|Life is just an illusion. But you my dear friend, are the magician.|
I lay my worries to rest after the tempest,
After the catastrophe has passed by
And failed miserably to captivate me in the labyrinthine of its commotion.
For I let the silence before the thunder sink in,
And yet found solace in the quieter silence that follows the peaceful snow.
Frozen, yet the warmest. The most silent.
What do you seek in the mirror?
In the stagnant water off the long when you look at it?
What do you seek in the reflection?
It's you staring back into your demonic eyes,
That will open up into your angelic soul.
And confront you with the little flower of life that awaits it's continuum to eternity,
Once swayed by the breezes of love.
I waited for the doomsday,
And the moment when my remnants will be the aftermath of the catastrophe.
When my breaths will be absorbed and fade into the cosmic presence of souls that knew of the heart-wrenching saga that agonised my tears.
I waited to achieve solace
I waited for immortality to pull me back into the clear waters and skies concealed by veils of clouds.
Impatient as I always was, I turned the placid ocean inside me into a whirlpool of destruction by the todes of thoughts that drowned me and drenched the ones in the vicinity.
The happenings inside me enticed the door and allured it into an early arrival.
The sensous dusks and infatuated, restless dawns sublim...
My soul curled up like a lost, exhausted being goes to sleep amidst the freezing temperature to warm itself up because the coldness of events had turned it numb. I got reminded of the warmth your breaths engulfed me in. Gently, as they crawled on my ageing skin to embrace it. I stood in the middle of a somnolent town where the languid breezes screamed your name out in the hollowness of my heart in an attempt of a perpetual reverberation so that you reside inside me, your name oscillates in the hollowness that resides inside me. Because as much as I was a part of my own self, much more was I yours. As much as my heart throbbed to keep me alive, much more did it pump your remembrance to each ti...
I fell for you like the brownish crumpled leaves fall off the exhausted trees every autumn. Softly like the snowflakes fall in the winter to paint the entire vicinity in white. And obviously as Shakespeare quoted "No winter lasts forever, no spring loses its turn", spring had to come for I blossomed with life in your presence. I danced like the teardrops dance with the wind. I was as scintillating as the stars around you when they're around the moon. Brightening up their lives unknowingly. But little did I realise, I was in the dark sky. The leaves fell not because they were crumpled but because they had lost life, they fell in summer, sucked out of life by the scorching sun. The snow painted...
Life was a labyrinthine
And dooming days
And tearing souls
Altruism fading away
Into the dim lights
Of the moribund stars
That I talked to.
A sky that was engulfed
In the pallor
Of a lover's steady heart.
The globe was under
Encapsulated deep beneath the Earth
And a whining grave.
A saga untold,
Flew in the air
Until a pen captivated the feelings
And trapped them on a piece of paper.
The paper didn't wane
In the juncture of life.
And the lover breathed in the grave.
Are you still there? Will I still find you there? Above the aisle, under the lit chandelier with the light reflecting off your face with an intensity and luminosity that can put the outer space to shame? Will you still be there draped in a veil of love and your Kohl laden eyes shifting their balletic gaze from me to the ground as you shy away from any contact of our love smitten pupils?
Will you still be there in the park, resting your head on my shoulder and absorbing the aesthetic view and infancy of blossoming childhood with adorable sighs? Will you still be there on the crowded roads, holding my hands and scared of the oncoming traffic, looking into my eyes to help you cross the road? Wil...
There was this tangible ache in my heart.
There was this oscillating restlessness deep inside my bones.
There was this unbearable helplessness in the narrow crevices of my soul.
There was this insatiable craving in the breaths.
In the somnolent towns, there was a hurricane inside me.
And you were the one who could turn it into a placid ocean
The aftermath destructing me with memories.
Where I fought an unseen, silent battle after having defeated the catastrophe.
In the silence,
My heart throbs beat loud, trying to convey the pain.
Not through tears this time.
And in that blurry loneliness,
With your absence
And my cravings
I shattered again like the mere tiny drops of fragra...
While crossing through my mind
Halts for a moment
And questions me
If I still remember you.
If I still love you
And if I still live you.
Your mellifluous voice
Reverberates in my ears
Your eyes stare into mine
And pierce through into the soul.
The heart throbs start oscillating slowly now
And the fragile tears let go off the emotions.
Your feeble laughter
The softness of your hair
Your smile embraces me.
Love stole a lifetime from me,
For it required one
And when you came around,
It gifted me that stolen lifetime back
To make our story immortal
That the lovers rejoice every autumn
And forget every spring
For a perpetual cycle of ...
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.
My sugarless black coffee tasted sweet when you were around.
Without you, even the world looks bitter.
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 won't write about love anymore
Misery and pain of heartbreak be left unsaid,
I won't pen down the thoughts
And let the whisper of thoughts travel around, live around
For some moments be left untold.
I was on a voyage
To find myself
And when I reached the shore,
I tried screaming the love out,
I tried screaming life out of me
And in the hollowness of my skin,
My voice reverberated
And love escaped in tiny sighs that wrote your name
On the cloudy sky
And Drew you
Through the dew,
That kissed the glass of my eyes.
I could never set sail,
On this voyage of life
In the commodious ocean of your affection.
These words are constellations
That I found when I looked up
And even though the clouds wer...
The moon was a witness
To your departure
Your hand parting
With mine craving
To be around yours again.
The lonely moon
With it's swollen eyes
Saw yet another
Beautifully painful heartbreak.
A tear broke away
From the labyrinthine
Of strength and pretention,
To show this jovial soul
The other side of pain.
The path of remembrance
And faking smiles
Was forever mine.
I still fall into pensiveness
For your thoughts never sail away
From this endless ocean
Residing inside my soul.
Life with you
Was a beautiful journey
A beautiful sail
With mesmerizing sunrises
And breathtakingly beautiful sunsets,
It's just an ordeal.
I don't survive on breaths
These breaths that were mi...
I bought a light too small,
For my soul too dark.
Out of the intangible, blinding rays
Was carved out a cavernous heart.
A network of vena-cavas and aortas
Through which the stench travelled.
The hollowness reverberated
In the emptiness and losing of inflicted scars.
The light flickered
To survive in the abyss.
Before the lifeless breaths faded them out.
My shadows burnt in my own desires,
Screaming in silence of my immortal passion of unrequited 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...
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.
Walk up to me,
With those slow steps.
Hold my hand,
When I shake or shiver,
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,
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
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."
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...
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 ...
Afterlife through words and memories is the afterlife we believe in, fortunately or unfortunately.
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...
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...
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...
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.
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...