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it has been years since
you have sailed away to
bluer waters and greener
but I still find myself sitting
at the shores where we used
to talk about nothing and
everything, still
hoping that after all this mess
you’d come back, your ship
breaking the monotony of
the gradient of the sea and



wait. wait for her, they said. she will bring color to your existence.

wait. they would regale me with stories of turtles and hares, friends that met each other after years, and lovers rewarded for their fortitude.

I would smile, wondering whether my dark eyes betrayed me – can anyone see through this desperate facade?

a story begs to be told –

they told me she would come.
she already came.

they told me she would bring color.
my life was a rainbow since I saw her.

they told me that she would be the light.
my life was radiant as the midday sun.

they never told me this –
that fires did die
and rainbows dissipate into thin air.

they would never know that prayers and patience could never dig through seven feet of rocky earth
nor could they bring back to life memories that brought me joy.

The Greatest Magician

He is the greatest magician –
He made coins, cards, and towers disappear
From sight. Through abracadabras and waved hands
Dimes, decks, and concrete returned to where they must.

The greatest trick he attempted had him
Losing her in a sea of words and gestures.
She vanished. Everything reappears after a while.
But she did not. She slipped through like water in one’s hands.
Nothing helped, not even elephants in the room that begged to be talked about.

9/10/15 (Stories)

we would stretch stories
until they covered day and night,
until the daylight in our eyes told us
that it was time for weary, reluctant sleep.

no topic was too mundane; we never found the other to be lacking in the depth department. never did half-baked, see-through
excuses to escape crossed our minds –
we only left when the other closed their eyes too soon.

one day, the discourse was about the future; she wanted to be an apologist for the wronged in a court of law. in the silence
between the keys I could not muster a reply, save that it has always been my desire
to spend it with her
to be with her
and nobody else.
the keys click-clacked almost as fast
as the beating in my chest.



We look to the heavens to seek our stories, but we often forget that they have their own, too. Here’s one.

One night, one of the older stars that dotted the sky took his son and sat him down. They faced outside and looked at the planets and rocks that drifted aimlessly. The father pointed to the planet Earth.

“Look there!” he said. “Look for the parts which seem to flicker in and out of sight.” The son did what his father asked, and was mesmerized by what he saw, islands that seemed to be and not be in seconds. He watched as these slowly rotated out of view.

“Wow!” the son exclaimed. “I’ve never seen anything like that! Usually around this time I’m just playing tag with my friends. That was beautiful, Dad! I’ll make sure to tell my friends next time.” The older star smiled.

“Did you know that the people in those islands say the same thing about us? They would look up to the sky and trace us from a distance. They tried making images and stories through us, and they would often look up and wonder at us.” The star cleared his throat and continued, “Whenever you were away playing with your friends, I could almost swear that I hear whispers, something about having their wishes granted. And I would pray for them so that their wishes may come true.”

“But they never knew that we would also be looking from afar, admiring the patterns of their man-made lights. They would never know that somewhere in the vastness of their night skies, millions of light years away, someone would be watching. Someone would observe them live, succeed in their careers, and watch them fall in and out of love. They may never know that there will always be someone rooting for them, always praying that they would succeed the first time. I would always shine a little brighter when they achieve their dreams.”

The father looked at his son, who had already fallen asleep. Someday, you’ll understand all these. They need us, and we need them. He stared at a distance, at the planet we call Earth. In a few hours another nation will look to the heavens.