I believe

There are many unquantifiable things in this world
They are not measurable
They are not supported by facts
They may not even be found again
Yet, I believe in them.
Coincidence or luck or a twist of fate
Everything happens for a reason.

Standing by with a bag to hear a hello from a stranger was coincidence
And getting to hear to black sands with butterflies in my stomach was sheer luck
And the it was the twist of fate which laid me on these tracks of prosperity.
They all worked together, to make my destiny.
Destinies aren’t written, they are made by the human living that life.
A supreme power, is not what I’m denying
There is a creator but what are the next duties
Of that im not sure.

It’s just a matter of time
And whole lot of coincidences which decide the later.
I breathe today I might not tomorrow this depends on my luck.
Or maybe, I will be saved in the hospital to bring a twist.
Like I said before they all work together, to write my destiny.
Destiny is not pre-ordained, it’s written in chapters or in volumes.
There is always a chance to change it as the new chapter hasn’t been written.

If I hadn’t done that I wouldn’t be this
and if I didn’t do this I will not be that.
There are events one after the other.
Events are nothing but coincidences.
Why did he have to wear black the day I wanted to make my final decision? Coincidence
Why was it that what I thought I could never let go was so easy to leave? Luck
Why is that I took a whole u turn on the path I was heading? A twist of faith
You see again? They work together.
Deciding on every step I take, writing my beginning and end
And letting me to embark my journey.
There is always a path to reach finding a way is all it takes.

It isn’t easy to agree to what I say
Nor is it necessary. Yet, I believe in them.
I guess they are unquantifiable for a reason
Because it is different for each dwelling soul.
It’s just right to believe in them and take what comes
And then bend it according to your needs.
Every beginning comes with an end,
What is done after reaching the end
Is what makes destiny!

He

Is he a serial heart killer or is it just me?
Cause I was swept of my feet within no time.
I was floating in air towards a dream world.
Effortlessly he tamed me to fit in.
I easily gave in cause my mind was fogged.
He reached my heart to hold it.
I gave up on all I thought was the perfect life to reach out to him for him to catch.
I jumped to him from another he but yet I don’t regret one bit.
Its like I was destined to meet.
Like my fate was cleared.
God must have really been in a giving mood cause he gave me a handful.
His existence brings peace.
His presence eases my breathe.
I look up to the sky wishing on stars.
I look up for answers.
I look up to wish.
Just don’t take away what is mine now.
He is mine.

I feel overwhelmed.
This is supposed to be a good feeling,
but It drains out my energy from me.
I feel low then.
Quite opposite to what I should feel. It’s a hard needing.
It’s very hurtful.
Just being becomes so hard den.
Like its not enough.
Like the only thing you want is he and you’ll put everything at stake for it.
Its a need not a want.
Its a greed not a heed.
Its a craze not a haze.
He it is.
He is all.
He. He. He!

Give me rum

Give me rum,

Let me disinfect my wounds,

Let me drink some,

I’ll give what’s left to you.

Selfish? I don’t think so,

Not with my heart,

Self obsessed at times,

Not without cause.

Stretching my cardiac muscles,

To let more in,

I think I’ll die,

Either way that’s given.

The trouble is my brain,

It’s set on self defence,

Consciously I tend to not keep any,

So my body has.

I feel to a great degree,

I might explode if not stopped,

So like a power off button,

It boots and shuts me down.

No,I’m not a zombie,

So, please don’t shoot!

I’m just human,

With a huge firewall system.

Hack into me,

Break through me,

Maybe you’ll kill me,

Or you’ll save me.

Give me rum,

I hear it loosens the bolts,

Maybe I’ll open the door,

Maybe I’ll let you through.

Pain

Tic-tac tic-tac. Time doesn’t wait.

Somebody press my head to the ground,

Heated by a flamboyant sun,

And with a Thor-like hammer shatter it.

To make me stop thinking about this situation.

Will you never say “no” ? Won’t you rebel someday?

Somebody make me discover the heights of scarification.

Feeling the rupture of my cutaneous layers

Seeing my blood rushing outside, to new world

Somebody please make me feel greater pain than despair.

Somebody make me know the delights of a whip.

This pain will certainly make me forget

your (planned) destiny.

Damn it, we’re talking about Our future – Our life

Won’t you fight for me too?

