Varieties, it seems to me, are likable. Aren’t they? In a weird world where I feel like people were lost. The scattered energy here and there, I would say. But then you existed…somewhere, in this painfully ignorant world, you existed. It proves that a rogue abstraction I always termed destiny was a little different than I sought. Have you ever wondered that all of it isn’t really what we look up to? That all of it is constant—a continuous, ever-existing breeze pampering us as we tend to look here and there, wondering who was the one who touched us so softly. Beautiful yet scary, isn’t it? When some paper-boats fly by in a seemingly empty sky I look up to, I lose my balance and trip do...
What if I read you a story
"Once upon a time," I say
And drip out those scenes
As my fingers sked them out
Would you chuckle through your wonder
As I narrate our eternities together
Would you quench my voice
Brushing through your trails
Would you roll up, them sleeves
And shine your mind through the sides
Would you smile with your affection
Caressing our little world
Would you still have those eyes,
Teary in love as I smile
Would you still have that warmth
The peaceful sleep I had in your arms
Would you still be here, close next to me
As I reach the end of my beautiful tale
Would you come out, from that portrait...
#A LGBTQ+ TALE
Under a stack of them, identity chokes
Drowsy smells, different prints
My fist tightens, one around my neck
One around these pairs
I struggle, under shiny lights
The cracks on my face, pop out
Radiate with the illuminance,
And my lip colour
These normal ones, trying consideration
Dressed up in busty uniforms, ask me if I need help
Screams my inner peace, shouting - it's a just a mall
Just a shelve with smelly underwears
Just a human, capable of endeavours.
I choke, in the fresh odour of the knocking
I fumble, some descent words I say.
Wonder why, that rose one pops out
I grab it's silk...
"Your canvas it is" she said when she gifted me her neck
When I caressed it first, all I could carve were sonnets.
Eyebrows push through
A struggle-hard; Keep them close for as long as you can
Lust dripping; Eager to hear more
Fierce- A snippet of your adjectives
As you kiss my desire
You're going down
Slower than your kiss ever was
Legs stammer- just can't stay apart
Holding their breaths and beings
The man sailing your boat down your waist
Trying so hard to peep out and failing
With every breath- your air that touches me
More and more I crave to break apart
Miles away- your hand pressing my head
Forcing me to explore your insides
It's raining- so far I am- it's draining
With just my thought
It craves me more; it moans me more
Firm fingers that wander inside you
You're breathing heavy ...
Your kisses and scars
Are shaping me
For the better everyday
Miles and thoughts
Are strengthening me
In great fashions everyday
Your fears and truths
Are deafening me
Making me helpless everyday
My eyes and light
For you are pacifying
Leaves me wondering everyday
To gift us wings and fly
Is soothing me
Making me weaker everyday
The verses their worth
Roots are powering everyday
It will pass, little girl, the most of it will
Sing a monotonous hymn to flee this red color and the terror in your eyes
They are not real, little girl, just a bad imagination I promise
It was just rain the sky abandoned, not the acid for sure
Take my jacket, little girl, you must be so cold
They were poor; just needed your clothes for survival
Those are scratches, little girl, but of bravery I promise
They didn't want money, just wanted to give these honorable marks
Is it burning, little girl, is it hurting so much?
It's just the pamper of their deepest affection, not fire
You are a storm, little girl, I know
My tears make you wea...
Strange refrain they crafted perfect
In a glorious rhythm they touched the grass
The pearls that fell from the grey and eyes
Were worthy enough to outshine the stars
Black inside and the grey above
Shone so brilliant to daub the light
Pen glazed the paper , broken
Ink was ruthless to heal the night
Thunder weeped for a long lost sorrow
The brown opened its arms widespread
The long lost love the sky then had
It really made the rain introverted.
Eyes were covered were they yours
Dripping magic like a fall in mine
Should I dive in them
Slowly untangling any cover they had
Slowly undoing any cover you have
Should I go through you, your mind and soul
And should you shiver as I kiss those scars
Should I flaunt my fingers on the velvet; your lips
Should you tangle yours across my hand
Should I follow your trails till I touch your waist
And get lost in the depths of yours skin
Should I whisper some ice in your ears and then
Send a chill through your legs and spine
Should you walk your breath through my tongue and flame
And take them to a journey unknown
Should you close them eyes
But uncuffus the covers
As I feed you fire, and I feed me...
What if we vanish tonight
Beyond the tides and stars
Where the sun blossoms in a soothing sail
Where the moon dances with all the light
What if we vanish tonight
Beyond the love and hate
Where the abstract speak a tale of sorrow
Where the real sing the chords of joy
What if we vanish tonight
Beyond the draped expectations
Where the eyes open for the zenith
Where the heart elevates the verve to heights
Asked me to come in her dreams
Wandered each night in mine
Who am I supposed to meet
When I wander in hers
Slow steps dragged the voice
Limping through the dark aisle
The way out, was shining gold
The gold, but was out of sight
For the sky revoked to flee the fear
Changed color and burnt in sigh
Cold wind then looked away
The warmth was piqued inside
Summer made him think of pianos
And the merry tales that jingled loud
Out was he with the carcass world
With the phrase yet spellbound
Mind framed a different set
A different nutshell he found self in
The pianos still played, the leaves still fell
The sky changed its colors just yet.
