Two Galaxies Mixed Together and Created Spatial Warfare

What would happen if you took two galaxies and mixed them together?

Two galaxies merging and creating a partially blended mix of stars from each galaxy in the process. How stellar is that? It takes a million years for it to happen though.

When you look up at the sky at night, don’t you wonder if love uses the same logic that we named blunder. Stellar things take a million years and he waited for her for two! He wrote an entire book about falling in love with distant constellations and about how he would start with her all his conversations. Mocking his belief for the luminous dust, his heart was blamed for being silly about falling in love with a form of rust. All his writings had one thing in common. They were sad, but not in a way that will make your heart weep; it made you think what’s wrong with this guy, what does he grieve? The greatest tragedy of his love was that it held him to a ransom, for someone who wouldn’t save him even at random. Knowing this broke his heart, one thousand thousand chips more than the bursts of the galaxies in parts. And he used every shard he had to rip open anyone who tried to love him again. That’s the trouble with the ‘Big Bang’, we never saw when one universe started by ending another. There’s always a storm of rupture creating cosmic dust so he avoided the bruises that love cast upon him and started the warfare.

In the afterglow of the ‘Big Bang’, gravitational waves and magnetic theories, she showed up to each one of the wars and wore the scars as proof like poetry. She showed up. She didn’t get thrown to the space wolves simply to forget that she was an alpha that wrote the omega. And this is why she showed up, to life with him.

Through the glass she looked


She was the innocent child thrown out to the wolves and learnt to crave his knife to lead the pack instead. Adventure was her snowflake that beckoned her to come out and play. Through the looking glass at the end of the tunnel she stood; taking her breath away was the last thing on his mind. She was never his or her own. She belonged to something far too unknown. She detested recycled stories of boy-meets-girl. Yet, she got entangled in his dream catcher and all she could do was stare. Weak men ran away from her cause they lacked the strength to fix the broken. He was a fixer and knew exactly how many and where the stitches go!

A Game of Peek-A-Boo in A Frame

A late night walk in the corridors that she didn’t know a year ago,
She stared at the twins as they put on a show.
They played hide and seek, finding herself alone on that street;
She watched them gamble with the dice,
the amusement of finding one’s vice.
Treating it like a game, she found this and never felt the same.
Everyone begs to be found, you’ll always have something to hide,
All you need to do is free your imprisoned pride.
Let’s call a truce and change the spots,
shuffle the same old rules by marking on ‘em new dots.
Shake up your faith and stop playing the fool,
let’s pretend its your first day back at school.

She stands in front of you, fifty-one floors under,
this game of hide and seek wasn’t her biggest blunder.
She was a swimmer but knew how to drown first,
for others who only saw in her the worst.
Never made an effort to grab onto a float,
she rejoiced her drown, with a cocktail of happy-gloat!
Sometimes she wondered if she drowned in the depths of her own heart, the sound of a raging drum proclaimed her to start.
So she picked up her mighty pen; seven, eight, nine and ten;
inscribed the digital ink with experiences in sums,
Ready or not, here she comes!

Build me a Rib Cage

If there was one thing in the world I know for sure, is a broken heart will find no cure. Your heart will cling to every last drop of blood it drains, your eyes will speak of every bone it strains: Words as such had been spoken into her mind, yet she fell in love with his kind.

Build me a rib cage that will protect my heart against his magnetic stance, clasp the blinkers tighter so my love doesn’t stand a chance. It was no one’s fault but mine, it was my heart that runs on a faulty artery line. I cracked open my rib cage to selfish tongues, exposed the love that breathes air into my lungs.

We shared the same blue skies and I walked his holy ground, all I wanted was to hear his heart’s sound. Walked into his palace on a day the stars worked overtime, and made the winds whistle with the dancing chime. Rainfall filled the darkness making them unheard, lighthouse to lighthouse I walked without saying a word.

What made the distant cities wonder, skyfalled people that mocked its thunder. With a heart from built by nightmares and eyes like two constellations of fire, she kissed him leaving him in a bottomless well of desire. Her heart of boundless benevolence met with a glow of his magnificence; Only to realise it was just a dream, the reality she lived in drove her to extremes.

One day felt like he is right around the corner and the love she felt grew stronger, Some days feel like he is impossible to achieve, is this the fate she had to believe? Her life swings in-between this one day and some day!
She had late night conversations with her imaginary lover, when she woke up her suffering felt like a heart shoved under a tower.

My heart inside my rib cage has been marked as easily flammable,
proceed with caution it may not be explainable.
Build me a rib cage and lock away its vault,
they singled out the heart as if it was the one at fault.

If only I could get a date

For a girl who grew up on a heavy dose of E.E. Cummings, John Keats and William Shakespeare; she knew that love was a hit and miss in the tragedy of a world that swipes right or double-taps to get someone’s attention.

In cafe, by the city highway;
In the middle aisle, future ex-lovers sitting across from each other (in denial)
Oblivious of that making their hearts flutter,
will one day deplete their tissues causing all the clutter.
Dating someone is defined by the number of likes their happy selfies got on ‘gram
Happiness becomes subjected to camera rolls that won’t give a damn.
These will someday be empty deleted items notifications just like their soul,
In flashback you can see how he made her eyes roll.

All dates including these come with an expiry (date):
love doesn’t happen by chance, the wise ones say its fate!
If only I could get a date for once,
love wouldn’t pronounce me as such a dunce.

Do not mute it’s beauty, I will not fulfil my duty

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If I wore a ring with a heart on it and it dint come from someone else’s deep pocket,
Would you mute its beauty, ’cause I dint fulfil my duty?

I will still wear it.

The Quaint Bar I Seek

The quaintness of a bar in the heart of my city breathes an air of charming, old-fashioned walls, it echoes of the days and night I sat there drinking my gin and tonic pouring my words onto pieces of paper or into hearts.. it reminds me that modern life is convenient but the quaintness of certain walls never die!