Won’t you prove them how strong is our love?

Will you always be the influenced one?

Will you always be “THAT FISH caught in THAT NET”?

Someone squeeze my neck with his hands,

so hard that I enjoy the lack of oxygen,

and put my head in water so I’m drowning (for real).

I’m sure that would make me forget my feelings for this place.

You know better. Yet you decide not to do better.

I suppose life in here will always be that way.

You can’t fight your family, can you?

I can’t take you away from your life, can I?

After all, I am the one coming from far away.

In this place, people can’t live their lives.

They live by the script written by their family.

I do not want to keep expecting,

Because I know, sooner or later you will capitulate to the rule.

Somebody.. please.. make me feel extreme pain

So I don’t see you evaporate from my future.

Tic-tac tic-tac. Time doesn’t wait..

To get to your arranged

Engagement.

Connection

There is not a place
Where you feel accepted!
There is not a place
You feel loved!
There is not a place
You don’t feel left!
Well, you forgot it’s a cruel world
People are not what they say!

There is not a place
You find silence!
There is not a place
Where your not broken!
There is not a place
You don’t question!
Forgot,it’s still the same place
guess you can never leave!

There is not a place
Your not numb!
There is not a place
You don’t miss that someone!
There is not a place
Your not neglected!
Guess you’ll always be this way
Despite wanting to change!

Poem by Isha Mehta

First one.

Everything has changed since I’ve crossed your path.

You woke me up and made me a woman.

I didn’t know what I was feeling and was scared.

But then, you held my hand and it became clear.

Destiny! That was destiny.

You took my breath away, you saved me.

Lord put you on my way for a reason, right?

See, maybe you’re the one for me.

This fire in our eyes when your body brushes mine.

Oh boy, now you know it.

You caught me. You got me and you won’t let me go until you show me

What passion really is.

So now, I fall under your skin boy. Please burn me with your lips.

But then troubles arrived.

Passion had another face we hadn’t seen at the start.

You showed me love in all its facets, there is a lot of ups and downs.

This relationship was inconsistent. I loved you but to what extent?

Perfect lover, perfect partner, should I lose my mind over you?

I would like to be mad at you, to scream, to cry, and sometimes to even hit you.

But you’re the drug that inebriates me and I refuse to see you leave.

I refuse to say goodbye to your face, your smile, your skin, your arms.

Don’t you understand it baby?  Without you I’m afraid of the dark.

I may be possessed, obsessed, but it’s inside your arms that I feel blessed.

I finally realized how weak I am, that I am just human, just a woman

And just when I thought I was lost, you looked into my eyes again.

Your fingers embraced my cheeks and you burned me with your lips again.

Yes, maybe I am weak but damn baby, I love you so bad.

You make my sky shine bright which even the stars couldn’t, ever .

You give me the love and strength I need to stand on my feet.

Thank you baby, for being the maestro who guides my heartbeats.

Definition of..

Establishment selling coffee, with a facility to to consume it on the premises — Definition of a café

Physical appreciation, visual impression — look

Attractive and possessing charm — Beautiful

(of a man) Attractive — Handsome

A facial expression comprised by flexing the muscles of both ends of one’s mouth — Smile

To communicate by means of speech — To talk

To view as valuable — To appreciate

To trade or barter — Exchange …. Numbers

A telephone conversation — Call

Short Message Service — SMS

Establishment selling coffee, with a facility to to consume it on the premises — Café

A prearranged social meeting — Definition of a date

An affectionate close embrace — Hug

Two people touching each other’s lips together — To kiss

A state of emotion so intense that the person is carried beyond rational thought and self-control — Ecstasy

An intense feeling of affection and care towards another person — Definition of love

Flow of charged electrons — Electricity….. In the

Atmospheric substance above the surface of the earth — Air………. From the next

Part of the day from dawn to midday — Morning……. It’s always

Call – Café – Hug – Café – Hug – Calls

SMS – Café – Kiss (or Comparative form of many — More)……. Till one day

To discover — To find out

An act of deception, fraud, trickery, imposture or imposition — Cheating

A jerk; an inappropriately mean, inconsiderate, contemptible, obnoxious,

Intrusive, or rude person — Definition of an asshole.