Stars slithered on the scars so smooth
I was not able to realise
Are they shining or are they burning?
**Pain demands to be felt**
Had the tear perceived its trail
Through which he slithered so gallant
Or else why is it , that I have seen the strongest ones cry
Had the agony dressed its detention
The way it swoops inside a naive child
Or else why is it, I have heard the little girl weep?
Had the oblivion ever touched its reach
The way it thunders the state of mind
Or else why is it, I have felt the aching thousand tales?
Had the pain unraveled its contentment
The way it hugs the grave to soothen its soul
Or else why is it, I have laughed every time I was screaming from inside?
Catch the fireflies as they fly, they said
Never did I realise, I crushed their spark.
Don't fear the nights, stay strong they said
Never did I realise, I wasn't worthy of the dark.
My being and stars
The moon, my scars
My touch, the night
The sky, inside
My word, the streets
The wind, my breeze.
The colors, the buzz
The twinkle, and us
The trees, their dance
My thoughts, they prance
The play, the chase
My grin, your face.
My hum, the bloom
The water, my gloom
Your melody, this life
This world, the strive
My love, your voice
The crave "un-suffice".
To slumber, are the words really stumbling upon?
Or are they blazing the poor self in obsession of sparkling refulgent.
To flow, is the blood really impassioned for?
Or is it delusional about the limits of its actuality.
To wander, is the mind craving each night?
Or is it eager to explode it's horizons aloud.
To pump, is the heart relentlessly struggling for?
Or is it thumping fiercely the pitch of dauntlessness
To exist, is what the spirit is stuck in ?
Or is it in an endeavour to shake the being .
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THE TROPHY IS THE THRONE...
For the sake of the burning cries
The warrior within revolts in fierce silence
Words though proudly say
Through the fire lies the throne
Contrary is the fact
Fire glazes the soul and it burns
Gets devastated and gives light
Phoenix weeps in grief
Mystically the pearls wipe away the hurt
Sudden numbness smoothly swims inside
Ignites the fire, denies the pain
Though they hurt and scratch slow
Makes one scream with such gentle hugs
A drug, an addiction they should be
For the trophy is the throne.
Glory: the untold story
Calender swept the dates generously
The trees danced to the mourning of a lost one
Windows felt the aching sorrow
And the walls heard the longing cries
Sky sobbed the pain and blood
The earth soaked the old rejoice
Long gone were the giggles and smiles
Long gone was the warmth inside
Cold gust flew in the hearts
Took away the pain and scars
She kept on gazing the untruly true
One day her son would hold her again
The walls of glory in the army's camp
Though holds his name so strong
Mother keeps on staring in the hope
"I'm sure he isn't gone".
Oh dear the merciful one
The pain isn't so bearable
The son waits that she comes up
Mother waits that he comes down.
THE EFFECTUAL OF DEATH
The irking tumult of the clock
Degrades to a coo and finally silence
Verve transfixes in the throat
Eyes struggle hard to stay open
For the perception loses vivacity
Comfort confuses ; limps away and turns back
The harsh reality draped in a hope to exist a little longer
The flash of the trail pampers vision and walks away
Emotions fade in and away in the same second
The concern of the existence gets a hike suddenly
God never comes, terror sure do
Trepidation teaches the hunger of relations
The effectual of death packs away the agony and the pain
Leaves one stuck in adventure of being alive and wait for it again.
My daughter aged 40
The more I think about her the more my words lack confidence. The words pity themselves for not being able to reach what my "daughter aged 40" is. Fun fact- I'm 17!! The title suggests what my mother is for me.
I haven't pampered anyone more than I have pampered my mother. And she deserves it all. It wasn't always like this. In my good memory, I was the one who was taken care of, who was pampered with all the affection. But then as I grew up, I realized that the way she glued me to herself and armored me and glided me through all the catastrophic episodes, I realized that it's her time to take a break. To live life on her own terms.
My mother isn't the most idealistic...
THINGS I NEVER SAID.
Those inmost eyes she have
Sitting and dancing in the melody of her life
I crave to join them in perceiving her perception.
Her tender but intrepid taper fingers
Heroic to break down a tyranny in a moment's swift
I crave to touch them and gush in the softness they have.
Her deep-seated thoughts , so strong and solemn
I crave to hear them drown in the aloof deepness they have
Her gorgeous existence
And the grace my life has because of her
I crave to crave her till infinity finds an end.