Explore
Sign Up
Login

Aarush

PO# 515598
India
India
Life is just an illusion. But you my dear friend, are the magician.
December 9, 2017
 

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
And calmness
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 ...

VISIONS
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
1
0
December 7, 2017
 

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,
Yet again,
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.

Thumb_signature_1512658264746
ANGEL BREATHING
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
19
10
December 6, 2017
 

Walk up to me,
With those slow steps.
Hold my hand,
When I shake or shiver,
Once again.
Talk to me for once,
When the tears swarm my eyes,
And my lips start to quiver.
Talk to me for once,
For in that voice
Resides a soothing sensation,
When it touches my skin.
Captivate me with your presence,
Once again.
And hold me a prisoner of our memories.
For this wandering soul,
Knows no other world,
Apart from yours.
For this shattered soul,
Finally, with you around,
Found an unexplored, undiscovered cure
This mannequin that I'm,
Now has a heart,
With throbs that disturb the stagnant particles,
To scream out your name
With love.
With pain.
With longing
With rememberance.

Thumb_signature_1512574021216
DREAMS
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
3
2
December 6, 2017
 

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.

Thumb_signature_1512509451184
ENDLESS STARS
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
1
0
November 30, 2017
 

"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."

Thumb_signature_1512027824453
DREAMS
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
1
0
October 16, 2017
 

The sombre sky of this languid evening was very much different today, perhaps because I didn't have to ache my neck and crane it upwards to look at it but instead, I just had to gaze down to see the clouds floating like damp cotton balls, as if they seized some pain inside them, collecting miseries of souls above whom they hovered. 35,000 feet above the ground , high above; amidst these clouds of sorrows, I stared out of the tiny window into oblivion to see the horizon painted in different shades of soothing fire of passion. Of compassionate love. Of shades of red, orange and yellow.

A flock of birds flew by as if to peck the floating yet stagnant clouds to mould them into messages for a lo...

VISIONS
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
2
0
September 25, 2017
 

I looked at her, even though the room was unilluminated. In the pitch blackness that followed, I could still make out her body's lining. She still had the luminosity that could put even the sun and all the other stars to shame. She had an aura and a bright light of herself. Her eyes still had that gleam, they still glowed, they still borrowed breaths from her aging lungs even though they spoke of infancy. She still had the capability of captivating my heart. She still could bring time to a standstill, hamper with it and warp it in a way that made me stagnant, froze all the moments and memories and also astounded me. They said I was broken and indeed I was broken as a whole. It wasn't just my ...

DREAMS
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
2
0
September 29, 2017
 

She was all I ever wanted. But then, she was just a thought.

Thumb_signature_1506631719244
ANGEL OF PASSION
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
2
0
September 22, 2017
 

Afterlife through words and memories is the afterlife we believe in, fortunately or unfortunately.

Thumb_signature_1506097316081
ENDLESS STARS
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
2
0
September 21, 2017
 

I fell in love with the air for once, the same air that suffocated me, the same air I choked on at times.
And in the instant I realised I'd fallen in love with it, a bird too beatific from across the splendiferous horizon, from the expanses of the aesthetically pleasing skies and from the clouds that were painted in all the colors from the infinite spectrum, the clouds that rained emotions and thoughts; it came flying with letter glued to it's claws ferociously.
A letter that read:
"Been waiting for you since the day we united. And now that you're here, let me confess it to you. I love you from this hollowness in which your heartbeats resonate and talk to me."
The sender was someone I recog...

ANGEL OF PASSION
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
2
0
September 5, 2017
 

The confusion of intensity of life and the ferocious volatility of time often is followed by scrutinizing pain, eventually revealing the ludicrousness of life.
The complexity of the sinosuidal waves of time and life, as the two overlap each other with perpetuity has an unrecognisable familiarity with the waves of the sea that are comprised of saline drops, much like the composition of tears which are not just often, but rather always filled with unexpressed and crypt emotions. The stark contrast to the calm sea which even in stagnation can cause tsunamis to submerge a hideous soul in itself with the tiniest speck of a collision, unseen, unfelt by anyone taking place miles beneath the calm wav...

INTO THE SHADE
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
1
2
July 23, 2017
 

Separated by a void, the deepest and most sense one, that comprised of plain hollowness, miles apart; a body was devoid of breaths. The salient loneliness accompanied the darkness into a strange whirlpool of fate and circumstances that not just drenched, but drowned in it, the helpless bodies that were breathing the most toxic life of all, already dead from inside.

The dark waters I once loathed in, resenting them all this while though, now look aesthetically pleasing somehow. I suffocate and choke with every endless breath I inhale, one that seems to last till eternity. The mere contemplation of oblivion dawning upon me one fine day doesn't flurry me at all now, as it did once when your ga...

ANGEL BREATHING
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
0
0
June 18, 2017
 

You don't feel like home, maybe because I don't really know what home feels like.

But you feel comfy, and warm and soothing, maybe that's what home feels like.