To shed tears — To cry

Handsome does not do beautiful things

To shed tears — To cry

No more Café – Hug – Kiss

To shed tears — To cry

To set apart or cut off from others — To isolate

Overwhelming mental anguish or grief, especially caused by loss or disappointment —

— Definition of a Heartbreak.

EFFECT

Astounded by the effect someone else can have on you

Now or later doesn’t matter

Presence or absence doesn’t matter

You are just vulnerable!

‘A change which is a result or consequence of an action or other cause’ defines the dictionary.

I can say it’s even more

It’s just not the result or the consequences

It’s that feeling… that feeling when EFFECT is happening!

Should I call it effect or affect?

Affect is just effect in working

So it tumbles down to effect, again.

Love or hate someone exclusively?

You are just vulnerable!

So much effort is for someone you love

As you spend most of your time to know how to love them more (you’re effected!)

Or

For someone you hate

As you spend most of your time learning how to hate them more (you’re effected!)

Hold on! Don’t think loving will be positive and hating will be negative

It most of the time opposite!

Every action, every reaction of your love can drive you crazy (-ve)

A good word or maybe a bad one

Can have extreme reactions (on you)

And otherwise….Hate someone

Their every move, every thought you want to figure

And this can make you happy

Because your imagination can go crazy (+ve).

Loving or hating can keep you going on for a lifetime… Why?

Cause it’s got that EFFECT

That effect on you!

PS: Can only happen if you let it,

If you give permission

If you give access

If you open the door.

So, sometimes don’t switch on your light

Don’t give someone else access to your life

Decide for yourself

Decide based on what you want.

Be selfish!

Rule your own life!

Love yourself… smile for your soul.

OPEN HIS WINDOWS

Even though, he smiled and spread his charisma

Like he knew why he was sent on earth

And brought light to the dark

Like he knew he was our guardian angel.

There he was… struggling for victory,

At war with himself, when I met him!

To the world he wrote so that they knew themselves better by reading him

But he had another side too….

This was undefined, unwritten and unspoken.

Happy to him was living in beatitude,

But he said he hated happiness.

Happy to him was being a baby,

But he said he didn’t feel for it.

Because happiness had broken his heart

And that happiness had created sadness in him.

But my life had already imprisoned him

Because I had become a…

Dreamer of his doings,

And believer of his thinking!

So, I want to open the windows and let the sun illuminate him

And intensify him with a pocket full of sunshine.

I want to hold his heart

And cover it in satin.

I want to hold his hand

Make him reach out the distance and help him ink it down.

I want to pull him out of somewhere there

And bring him back,

To let him feel the rain on his skin

Cause no one else can for him.

Only he can let it in,

Fight his pain and set himself free!

Alas! I live in fear I might just not have enough time

Until he reached the terminus

To show him he could count on me.

But I will try because I don’t want to merely remain talking to the moon

Hoping he was on the other side replying!

Every teardrop is a waterfall

I asked her

“why are you crying?”

She said nothing.

So I started thinking.

What did I do to

Turn her big brown eyes

Into explosive red balls

struggling to stay in their orbits.

I must have done something bad.

I’m such an idiot. I’m not cautious.

Sometimes I don’t monitor my mouth

And all the frustration I accumulated

Gets converted into words

And I don’t even realize

when I tell them to her.

I always prove that

I’m terrific friend but a terrible lover.

What a crime to make a woman cry

When you’ve been raised by one.

So I asked her

“why are you crying?”

She said “nothing”.

But her eyes were marine bleu

Flooded by lachrymation.

The same eyes my mother had

When she had no one. No support.

When her dreams and love

Were taken away by an imbecile,

And she had to live thereafter

Through a two years old boy

She was destined to raise alone.

God no!

I don’t want to be like that man

I don’t want to be like my father.

I don’t want to destroy the life of

A wonderful girl who trusted me

With her love and happiness.

And just like it happens to the people

On the edge of life.

I saw the flow of our relationship.

The first time we exchanged eye contact,

The first time she let hold her hand,

And the “good morning love” every day.

So I looked at her,

With my heart raging in my chest,

In despair asked her

“Why are you crying?”

She looked back and…

Smiled. (sigh)

Thank God I thought.

I smiled too. But I couldn’t stop this

Drop of tear running

From inside.