I know you are busy.
I know you are setting up new life, a new house for yourself.
I know your time is trapped in the new modalities of your renewed self that demands your attention immediately.
I know you are embedded between the pen and paper that are going to fetch you currency notes.
I know you are stuck in the chaos of traffic that consist of humans, just like you, making a beeline to their home.
I know you are glued to the imaginary numbers on the screen that shall fetch you real happiness.
I know you are lying down on your bed paralyzed by the exhaustion of a days work.
I know you are really busy.
But don't forget to come back home to me.
Con él, solo con él
el frío desaparece de mi piel
Una hoja en blanco se transforma
en palabras manchadas,
y en mis noches heladas
tu recuerdo se transforma
en abrazos a mi almohada
Mis pensamientos de todo el día
se convierten en sonrisas a escondidas
Mis sueños de cada noche
serán la conversación de mañana
aunque no lo notes
Y las ganas de mi finde
serán la razón para no dormirme.
Contigo, amor mío
mi futuro ya está escrito.
Taste the tobacco off my chapped lips once again
And let me embrace your shattered soul
To fix it with my not so resilient but warm breaths
To melt your skin
And mould you back into the person I loved
Let me kiss the pain
From that broken heart
That drenches your eyes
And drowns your dreams
In those saline tears.
Let me taste the gore
Dripping off the narrow crevices on your skin
That engulfs you in bitterness
For I know,
In it's particles
Love still breathes.
Let us for one last time
Intertwine into each other
To disentangle our own selves.
Shower me with your presence for one last time
So that for this once,
When you depart
You don't take a part of me along.
In summers I sat by fire
With a muffler choking me
And my breaths freezing.
I took solace around the snow
Lying naked on the white sheet
Barely concealing the chapped skin.
In autumn I held tight to the loose branches
And the colorless world.
I let go of life
To lie crumpled, like a leaf
While everyone bloomed.
I sat in a corner
In utter darkness
And when it was day
With my eyes closed
I searched everywhere for the light
The faint ray of hope
I loved you when I couldn't even get myself together
When I couldn't even love
And hated you when I was all in love with you.
I wish you understood
I wish you realised
I wish you mended
This unbroken so...
I returned home an hour ago from bangalore. Things never go as planned. I was supposed to return with my friend but since mom asked me to join her for New Year celebration, I had to rush back home. Uncle never came to pick me up at the railway station. Looks like he's still angry with me. I completely understand why he was not willing to let me travel. I realised it an hour ago. It's New Year eve. The trains were packed. I should have reserved my ticket. It was chaos everywhere. I was not even sure if I would return home tonight or be stranded somewhere. This is why uncle never wanted me to go. Oh but I can't help it. My friend needed me. I went shopping. I ate and ate and ate delicacies. I c...
After 6 years I returned "home",
Home with family and friends,
Home with familiarity I once thought I knew,
But many has changed,
I have changed,
Or rather - I have found myself...
I does not belong here,
For once in 6 years,
I felt the immense sorrow of losing solitude,
I am homesick - at home...
Oh take me back to Kampar,
A sleepy town I found me,
Where every morning is an affirmation,
My spirit sets out to sail and search,
And every night is a promise
Of my wondering soul returning home...
How I longed for the solitude once again,
Of a place a called mine,
One so refreshing and surreal,
Where I am all alone - peaceful and quiet...
I yearn once again,
For the e...
The best and most beautiful things
in the world cannot be seen or
they must be felt with the heart...
May we never miss
a dream to fight for,
a project to be done,
something to learn, a place
to go and someone to love...
I was an itinerant
Wandering on the path of heartbreak,
And when I was lost,
My footsteps leading the wrong way,
I knew you were still there.
Like the pole star,
Up in the horizon that was devoid of life, or colors
Guiding me with your love.
Turning the storms inside me,
Into a placid ocean of memories
Drenching the ocean with saline tears,
Like a metronome.
Taking away the tedium
Moving across the sky looking balletic
Overshadowing the beauty of the moon,
As you light up the night sky, now too seraphic.
I quivered slightly in the melancholy,
With a tremulous voice
I scalded in your existence, yet again.
You saddened me with your stolidity,
And yet spangled my soul.
