You Remind Me Of You

Remember when you were a safe pair of hands?
a very lucky shot in the dark, a daily vacation?

Well I look at you now when the sands have shifted,
You remind me of you when you were a kind lover,
You, in the early stages of being smitten,
When your feelings were decorated with ardour, 
Understanding with brilliance and voice full of expression.
When you could not let me walk away
without any efforts from you to allay my agitation.

And now you walk around, like any other infirm person,
any ordinary guy in his late x0s, just anyone,
But I still stand here pretending to not care,
And managing to steal seconds within these seconds,
when everyone finds occupation to busy themselves,
to look at you
Cuz you remind me of you!

When you weren't this who you are now,
& when your need for discovery of variety wore a concealing gown,
when you weren't in like Flynn and your infamy hadn't got around,
When your pots of vices weren't filled and only virtue poured down,

When I wasn't this lost in the fog & could be found,
When we were in for every penny, in for every pound,
When I hadn't discovered I was skating on thin ice,
When I wasn't the deer, in your headlights, caught dead on the ground.

But now that the calendar pages have shifted,
And if I can beg a chance & luck to re-choose,
I shall restrain myself your slightest acquaintance,
Cuz your closets boast worse dangers than skeletons.

But I don't blame you any further than I can see, 
Should have known if I chose to lie down with dogs, I were to catch fleas,
can't blame the tea-pot and complain getting burnt,
Can't be flying with the crows & be surprised at getting shot.

You went heavy, with your inelegant reserve & gravity, on forming conjectures,
So, go ahead & name my refreshing candour, -  rebelling impoliteness,
For you remind me of the one for whom contempt only deepens,
With time and farther knowledge of his character,
& I see you for you, salt in the wound,
I see who you remind me of, 
- A fair-weather friend,
And as long as you remind me of you, 
I shall no longer sail close to the wind.

All my Friends Say

All my friends say, To them, you weren’t a ten, nor a 6.5,

To me you weren’t a ten, but much more than that,

I’ld give anything for the colours in your eyes,

And they surmised they saw in you Spencer Pratt.

You didn’t bring out just the good in me, you made me a worse person too,

You brought me out like the summer rays, monsoon rain,

And it made me feel more alive than I ever should.

& I know I would have come to hell if you were there,

Just to get my fix of you, to be drunk on you.

All my friends say, I’ld go out, get a drink,

And reach your front stairs and all I’ld want is one more kiss,

And it didn’t make sense to them or you,

That’s when I knew, it was time to let go of this,

You didn’t realize you drove me crazy, and you made me mad,

You had your spell on me and you didn’t acknowledge that.

And like the stars in the sky, the “Love you” from your lips,

All my friends say,

Like the Mehendi off someone’s hands, the tan on my skin,

You faded away.

So, maybe one last another drunk debauchery in your bed,

And one last time to keep my head on your chest,

All my friends say, when you came in my life I went love- crazy

All my friends say, you were never good for me.

I don’t know how much I believe that but I know

What we were did nothing but hurt,

And maybe it’s time I just let go,

With your outgoing to another number and heart to another girl,

Can’t pray to 11:11 for you to stay when you are long gone,

Can’t blame anyone when the bank is already robbed.

So I aint coming back to your side,

I do like you a lot but I gotta let this die.

You were a tornado wreck in the middle of b’ful pastures,

Could amuse at the absurdity or censure the raillery of nature,

Like a snow caused accident in the middle of a road,

Overwhelming and scary when looked at yet impossible to ignore,

You were like home to me still an unfamiliar family.

All my friends say,

We went wrong in all the right ways,

Yet I held you tighter the first night our shadows bled,

Than I then had the right to do,

And he’s your first boyfriend we wish you never had,

All my friends said.

February in my bed.

It’s 6 am, Im still battling our memories, thanks to you.

What month is it June ? No, September.

Been up since when, I don’t remember,

Since my bed is a February night in an Arctic nation,

Im afraid, you took away my peace,

when you took away your passion,

And you took away all of it, real well, like a hungry beggar.

Just come back once and take away these memories aswell,

Like how You wanted what made us happy, before u’ld completely wake up.

A girl full of whiskey in demeanour of Ganga jal,

So unashamed, untamed and unapologetically original.

Your fire was the kinetic energy of the waterfall, the blue of the flame,

Accelerator of a car, Turbulence of a plane.

And now you left the turbulence in my head,

I sit with my friends, I make-up names,

And talk incessantly about you and me,

Till they are tired of me and call it a day,

But I still must talk about you,

Like I’m doing now, to you.

To the one, with the fire and the passion and flaming self-respect,

Do you see anything beyond it, like what emotions can beget?

You are everything one needs,

You are money to me, you don’t care about anything,

and now you don’t care about me.

I turn my days into nights,

With my mind full of your memories and heart full of sighs,

Amidst all my arguments with myself, you come to me,

Quietly, beneath the sheet of the night,

Driving on the roads that look like black lace lost its shine,

You come in like the old times, with a smile,

So secretive, I’m sure that even the moon didn’t find,

your connections shouldn’t know cuz they would assail,

You told me, and I laughed cuz it’s like the old times,

Let me guess, you followed your instincts, cuz ur instincts never fail.

I can’t help but wish this night never ends, Sun never shows,

and you my dear, never ever go,
I ask you, selfishly, You miss me?
"If I miss you, I'll miss you like the waves miss the shore."
You tell me,
"If I dont, You're a blur memory, a thought, nothing more."
I'm hanging on the former,

Now my room’s not a February night anymore,
Fuck with whatever issue that rose,
To hell with the promises we made,
the bitter memories that came in the way,
Bury the arguments, boundaries, ignore what caused this pain,
No taking sides, Let's not fight tonight,
We are both right and both wrong, equally or eaually not at all,
Let's not stress, come to me easy, like you did before.

And now the east wind cant crash my hopes,

But it still came in and crashed my window,

I wake up, you aren’t here.

If this wind didn’t hit, or if you were this wind,

or if I had never hidden the skeletons to begin with.

Now I hope I don’t think of you,

Or I see you when I close my eyes,

Oh you never used to close your eyes,

Oh I miss your fire on this February night,

sitting here without a Valentine.