Darjeeling Girl

I was always alive, but, to me, that was never good enough

I wanted to rise, to truly fall in love

Fights & mad love, highs & break-ups, I have no regrets

My life changed & became much more since the day we met

I loved painting my life with my darjeeling girl

Changing her name to rain, to borsha, to pearl

I loved watching her make her tresses uncurl

Pulling them straight with the dangerous slip-iron

Straight or curls, she was always prettier than those copy-cat posers

I was so stupid, should’ve knocked her up

Our kids, bratty & bitchy, strutting their stuff

Would have lived like they ruled the world

I meet her in my dreams, flowing fearlessly along my sprinting blood

She’s at peace even as she swims from my head to heel like a flood

One night we are smashing & make love in synchronized dreams

Next night we’re crashing, our love blown away by tsunami

All these monster cities destroying the soul of our love

Love’s an outcast, lost & torn in these barren suburbs

I don’t know if I will make it till tomorrow

I want to do it all now & leave the earth without sorrows

With her, I wanna pack a rucksack, run away from the city’s maddening din

Forge new names, get on a jet plane, sedate the pilot & hijack the damn thing

Take it to magical shores where the trees dance & fireflies sing

Transcend all human boundaries

Abandon the shoes, liberate the feet

Hit the grass & twerk to the wildest beats

Piggyback her to the beach, fly kites over the bluest seas

And watch ‘em disappear into the mystical galaxies

Storm into the streets, caressing, embracing the sweetest rain

Dash through the woollen clouds & pelting hail

Walk on the rivers, hang off the trees

Climb up the mountains, share cocktails with the fairies

Do countless shots of Bailey’s Irish cream

Hide in the caves & smoke the finest Malana cream

Jump into the waters of the fiercest waterfalls

Die & resurrect like jesus in each other’s arms

Forget what’s real & what’s a dream - forget the fears & forget to sleep

Run with her, break earth’s doors & make love endlessly

Wrap my arms & lips along hers & kiss like cheeky ducks on a frosted lake

Kiss her so long that the cake catches fire which we had left in the oven to bake

Hop on the galloping horse with her & carry on our wanderlust

Of all the books, Batman, Nolan, Salinger, my love for her comes first

Sit next to her when she’s under the weather

Make her tea & her favorite veggies & serve ‘em with smiling flowers

Run my hands through her hair

Watch soccer & tell her about the greatest players

Sell my books to wannabe sapiosexuals

Let the royalties fill my pockets with millions

 Put that dough to use on a pair of silicone implants

And get that elusive house for her aunt

Love doesn’t tell you when it starts

Love doesn’t tell you when it departs

Love is a lot like the brilliant sun;

It disappears at night but never abandons

I know I have felt her moving along my blood

All the hurt, that’s deep in us, is surely all worth

I know I want her now & I want her in our next birth on this hellish earth

I imagine the butterfly effect; imagine our lives where we never meet

I think of that & my heart stops to beat

I meet girls & then I don’t know what to say to them after the second date

I know she’s the one, perhaps I’m saying this all too late

Greatest days will melt & the cruellest nights will disappear

One day, we’ll be gone & no one will even care

But nothing, not even time will erase the dreams we played

The letters, our photographs & the love we made

I walk into my room, glance at the walls filled with her photographs

They’re also plastered on the walls of my heart

I touch my body & read the stories we’ve sketched

No one but I can see them, veiled they’re protected from theft

Million love stories later into the history when the world has erased us from its diaries

We’ll still float unbroken in the misty cold skies along the sweet honey bees

Till we’ve picked our last breath

Till we’re ready to be hitched by death

Till we can no longer get off the bed

Till we’re one, till we’re alive, not dead

If life lets me choose someone to be by my side when I’m almost done

I’ll pick my darjeeling girl over all else in the imaginary & real world

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If you become great I won’t give a damn

If you fail terribly I won’t give a damn

Old, married, fat, weird, even if you start eating strawberry jam & weigh 1987 kilograms

About you, Parul, I will always give a damn