You win.
every time i write of you
you win.

All I looked for
When I came here
Was a piece of the sky I could call my own

My matchbox room in Vijaynagar
Looked up at a sky
That looked nothing like it

Here in Indravihar though
I have a sky of my own
Bigger than I am used to.

Some days I feel so fragile
I feel like I'll break
If I take another breath.

The sky doesn't help then
Neither do you.
Nor does anything as such.

But that night
When the distance finally invaded us
All that saved me

Was the steady glow
Of a cigarette
In the verandah opposite mine.

Crushed

So there you are,
Teasing and enticing
a hot pink square
by a circle of green

my first crush in delhi

my first crush at 22
you make me go all dizzy
like most crushes do.

i see you everyday
in red bricks and hearts
through smoky distances
but you seem galaxies apart :(

i feel all elizabethan
writing love poems for you
when halfway across the city
you have no fucking clue

but the first thing i noticed
on the first day i met you
was that your eyes were like storms
and that's the best i can do

for storms drive me crazy
with their madness and their calm,
and if that's just what your eyes did,
i can't even imagine... damn.

we haven't talked much
i believe i'm too shy,
but somehow, for some reason,
i don't want to try.

this seems it,
though unfinished and cruel,
but without any distance,
there'd be no pull

so stay away from me,
so i can love you from afar
but maybe sometime,
we can go out for dinner?