sorrow of my passing
Drive you towards mortal greatness
Keep our love alive in your heart
Better than we did together
Live! my love
Until death comes to claim you
And live so that even after you are dead
Our love lives on
In the greatness and glory you achieve
In your life
With my love.

If you don’t

I refuse to reunite with you in heaven…


Glorious Love

I love a girl
She doesn’t love me

Maybe, she does someone else
If she does
I hope she does with all her heart and might
If she makes love to him
I hope she does with as much passion as a storm thrashes down houses
If she fights with him
I hope she does with such ferociousness as a starving lioness hunts a deer
If she makes a sacrifice for him
I hope she does as Sati did
And if she begins to hate him
I hope she does as she would hate her rapist

Anything less is unacceptable
Anything less would mean that my love has failed
And my love cannot fail.