Misplacing things habitually,
making faux passes in public,
and then tripping on things,
that lie right in front of me!
I fidget with new things,
store old trash,
cling on to my past and
refuse to see beyond today!
I always wondered what you saw in this piece of imperfection,
that constantly drives the boundaries of sanity to the wall
and makes every simple deed a case of psychosis!
I didn’t make all the right choices, I never have
I even flirted outright in front of u!
I tried out crazy things
demanded more from my body and mind
and bought those tired bones back home everyday!
I delved deep in the dark water of depression and
then swung out with gusto and flew with the winds of ecstasy!
Asking you to wait at every turn.
I threw tantrums, demanding undivided attention,
Swinging from one mood to the other
and letting my compulsive disorders rule the decisions I made.
I have baggage
and I carry it with me on many a great evenings,
the weight of which you bear many a times.
The madness, the energy, the absentmindedness,
Can love never be easy?
For as Rumi says: Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be.
After finding a book of poems by Piyush Mishra, I want to post more of his work on the blog.
A small snippet only this time:
Woh kaam bhala kya kaam hua
jis main dil roh jaye
Aur woh ishq bhala kya ishq hua
joh aasani se ho jaye.
What of that work
that would make your heart cry
And what of that love
that would happen just so easily.