But, I’m a poet

There was a light, an aura, shining against the crowd
someone different, someone new
someone i never met, someone fascinating,
someone to meet again and again

It’s not a lie when i say
everything faded into background
except You;
I’m just a poet, you know

Often i overemphasize, inhibitions and emotions
Exaggerate an instant with eloquent words
Romanticize every possible happening on earth
Read into more than one should

Maybe it was just a passing a moment
But
I am a poet;

©Christin
Image courtesy- my new found Hobby😚


I don’t believe you

I never believed it
When you said
“You can either love me or hate me
There is no between”
I smiled
You just had no mediocrity

Emotions were always loud
Even make the deaf feel something
Expressions bright as the day
Even those behind shut doors and heavy gates couldn’t escape
You were just that magical!

You could envelope one in your heart
In minutes of meeting
You were just that magical!

You were warmth personified
When you cried like a child
Got angry with a pout
Jealous throwing tantrums everywhere

I always wondered
How could someone hate you
Such sunshine and warmth in a box
Who could not love you?
So the statement aforesaid wasn’t true

Life took its turns
And Here I am
still unable to believe you
Because today
I’m standing in middle

I have loved you
And could never hate you
SO here I’m standing in middle
Unflinching immovable
Standing my ground
In the middle of nowhere;

A letter from a concerned consumer

Dear samose-wale-bhaiya,

First of all thank you for the yummy golden delicacies which lightens my soul, lets not talk about body. Here is a little suggestion, not on your cooking skills which give way to 200 plus samosas daily or the hygiene of the same, i would like to trust you, despite what others say. It is about you pouring hot sizzling water of your chai-pan with utter generosity on the opposite green banyan tree, that is not so green anymore. i appreciate your effort of saving water and watering trees, as trees-save-life, but the tree couldn’t accept your sizzling generosity, as it’s leaves have turned brown and no new leaves are growing. But the poor thing couldn’t say it out loud to you out of modesty, so here i am, with no intention to hurt you, with utmost humility, please refrain from pouring chai-pan water on the tree. As for your tree-saving drive, give it good cool water even once a day and it will be green and happy in no time. You know its all about the cool these days.

Your cool-customer

This is my first time writing a satirical piece. Any suggestions, criticism or feedback are most welcome.

Home

Baffled, befuddled
Amongst the rush
Watching people everywhere
Loneliness swarmed in

Befuddled tripping on my steps
Managed to move
Where I didn’t know?
No place made a difference

And I felt my phone
Pressing against my chest
I called you
Not so
You could help me
I just wanted to see you
In my adrenaline rushed state
How I made my way to you?
I wonder ,but a little
For I could only go to you

I thought I would hug you
Maybe cry a little
Maybe whine a dime
Just tell u how much you mean to me.

But when I reached
And I saw you
I forgot the whining
Crying and all sorts of pain
Unlike the movies
Didn’t rush into your arms
Cause
The black of your eyes
Calmed all the storms
Blazing flames of anxiety
Turned snowflakes of serependity
I didn’t say anything
Walking with you did wonders
Just listening to you
Reduced the screams within me

And i didn’t even know
When this wide curve came
On my face,
This person was content and just smiling.
Well it feels like I returned home.
My home came to me.

Balcony and Autumn night

wind is rustling through my messy ponytail, you know how i don’t keep them open for they get tangled easily, here i am standing in my balcony in nothing but light summer clothes. It’s just autumn some would say, wind is cool and meditative, indeed, still makes me shiver a little, but I have cold blood even in a sweater in Sabrina Carpenter’s words. I wonder if you would nag at me to wear a pullover if that’s the case, but i am lazy you know. More importantly I like this numb feeling, it feels the world has paused a little for good, for me to just look at it. To look at this street from my balcony, where kids hide and seek, dogs tail each other and run and people are just enjoying their me time with their earphones in. A voluntary smile takes over my face , and I look upto the stars, not so many but their is one that shines very bright. and  I wonder if you are looking at it too, how nice it would be to gaze a night sky full of stars and showered by the starlight, I know, I know my imagination takes over , but I know that you like it too. I still ponder if your eyes would shine a little brighter under the mystical hue,would there be a smiling me in reflection of your eyes. I am not sure if you just like my wild stories and daydreaming or the thought of me and you. You would laugh hard, but what would you answer i wonder, I wonder in my balcony this autumn night.

Effortless.

One tired of efforts,
Other didn’t want to appear greedy,
One believing not capable of love,
Other thought it to be cynical,
One never had expectations,
Other never demanded anything,
Still the time spent
was enticing enough
to hold these fools together,
Until truth settled in,
Both were fully capable
and brimming with love,
Just Misfit for
popular relationships,
Theirs was just an effortless union;

You are doing fine.

To all those who are in pain and hurt and still hopeful.


It takes courage to say you are okay.
Collecting compassion and hope to  be okay
Persisting to smile through chaos to be okay
Calming your inner child to be just okay
And trying and trying being hopeful
Someday you actually start feeling okay.


I came across a beautiful post by Allison that told me, it is fine to feel both hurt and hopeful, at the same time. “To loathe the dystopian reality we are living in and at the same time fight for a better future with fierce compassion and strong conviction.”in Allison’s words.

Just tell yourself today that you are doing just fine. It is absolutely fine to take it easy sometimes.

Love, Christin