#DIARY - 📒
"SOME DREAM UNCOMPLETED"
( KUCH KHWAAB AHURE SE.....)
Yes thats my diary's title. Seems Dramatic but its not.
Number of emotions, happiness, sorrows were captured.
Sometimes i penned eulogy of my own pain.
Sometimes my pen wrote the pain of someone whom i have never met..
Sometimes ocean, hills, old tree, even glasses 👓 too became my reason to write.
This Sometimes comes Everyday in my life.
Every night i write what i feel before sleep.
Every morning i kept my Diary under my pillow..
So that i will hide my emotions just with me..
My Diary is not just a bunch of papers ..for me its my true friend who lives with me since 20 years .. to listen me without any interruption.📚
I think he was only joking;
at least at the very start.
He started describing her--
With words touched my heart.
She was a very lovely lady
Who had nothing to say.
But he loved her ever so
and even still does today!
She left him and gently cast
him aside somehow this pains him
as he to this day he wonders why.
I met her in Cologne,
Fell in love with her in 'dam.
I lost her in a park,
But kept her close in my heart.
She treads through darkness,
Hidden by the blinds of the night.
She is a dark,cloaked mystery,
struggling to find her light.
A phantom darkness this seems,
A light at the end of the dark tunnel beams,
This phantasmagorical beauty,unseen
beheld by an unflinching hope
Holding at her seams.
this light is a mirage
A never -ending stream
Her soul - an enchanting mirror
To the darkness that bewitches her dreams.
She is borne out of the darkness,
Abhorred by the light she must stay.
Her dreams- her salvation, her absolvence,
If they may.
For so long I've been afraid to embrace my truth without you. Unable to fly with the wings I've tucked away beneath all the fear. But we are all destined to rise above in search of our own way home.
Even in a mobile medium letters are meant to last, in space and time, heart and mind.
Thanks to everyone who has helped us power the lasting messages of the next generation.
We will always be here.
stop filling my
head with just
words and all talk.
show me with action
and give me
to hold on to.
I’m tired of waiting
and filling my
heart with paper
turn to dust.
– kim santistevan
Words:-puddles, Strings, hotel, apple
Oh my Heart!
Please come to the Apple street
Take me up to the Hotel Great
Makes me guitar of your Lust
Pull my strings nice and fast
While rainfall out side puddles make
Let's in side puddles solve.
Throbbing hearts lying beside each other.
His hands caressing my face,
Playing with my hairs.
Pecks that he give me on my cheeks,
Ignite my desires that I feel.
Lusty to press my lips against his.
He moving his fingers tenderly onto my skin.
Holding me tight into his arms.
Feeling like, we are inseparable.
Exposing each other through our skins,
Our breaths go high like deprived of oxygen.
Warmth of his skin,
Give shivers to me.
His eyes are enough to intoxicate me.
Whirling my senses,
He fills me with ecstasy.
His whispers into my ears,
Fills me with excitement.
Like there isn't any heaven,
That I have ever seen.
Melting into each other,
Our every nerve tingling....
My hand to the earth
My eyes to the sky
And devour me
Spit out my failings
And broken pieces
Fill in my spaces with love
In acts of kindness
Being the thread that winds
Through all of us,
Binds the present with the past,
I wish I could hang on
An arm of the Milky Way
And see all the ripples
Since the beginning of humans,
Teach me the language
Mark my skin with all the stars
In our galaxy
Twist time around my fingers
So I may feel it’s gentle sway
Tickle the air around me,
I want to know the stars
And the wishes they keep,
Like a shot of your favorite liquor;
Let me learn.
Life was as calm as the surface of a frozen lake
We had nothing to give and nothing to take
No transactions with anyone made us love our solace
Life was peaceful and moving slow at its own pace
But this equanimity was to perish soon as began the craze
As came the war internal occluding everything with fire and haze
The world was consumed with tyranny and atrocities
It was laden with both natural and ersatz calamities
And all of them incited by none other than humanity
As they were divided all because of trivial insanity
They separated each other on the basis of apartheid
Logic and sense left this world being consumed by greed
Love and humility by lust and wrath were succeeded
Tere hatho ko main chorna na chaha.
Meri ankhe namb thi,
dil mein junoon thi,
sab tere liye janemann, bas bol na saka.
Teri kalai ke woh komal sparsh,
na kabhi vulunga main,
khud mit jaunga main,
par dil mein rahegi tu harbakt.
Kabhi ekbar najar milake toh dekh mujhse,
mere ankhon mein basi mahabbot,
mere jism mere tere liye jo chahat,
tere liye mere dil ki eh darkan, samajh kabhi use.
Kabhi aur kareeb aake toh dekh,
nahi chorunga tujhe,
nahi kabhi ruthunga tujhse,
bas ak baar meri baanke toh dekh.
Sleep beckons as
I mull over the day
I reckon it's time
to let go of today!
Walking on your wavelength,
I can feel you,
You ache like I do,
Love like I love,
A smile adorns your face
As brightly as it does mine,
Your battle wounds are Braille
Across the landscape of your universe,
Telling reasons why you are you,
Similar to the reasons why I am me;
Allows me to know you,
Gives precious moments of connectivity,
Before we traverse our separate paths;
But how much better I am,
For having stumbled across you,
Who have reminded me
We are all battle wounds
In various stages of healing;
This crazy idea of mine:
Maybe we could all help each other heal
Through the collective understanding
That I am you
And you are me.
Maybe you never gave me a piece of your heart completely to begin with. And the reason I feel empty as mine was given long before we said hello.
We speak too much.
We tangle words into
And hope the other person
And responds the same,
Because it’s all we know,
By stripping away
And becoming highly in-tuned
If we could better communicate
And each other?