iUnderstand

Fake once told me

"I'm exhausted"

"I'm abused"

"Explain", I said

It took me to busy streets

Where hundreds fake smiles

To cubicled workplaces

Where thousands fake know-it-all

To crowd-flowing parks

Where millions fake love

To cozy, dim lit bedrooms

Where zillions fake orgasm

And at last to a mirror

Where I saw myself faking strong

I nodded "Fake you must be really exhausted!"

iPen

Things we lost in the fire;

Those weren't just things,

The fluorescence we're born with,

The first rays of sunlight

Breaking through the blinds,

Wide, hearty smiles or

The aversion to half smiles,

Intense eyes,

Never-judging looks,

The comfortable silence,

Pictures of innocence,

Pillowtalks in the dark,

Tears after shooting the squirrel,

'Accept the good' notes,

Coldstone icecreams,

Heated up kisses of God,

Evergreen toys,

Chases to happiness,

A loss that can't be lost again

But what we've left

Is only hope, that believes

The fire was paid to clear

The mess made by rain

Leaving nothing,

Lightening everything.

And we still had each other.

* Based on one of my fav movies - Things we lost in the fire

iPossessive

Possessive love;

Staring at those admiring gazes at him

Cursing those sweet nothings to him

Massacring every one around him

Falls on his forehead

Disguised as kisses

Then to his lips

Lighting his heart

Burning the Amazon in his armpits

Making its way to

His insane love

In a rage

Rests back

In my heart.

iPoem

Who breaks butterflies on a wheel?

Who kills ants drowning in a milkshake?

Who burns trees caught in a fire?

Who poisons the breastmilk for a baby?

Who shoots at an injured soldier?

Who freezes ice?

Who kindles the sun?

Who darkens the night?

Who fakes facade?

Who begins the end?

He does.