I squinted a...
My home is the world
My home is where
I have a feeling of warmth
Home is an area
With an oh so cool breeze
Home is not just my house
But any place,
I fall in love with.
Travel allows me,
To have multiple places
That I now call home.
I am not myself anymore;
so many emotions that
I am not able to feel
not even a little,.
I don’t have
a vision, not a future.
In the deepest monstrosity,
through the merciless wheeled of time
I found myself alone,
without words, without light,
without that soft and warm ray of light.
Divine light, that came from the sky,
a gift from the universe itself.
But my only hope and salvation has became my punishment.
Real love is all I want,
but day by day
I’m loosing it,
I’m loosing my only weapon that I can use
to I can fight to stay alive.
Destruction is falling on front of me.
Fire and completely chaos
has became my home.
An endless suffering,
anxiety, just gained a big part o...
After your departure,
You're somewhere stuck in the labyrinth
Of our cheerful memories
Cherished every night with a cup of coffee,
Before the dawn exploits their volatility
And vaporises them.
Your existence holds me captive
And I caress the memories,
The pain that makes me gasps for air
Is transited to words
Words, woven into sentences.
And these entwined alphabets strike hearts
You're lost in a world unknown
Immeasurable distance apart.
The world you're lost in, is there no sorrow of broken loneliness?
Or the quietness
Of a silent torment.
For you're more than just poetry,
And way beautiful than art.
Each tear that drenches the chapped skin
Of my cheeks every night
Wishes to ...
In pain I found love,
And in love I found pain.
What a vicious circle life is, my dear friend!
For in remembrance I found solace,
Solace for eternity,
And when I walked on the path of time,
Eternity was intertwined with infinity,
Amidst these tangled strings I found you again,
And I couldn't help but fall for you,
Over and over again
After all this time.
After all these seasons have gone by.
For my love is autumnal,
And you're the summer warmth.
You might not be there in my vision whenI breathe my last,
And I don't want to bid adieu to this world without being held captive by your eyes.
What if depart without your presence around me?
This is the thought that scares me,
For my heart knows no tunes apart from your mellifluous voice's melody,
Free me of this fear, my dear love.
For this aching heart wants a last memory rather than a fear during the final asphyxiation from the air of regrets.
"You'll quit smoking, I know."
"I don't know if I'll be able to." I replied.
"Oh, I know!" She replied, too adamant.
"How do you put so much of faith in someone who doesn't trust his own self?"
"That's the power of faith, my friend." She hit back.
"I've seen the powerful without power, the rich without bread and the broken without love. And that's life, my dear friend. Wrinkled faces smiling and teenage hearts aching."
"You write so beautiful. All that time you spend in smoking and drinking, why don't you spend it in writing?", came the question.
"That spirit is a magic potion that let's out the supressed words. A river of painful words from plethora of mistakes."
I love packing up. I am yet to discover why I'm so fond of packing up and leaving. I love travelling. Probably that's one of the reasons why I love packing up. I hardly get to travel. I am yet to discover places within the city I live in. That's how much I get to travel. Due to reasons better known to uncle, I'm not allowed to go out often. So it's kinda boring. Staying home always is nice but travelling helps my mind get away from workplace shit. It's an escape. Moreover, it's not the destination that matters to me. It's the journey.
I'll be travelling to another city tomorrow to attend a national conference. It's quite far away from my home town. I'm happy. Since I'm going to travel by tra...
#Perfect Weekend prompt
My definition of a perfect weekend would be " Writing all day long, sipping milkshakes, hogging Mac n Cheese and few slices of Pizza, playing with cats, reading books, going on a two - day vacay, swimming and playing badminton . " I just wish I could do all these activities simultaneously.
I my dream i found you
Where i was around you.
I Crossed ocenes
I travelled million miles.
all to bring smile on your lips.
I give stars for you & will say....
Im there for you.
Monday feels like
a worked up day
and a never ending week
Tuesday feels like
the pressure building up
in a pressure cooker.
Wednesday feels like
the filling in the reality sandwich.
Thursday feels like
a worn out page
from my favourite book.
Friday feels like
Saturday feels like
rejuvenated soul off to party.
Sunday feels like world sleep day
accompanied by a movie night.