Longing of the Soul-A Guest Post

This post is written by Snigdha Gautam, a friend of mine from Delhi. She is new to the blog so welcome her with arms wide open people!

The Bilge Master

Don't we all long for something, everyday?

Today for a better tomorrow

Tomorrow for something we lost yesterday.

Longing like a thirst that cannot be quenched

And wants us to keep pushing ,keep living 

Longing for freedom from ourselves to be whoever we want to be 

Longing for an inspiring soul 

Longing for a broken heart

Longing for a soul that understands you

Doesn't fathom you or judge you but accepts you

Despite all your broken pieces

And mends them to a whole again and again

I Want to Be Magic

I want to be magic

And wipe away your tears

With a twirl of my wand

I want to be magic

And make you smile

Every time you are sad

I want to be magic

And build you bookshelves

For the books you haven't read yet

And the ones close to your heart

I want to be the guy

Who kisses you under a lamp post

At midnight

I want to be magic

That gives you hope in the darkest of times

I want to be magic

And make you believe in life again

So that Tinkerbell can be saved

If you clap your hands

I want to be magic

That loves you and keeps you safe

From the wicked world outside

Above all I want to be the magic

That made you fall for me

All those years ago

One more time

The Bilge Master

Allie

He doesn't remember the date she sent him a friend request but he remembers they were talking about notebooks and Coldplay on a thread. He liked the t-shirt she had on in her dp and so he accepted. It was a t-shirt showing a dabbing panda. He found it funny. She was  funny, he now thinks in retrospection.

She told him texts irritated her, but she always replied to his texts. She called him too, now and then. Slowly a friendship developed . But they hadn't met yet. She was in Delhi, he was in Kolkata. She loved Kolkata. She'd heard all the stories about the City of Joy from her grandmother. She pinged him once and told him she would come and it was his responsibility to show her the city and the street food. He readily agreed, and is now waiting for her to come.

She is short and sweet, cute and intelligent, thoughtful and kind. When he feels low, he sends her a text. He always gets a reply. In the day and age of broken marriages, breakups after the third date and other such crap, it's rare to find something concrete and worth holding on to. People are fake. They say something, mean something else and do something else. But not her.

One day, she'll come. Hopefully it's during the Pujas. That way he can show her the city in all its splendour. Maybe he'll give her a hug. He doesn't know.

And so he waits. And while he is waiting he writes about her.

The Bilge Master

Date a Guy Who Reads

Date a guy who reads

For he always carries stories with him

Stories about worlds yet unknown

And those of friendship and love

Date a guy who reads

He will always carry a book with him

And read out to you amidst sips of coffee

At your favorite cafe

Date a guy who reads

For ink runs in his veins

And he knows all the quotes

"That which we call a rose

By any other name

Would smell just as sweet"

He can be funny or serious

But he will always keep you happy

Even after he passes, the books he gave you

Will remain as memories of your time together

And you will fall in love again and again

Date a guy who reads

The Bilge Master

In Memory of The Best Dog Ever

I am a writer

I create

Sometimes I create a prison

Sometimes a rose garden

My creations are large

They are small

And I work best with memories

Like the time we went for coffee

And it rained

That was the last time I saw you

My old friend

Before you left

To join the great gig in the sky

And now it is my duty

To make sure the world doesn't forget

Who you were

It's March, the day is gone

Another year has ended

And your picture remains in my heart

Every place I go, I think of you

And the good times we had

How you'd sometimes pee in excitement

At seeing me after a long time

The walks we took together

Listening to The Beatles

I thought that love would last forever

I was wrong

You couldn't bear to see me crying

You'd lick the tears away

Oh how I wish

How I wish you were here

But that is disrespectful

And you have more than earned your rest

Take care Chuni, wherever you are

And I will keep writing about you

So the world knows what you were

The Bilge Master

Jimmy's Got a Gun

Jimmy's got a gun

It goes bang bang bang

It's Jimmy's idea of fun

Jimmy's got a gun

A Winchester

With the sight set

Slightly to the right

He likes to see kids run

As he goes bang bang bang

Jimmy's got a gun

Ain't it fun

His friends are like him

They all have bloodstains

On their hands

And innocents die in the crossfire

As laws are just discussed

But not implemented or modified

Meanwhile Jimmy still has his gun

Ain't it fun?

The Bilge Master

Jane's Addiction

One prick and they're in your system

One whiff and you can't let go

You turn to liquids that are intoxicating

And it makes you feel good

Oh so good

As your blood turns to venom

You inhale one more time

And let the chemicals

Implode

You chain yourself up

And look for the key

But there's no way out

As the noose tightens

And you scream

Slowly and steadily

The chemicals take hold

And they won't let go

They won't let go

They won't...

The Bilge Master