Cubby!

Piece of my heart, the whole of my love.

Tickled most adorably, and floppy ears perpetually Cerelac-smelling.

Cubby, a space and time in my life - a life entwined with mine. Here's to many more sleepless nights, rooms smelling of pee, and dancing around his meals.

I love you.

neon lights

it's shadowy and loud

with not a moment of

quiet

or relief

until they turn on

the lights, spot on

it is in the music

and the revelry

that you realize

tum ho meri

main tumhara

chota sa

sansar humara

aage jaane

ram kya hoga

kehta hai jo

kahe zamana

tera mere

pyaar purana

aage jaane

ram kya hoga

fingers cling

with the hope

and the knowledge

paradoxes entwine

themselves

with the waving

mobile lights

and suddenly both

your hands

are held by

the same person

but not one

obsess

fret

cry

scream

fear

run

but come back

to love.

fireflies

fireflies

is where I started this journey

it was in a jar that

lights began twinkling

and it is now

almost an age later

that I drive through

under fireflies

which mark the moment

as the best part of the evening

one spent with friends

and deafening beats

but distance is what

creeps in

when you're not there

despite being there

distance creeps in

when your love hasn't

been yours

in as long as you remember

distance creeps in

when you haven't had a moment to

pause

to ponder

or just to do nothing

nothing at all

Jobs and Itunes

in your love, my salvation lies

in your love, my salvation lies

in your love, my salvation lies

in your love, in your love, in your..love

humming a tune

not known before

in your

life as you'd known it

stood beneath an

orange sky

these days

and nights

bought in exchange

for many a dreams

lost and shattered

i just feel

as if it's time

to pack and

leave

again

in transit

for the love of

brown eyes

and butter

and sanity

i will be found

again

when the locks

on my suitcase

are worn enough

and the souvenirs

from travels

stuck securely

to the fridge

when i have

home to come back to

and when friends

and the past

do not do this

on nights alone

in an empty house

the title now

makes sense

unintended

like the dent marks

we often put

on cars

and each other

in your love, my salvation lies

moonlit are the nights

gushing

and a lot of it

like the first

awkward moment

between you

and the one

you couldn't stop

thinking about

the night after

your first dance

you really did throw

your heels off

and dance like

a mad person

she tells you

how he still

gushes over

that one night

and inside

that eighteen-something-ness

takes over

you don't know

whether you wanna

turn old and grey

or stay right here

longing

and being longed for

summer songs

winter nights

monsoon rains

autumn leaves

and the colours

they bring

how many adventures

are you to bring

the smiles

and the tears

to continue

just don't

run out on me

dark highways and slanted faces

you are

my heart's

fulfillment

and there is

nothing left to

disagree with

one sole song

lasting me the

last hundred kilometres

it was you

just you

against the dark

unlit highway

it was you

against yellow beams

of travel

your face

and the meaning

of this existence

heavy eyelids

heavy from

exhaustion and

the hours between

now and when

you leave

there's been this night

and one last year

forever etched upon

me

my memory

not my playlist

a sunlit morning

i'm alone

but i'm not lonely

bring the sunshine

back to my eyes

wait for me

i'm not ready

to string words together

without music

to face cities

without you

as i turn page

over page

the thought

and smell

of my city

return

there's a different design

and purpose

behind that skyline

your fingers streak

sunsets there

as your breath

clouds my thoughts

i can only ink -

you can paint