THE PROMISE

Zillion humble souls on the globe

with each promising you to be the hope

the hope when things go downhill,

the promise they make to every single jill.

 

The promise of never leaving you alone,

the promise that you’ll never be on your own.

The promise of accompanying you in the darkest of zones,

the promise of hearing your faintest of groans.

 

In the same world brimming with promises

hoax, unfulfilled, uncalled, callous promises

here I stand running short of words,

words to provide you with one of the accords.

 

The same accord of never leaving you alone,

the same accord that you will never be on your own

the same accord of accompanying you in all the zones,

the same accord of hearing all your groans.

 

But isn’t it what each of them said

before their promises and words begin to fade.

Isn’t it what they said before leaving you alone.

You sobbing, trying to handle it on your own.

 

It’s not that I’m here to promise you the world

neither am i here to promise you something complex and gnarled.

But some very simple things from me you can take,

some very basic promises I too do have to make.

 

Promise I make to hear all that you cite

from the busiest day to the most exhausting night.

Promise I make to adore all your flaws

and to keep praising you without a pause.

 

Promise I make to always be by your side,

to steal away all your tears that you might hide.

Promise I make to always be your smile,

to kick out all your pains, dour and hostile.

 

From whenever you want to weep your heart out

to whenever you want to have a nice hangout

I promise to be your most faithful sidekick,

I promise to be your cynosure gimmick.

 

And one more promise I would like to make

that I will always be what I am, not some counterfeit fake.

And just one promise I would like for you to make,

that you will always have that smile on your face, at least for my sake.

LITTLE THINGS

Sitting idle in the basement,

remembering your silly little things

while you aren’t here with me

in life’s dismal twirls and swings.

 

You were the one with all the music,

you were the one with all the lights

and now all that’s left after you

are the morbid,insipid nights.

 

Nights when we were together

dancing to the tunes of our heartbeat

falling, wasting ourselves to sleep.

But life is not always that sweet

 

especially after the day u just walked out

and misery stepped into your shoes

with smiles just following your trails

all that’s left is me and my blues.

 

Sitting forlorn on the frozen roof

much alike the heart and the soup

with that old rusted guitar of your’s

playing ‘careless whispers’ in a loop.

 

But songs don’t bring back people

at least not in our real lives,

where miracles seldom do happen

if only, isin’t it vives ?

 

But you will come back for sure

back to me, to answer my wishes.

You will come back i know

with your warmest hugs and sweetest kisses.

 

Till then it’s me, and are here

memories of the silly little things

that we used to bond over

in life’s beautiful twirls and swings.