Thumb_signature_1497778724314
ANGEL OF PASSION
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
0
0
June 17, 2017
 

The night is almost going off to​ sleep. The dawn is almost about to arrive, the brightness of the sun and the day is about to deviate the nocturnal souls from their active world of thoughts, slowly putting them off to sleep, playing the memories as a lullaby. The stars fade away into the horizon, deep into the vast and empty sky. The clouds hover above me, moulding themselves into shapes, too vague and bizzare at times. Clouds that are all shades of red, yellow and orange, and all the shades of the spectrum combined as they fade out to unite into a colorless shade that has all the colors residing inside it. White.

The car that I'm seated in whizzes past the rocketing high pine trees that ev...

TIRED EYES
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
1
0
June 13, 2017
 

I sit in the backyard as the terrestrial bodies, unimaginable though finite distance away from me illuminate the dull and dark sky pretending of partying  and being sloshed on memories. The moon has travelled miles, southwards in a couple of days. Away from the West where I could see it without having to turn my face and stress my aching and tired muscles. As if trying to distance itself from the strong attractive pull of the lit mountains that speak of failed attempts of drenching themselves in the soothing light of the wrinkled and scarred body.
I don't really think they're just craters or rather wrinkles or even scars on it's pretty skin as we'd call them. They're wounds. Burns. Bruises. ...

ANGEL OF PASSION
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
3
0
June 6, 2017
 

Expressing love is one of the most petrifying thing to do. But at times, what's difficult is to accept that expressed love. Fortunate are the people who get to know about the souls which love them in a world of unconfessed and suppressed emotions.

Thumb_signature_1496763777594
TINY QUEEN
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
2
0
June 2, 2017
 

Dearest Gatha,
I met you in the dark. I met you like a shooting star in the vast expanse of the infinite horizon. You came in like the gentle breeze that found it's way through the pores on my chapped skin to fill the voids in my soul when you had left like a whirlwind. You came in when you wanted to be alone, and when I was feeling lonely. You came in when I was engulfed in darkness and so were you. It wasn't me who was there for you when you needed me, it certainly was the other way round because I was trapped in a labyrinth I never knew I could escape. I never knew hearts could blossom as well until your warmest and gentle breaths hit me like an avalanche.
I have told you this already, ha...

ANGEL OF PASSION
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
7
1
May 31, 2017
 

All of us are fighting a war everyday. Surviving the battle. With the wounds and the bruises residing on our tired and decaying skins. The scars on the dead skins, like the memories, reminding us of all of it.
And still, you're the one person I would want to see when I've lost the war, lived the battle. My last memory of the last breath be your gaze struck against mine.

Thumb_signature_1496178011368
TIRED EYES
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
0
0
May 24, 2017
 

Trapped in a mirror, breathing in a parallel universe, living in an undiscovered, lost dimension, I saw reality staring at me. The scars inflicted on the soft and delicate tissues looked beautiful. The fresh wounds had remnants of love, with the fragrance that made me feel euphoric.
I sat naked, my soul waiting to be seen, be felt and seduced.
I was in a world where lies brought out truths. Where hearts just loved. Where minds were numb. Where time could come to a standstill upon will. A moment could be lived till eternity striked in, and infinity was a limit.
Hearts here breathed, the blooming flowers talked, the moon smiled and shared the secrets, the stars rested on my hands, sharing thei...

TIRED EYES
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
1
0
May 21, 2017
 

Insomnia shook hands with me. The bruised, pale, old hands. The hands of agony. It lead the way to the balcony as it held my hand and a cup of black coffee rested in the other.
Under the moonlit sky, it just left me, until I realised I had a shadow in the dark as well! That shadow was insomnia. Staring right back at me, piercing through the skin that covered me, into a hollow body and talking to my soul. The sound reverberated and shook the delicate tissues of my heart to make me anxious. I was just a mannequin, a muppet.
My hazel eyes were blithering now as the stars and the might moon tried finding a way through the dilated pupils to lighten up my soul. Unfortunately, they failed. But I h...

ANGEL BREATHING
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
0
0
May 19, 2017
 

Love and memories are like stories. Short stories. Every word, a part of an aesthetic poem that pierces through the thin layer of wounded skin, covering the nutshell you've built around your very own self.
Stories that are monotonous, that reside inside you, every word of the poem you know by heart, as if it's a tattoo inscribed by the ink of love in the delicate tissues of your heart but still love it so much that keep you reading it over and over again. A perpetual cycle that has edges which bleed but you still can't break.
Stuck in the labyrinth of complexities, we usually tend to miss the roots or rather​ forget them altogether. Just like heartbreak makes you forget what love feels like. ...

ANGEL OF PASSION
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
1
0
May 18, 2017
 

Your memory looks so like you.
Your memory is a world in itself, a world of unrequited love. A world of incomplete stories. Of shattered hearts and dreams.
A world that requires no breaths, no skies but just a visit to elate you.
Where the birds happily flap their wings to kiss the moon, even when it hides behind an eclipse, distancing itself from love.

