Personal Thoughts, Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

Flickering streetlights


The flickering streetlights

In the dark,

Reminded me of the fireflies

I met, while I was twelve.

When my Pappa took me out

To see a full moon in all its glory

In the open field where a cherry tree stood.

I wasn’t matured then but

Innocent and curious I was

And no darkness didn’t instill,

Any pain in me, the fireflies was enough.

But now as I walk through

This silent street, which once was busy,

Where now only empty windows and

Caged dreams reside,

And lights flickered in neglect while

Streets were filled with shame,

I think to myself

How well the world has changed,

For maturity is a book now

And innocence a bane,

And fireflies aren’t enough anymore

Or the flickering lights.

And as the alleys darkened more

The lights asked me to run,

If not then it would be my turn to change.


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© 19/02/19 The Rendezvous Club

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This poem was written in response to a writing challenge by The inked squares

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Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

Across the wall


The fresh leaves of

Balmy spring morning

Asked me to write a song

On the chemistry

We once shared and

How it all ended

Right where it started.

When all I ever wanted

Was to imagine my skies

Filled with your stars and

Remain blissfully oblivious.

To the downfall

We didn’t realize

We had been building

A wall between us

All this while.

I don’t know who

But the grass were

Cold and crying

The dews were salty,

The chemistry we once shared

Disappeared like the

Twinkle in your eyes.

The wall we built in between

Made it hard for me to

Hear your voice,

To hear the various

Frequencies of your

‘ I love you ‘ dancing

Inside my ears.

But now it is done

And the wall remains

But my heart misses

Your warm embrace

In every cold morning

When wind passes by.

In collaboration with Nirant Gurav


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©17/02/19 The Rendezvous Club &
The Poem Zone.
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Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

Your Magic


I spilled coffee on you

When we first met,

Ever since then

You smelled like coffee to me

And all my morning

Cup of coffee

Smelled like you.

The sun calls out your name

When it sets,

Because all the stars

In the night sky

Comes from within you.

And all the night sky’s magic,

Fall into you

To bloom as flowers,

From your eyes.

Enticing me, to fall in your love,

To surrender my heart,

To surrender my life,

To surrender my breath,

All to you.


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© 12/02/19 The Rendezvous Club

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Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

Our story


I’m not a great story teller

But I do write stories

Actually I just write our story

In a million different ways

And every time it ends the same

With you breaking my heart

And mending it again,

To break it even more

To hear it crack,

To write your name

Against each broken pieces of my heart

And call it yours, while

You don’t give me yours.

You dance with me and

Disappear as I twirl,

While my loose hair

Unties from the bun,

You leaves me standing there

In that dress and messed up hair.

While I dance to the slow sad music

” Silence ” and still feel your breath there

In the room.

As time flies by,

The stories they change

You and I are to blame.

And under this moonlight dome

I sit and write,

Another one of our story

Not to be read by you

But to be felt by pain and

I mourn you

Just the same.


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Personal Thoughts, Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

At least for you

When I said that I couldn’t breathe

I thought that you’d hear me,

Hear my heart composing odes

To all my heartbreaks.

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When I said that I was sad

I thought you’d feel the salt in my words

And know that my tears had

A story to tell.

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When I said that I trusted you

I thought that you’d understand that

I meant ‘ I love you’

And things beyond that .

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When I said that I’m subpar

I thought you’d say

I am good,

At least for you.


©09-02-19 The Rendezvous Club

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Personal Thoughts, Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

I opened the door


I remember the day when my whole world came crashing down on me. When my yesteryears sin came knocking on my door and I let it in. when I let it hold me and take control of me and made space for it in my heart, again. Walking past the dead cells caused by cuts and bruises which has not yet turned into a dried up scar and is still raw, I could sense death. The doom of me was lurking in ever corner and i could find traces of that in my skin which was once alive and glowing. I could foresee the impending death of the purity in my soul, which I had gained through years of resistance and repentance.

I tried resisting my heart , but the words that darkness painted in front of me made it hard for me to resist the temptation. I tried pulling by the chain, which once helped me contain my inconsistent heart but with every pull my heart ached and so did I and I finally gave in. I opened the door and I gave in.

Now I lay here collapsed at the center of my youth, not being able to pick myself up from my putrid vomit of my sin, begging my Lord to give me one more chance and to restore my strength again, while the air was filled with asphyxiating stench of betrayal.

“I am sorry”.


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