A Replay

I wish there were some way I could relive my life,

Correct all the mistakes, 

Take back all the harsh words, 

Remove abuses,

Delete the preconceived notions and ideas that I fostered,

Say Yes to the right people, 

Say No to the wrong ones, 

Say Maybe when I was confident,

Speak confidently when I have been scared,

And do all these things in life,

Have second chances,

And still be exactly where I am today.

Exactly where I am today. 

- Vinaykrishnan.

(I Love You, Nishtha. Thank you for everything.)

Miracles

There is something about a child's smile that makes me think, Miracles do exist. It's plain obvious. That twinkle in its eyes, the smile that starts from the child's lips, and ends in our hearts. Amazing.

I wonder how many miracles I see everyday, but fail to take notice only because they seem mundane at the first glance.

The twinkling of the stars. The colors of the world. The sights through a colored bottle. The print on a newspaper. The chill that I get when I open the refrigerator door. Counting down to zero the seconds left at a traffic light. The sound of her voice on the phone. The chinks of sunlight that are filtered by the clouds. The smell of damp earth. Subtitles in a foreign language movie. Waves continuously lapping the shore. The background in a photograph. The way water droplets form on the outside of a bottle containing cold water. The plaster that breaks and cracks when the ceiling becomes wet due to a water leakage. The way the letters curl and join together in cursive script. The way hermit crabs learn all on their own that they need to get inside a shell.

I don't think too many would agree with me on the things above being miracles. But I think they are. And that's what matters to me.

- Vinaykrishnan.

Hurting

I try to make myself numb from the pain
Of being away from You,
But it does get worse when I do feel it,
It stings the most when I miss Your embrace,
And just as I begin to hate this pain and sadness that I have inside of me,
I realize
That this is what makes me human.

This is what reminds me again of my love
For You.

- Vinaykrishnan.

You

I can see where I go now,
Your light shows me the way,
It is easier now for me to go places,
As You hold my hand
And lead me to sights - wondrous and spell-binding.

You still always manage to leave me speechless, while I am left capable of only thinking
About things I want to say to You.

That's when that amazement
Becomes this poetry.

- Vinaykrishnan.

To Be Here

To ask what I am doing here
When I should be somewhere else
Is not something I would like to answer any more.
It hurts.
It hurts to think more about something that is already on my mind all the time in any case.
Like a cyclical overlap.

But somewhere You teach me to wait,
And gain the fruits of patience,
Meritoriously.

Maybe, my being here,
Alone,
Doing this,
Right now,
Will lead to my being there,
With You,
Doing that.

- Vinaykrishnan.

The Sea And The Sun

The sun shines and throws warmth on my face,

It feels like you’ve held my hand,

The long trail of glimmering water that leads from the oars to the horizon,

Golden. Orange. Flickering, but ever-present.

No matter where I go, the path to the sun follows,

Beckons me at moments, stays aloof at others;

Waves jump at me at times, spraying me all over,

They die under the boat at times.

Reminds me of you, really.

The way you never let me go, the way you’re always there for me.

The way you need me at times, and stay distant at some moments.

The way you pour out the torrents of your emotions at me at times,

And stay silent at other moments.

I think it’s most primal of all traits of woman and man,

To be like the sea and the sun…

Ever changing, but ever together.

- Vinaykrishnan.

Trails of Hope

Trails of rocks that continue the island’s existence,

Like the dots at the end of an incomplete sentence…

Giving hope of a new sentence,

Of a new life,

Hope that someday the tectonic plates may tilt and that the earth may shift,

And give birth to something more magnificent.

- Vinaykrishnan.