Your words feel so like you. The soft touches of those words on my heart.
I long to lose myself in this world where the drought hit skins are flooded with my tears. A world where I still send you messages, just by a wandering pigeon this time. Every word that's saved from being burnt by the scorching heat of the sun but still kissing the clo...

THE LITTLE PRINCE
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
1
0
May 18, 2017
 

Meet me someday after an eternity, like the dawn kisses the dark horizon to pull it out of the darkness. I'll gently kiss you like the silent breezes that played with your hair, feeling you like a lucky warmest breeze from an ocean of longing on a freezing December night.
Pour your heart out to me in a glass of rum and honey, as I down it with our memories as warm as the rum and sweeter than the latter.
Let me listen to your melancholic voice for just once, forever. Let me drown in your ecstatic smile for once, till I breathe my last.
Let me embrace you in my arms for once, till my eyes close.
Let me live once again. Let me breathe you, again for one last time.

Thumb_signature_1495104231798
EYE FLIRT
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
2
0
May 17, 2017
 

Tears as an emerald,
Make their way
Through a perfectly sculpted face.
Originating from, flooding the eyes,
That grin.
Gently kissing
The lips, curved into a plastered smile, forever.
Tears, that comprise of pain and sadness,
Rewinding memories in the least possible particle of the universe.
The saline droplets flew.

A passerby stopped,
And wiped those teardrops.
For he stood in a world
Of abandonment.
Of stymie.
A world of hearts
That breathed.
A world where breaths froze
A world where a touch was evenly felt.

A world that did exist,
Away from a real universe,
A world if thoughts.
Where a statue stood.
A statue wept,
A statue sobbed,
A statue cried.

Where stone hearted humans laughed,
A s...

TRUSTING ONE ANOTHER
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
0
0
May 10, 2017
 

He walked through the silent, empty corridors, scared to even see his own shadows, for he had led a life of emptiness with loneliness greeting him and hugging him tight every moment. He wasn't just lonely, he was alone too!

The sun was setting and he felt relieved, the blood finally rushing into his veins. His heart, created chaos in a soul trapped in his skin. The sound of the heartbeats that were unfelt was still audible in his ears that hadn't heard a word, a melody, since seasons. Since ages. For he could never garner enough words to do justice with all the thoughts that drenched his empty mind and isolated heart.

A life of isolation was what he was acquainted to, abandoned by the brok...

TIRED EYES
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
2
0
May 9, 2017
 

I wrung out my heart,
To push you out of it.
The blood of love
Tasted like your chapped lips.
The soft touch,
The redness in the color.
Your fragrance surrounded me,
The blood smelled of you.
As it flew, and carved it's path
To find a way, and achieve solace in you.

I kneaded out my heart
As it screamed in torment,
The faint voices
Searched for words.
To reside in hearts,
That would be broken before scrunched.

A heart mangled again,
A million pieces lay crumpled.
The sight of which,
Unseen, unfelt, unheard.
In the silent sobs,
The translucent tears,
Disappearing as they ran
Through red cheeks,
And wrinkled skins.

Red, they say, is the color of love,
Red, I saw, was the color of pain, an...

BHAVYA SINHA
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
0
0
May 8, 2017
 

I look up at the empty, dark sky filled with nothingness in an attempt to stargaze as my sight fell at a tiny star and for a moment the curvature of the huge yet tiny planet that I inhibited, ceased to exist. The radiance of the star that stared at me and looked right through me was surreal. For a moment, the distance didn't matter, for a moment, everything around just vanished. And for an eternal moment it was just the two of us. The star and me. Under a moonlit sky. Sharing our silene, communicating in silence.

Science says when two people stare at each other right in the eye, their heartbeats get synchronised. And well that's exactly what happened when my heratbeats matched their foots...

DARK NIGHT
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
0
1
May 6, 2017
 

We were two people.
Walking on the same path.
But heading towards two different destinations.
Ways couldn't be parted and I reached my destination.
Little did I know, you were my eternal point.
Not ready to provide me with a safe haven.

TIRED EYES
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
0
0
May 6, 2017
 

He was an optimist,
And turned into an introvert.
He was a realist,
He never showed he was hurt.
They said ‘Life is a straight road’
But his life took many sharp turns.
He recalled the moments,
And his heart used to burn.
He was shattered,
Broken into pieces,
It was all that mattered,
And when it was gone,
His life seized…
He swam in the ocean of worries,
He was torn,
When he hurried.
He had a void inside,
Craving to be filled,
His feelings he used to hide,
The feeling of introvism was instilled.
No-one accompanied him when he smiled,
No-one consoled him when he cried.
No-one hugged him when he was tense,
He thought his past was better
Than his present…
He lived in the dark,
Light of hope wa...

ANGEL OF AMOR
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
0
0
April 26, 2017
 

        In the tiny raindrops I reside,
        Kissing you gently every rain.
              I slowly become saline,
         Achieving solace in the ocean
                   Of our memories.
                     A saline droplet
                 Lost in our thoughts.

Thumb_signature_1493220534068
DREAMS
Thumb_1512683692
PO#515598
2
0