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Avinash

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India
I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.
February 22, 2017
 

Before I die, I would want you
To meet me again, once.
Just before I die.
No, not to let you know
How much I have lived
Loving you but to let you know,
How much I loved
Living with you.
For those each moment
Have etched a memory
So deep, so pensive,
Such that ones imagination
Falls short.
Meet me again,
So that I can point out
All those hidden messages
And intonation left out there,
In all that I ever created,
For you to see and understand.
Meet me again,
So that I can tell you about
My attempts to fight away
My thoughts of you, and
My thoughts of loneliness
That followed.

- Avinash

LIFE IS SIMPLE
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February 22, 2017
Mumbai, India

I want you to interpret me again,
This time with sadness and pain.
Do you find a difference?
Let me help you with it.
You see that gaze of mine,
Is not of a person who has
Gained something.
It's of a person who has learnt
To draw his inspiration from
His losses, it is not content that
Reflects itself in these eyes,
It is the loneliness instead.
You can trace the history of
Massive proportion of self-conflict
Spread out on this forehead.
Now that smile...The smile,
Let it be lost in your interpretation...
For it has been indecisiveness
That has given rise to that smile.
Leave out that smile for me,
When you interpret me the next time.

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CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON
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January 29, 2017
 

In the solitary confinement of my mind,
I have reasoned, recorded and debated
A thousand times; over the reasons,
And decisions that ensued.
Of everything that happened
And  everything that never happened.
And I have realised but two things.
What am I? Nothing but a bag of bones and flesh,
Held together by a great lie.
And what is love? Nothing but an emotional rush,
Felt constantly but denied.
- Avinash

WRITER
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January 23, 2017
 

Sometimes I think; are you even real?
I mean I have heard you,
Always from a distance.
I have seen how beautiful you look,
When your eyes are left wide open,
Enough to let loose your wonderful smile,
That feels like warm blessed sunshine.
Yes, it's a blessed smile for people
Like me, who have spent much of
Their life in the colour of darkness.
I have known that tremble in your voice,
Rather I have heard it, I can imagine
How your eyes would moisten,
With each dab of pain that's wrought
Upon them through subtle love.
I can sense the intensities of
Your lost emotions and memories.
I can touch your confusions,
As if they were formulated in my mind.
And yet sometimes, I can't help but think.
Are...

RECOLLECTION
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January 21, 2017
Dombivli, India

Yesterday in the stillness of the night,
I visited those lanes, etched
In the colours of our memories,
I think it was the darkness in me
That attracted their attention,
Though I would want to believe,
It was the dreams that really mattered.
For they receded within and fetched,
Those dormant emotions attached,
Buried deep within for none to understand.
In those shimmering memories I saw,
As lanes like decisions led one to another,
I understood what was never uttered.
Now with the conviction of a lost man I say.

That we are like planets, we both apart,
Encircling and deflecting each other
At the same time.
Bound and separated from each other
By the same force.
What keeps us apart is what
Keep...

DREAMS
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January 10, 2017
Mumbai, India

I will remember you in my death,
For people tend to forget
What they intend to remember in life.

So, I will remember you in my death.
I will wrap you in layers of my memory,
Slip you into the niches of my mind,
And everyday thereafter, I would remind
Myself to forget you inch by inch.
I do not want to recollect you
In the height of my madness,
In my dilemmas and indecisiveness.
I want to think of you as whole,
In the height of my happiness,
In that one moment when I
Know my purpose and role.

Hence, I think and I should
Remember you in my death.

- Avinash

HAVE FAITH
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January 9, 2017
Mumbai, India

Why is that we remember
Pain more often than
The happiness?
Is it because, pain is the
Only constant and
Happiness is something we
Create?
Or is because, pain is
What we are?
The flesh, bone and marrow
Nothing but
A projection of our sorrow.

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HAVE FAITH
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January 5, 2017
Mumbai, India

If you can read between my lines,
Then read.
If you can look past my sadness,
Then look.
If you can reach subtly to my emotion,
Then reach.
If you can perceive my perception,
Then perceive.
For I think sadness is the certainty
Which love has to achieve.
Believe it or not,
I think that's what it is.
Perhaps, it matters not,
How much we love.
What really matters is that
How we love?

- Avinash

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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December 31, 2016
Kalyan, India

It is not the words that make up the meaning of expressions. It is the silence between them, it is those assumed pauses and periods that make them beautiful.

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WRITER
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December 30, 2016
Kalyan, India

The journey if it begins
Is a long one.
Spanning into days and years.
Would you be able to bear
With me for so long?
Would you be able to wake up
To the steady degradation of me?
Everyday, night after night.
Would you still be able to love me?
When my smile would mean nothing
But a mark of silence on my lips.
When there would appear
Thick lines on my forehead.
Scars so permanent which
Life would have given me.
I would commit things which
Cannot be forgotten or forgiven.
When perhaps I wouldn't be able
To remember the first word
Of love that you uttered.
Would you be still able to
Understand me in my silence?
Would you still feel for me
The way you feel for me now?

- Avinash

PLAYTIME
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December 26, 2016
Kalyan, India

What is it I am afraid of?
Is it the unknown in you
Or the known in me?
That tends to lend
My thoughts the element of doubt.
I think I am afraid of them all.
My thoughts, my beliefs
My wrongs and my rights,
My desires, my delights.
I think I am afraid of me.
For I know for sure about you,
But I ain't sure about me.

- Avinash

THE SKY ISN'T THE LIMIT
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December 21, 2016
Mumbai, India

Six years is a long time,
Too long a time to love someone,
And of all, Me!
Now the question is,
'Am I really worth it?'
Worth all this attention
And this emotion.
For I am,  
A person flawed
At many levels.
Broken at places,
Beyond repair,
Catching and sifting pain,
Destitute of a man,
Ever floundering in self-pity.
I don't deserve that depth,
That passion you have to offer!

- Avinash

ROGUE ONE - STAR WARS
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December 19, 2016
 

No, I don't know you!
In fact I never may.
I may not even want to.
Where you live?
Your dreams, your fears,
Your happiness, your tears,
I might never see them.
I would perhaps be a stranger,
And would prefer to be one.
The scent of your body,
The way your lips would
Quiver when touched by mine,
Will all be a part of my fantasy.
But what I know for sure
Is that I love these unprecedented
Meetings, the unintentional glances,
Unconcerned talks and those
Unknown emotions that waft
Into the breeze just to let you
Know that somewhere someone
Appreciates the beauty in you.

-Avinash

WRITER
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December 16, 2016
Mumbai, India

I think what connects us
Within, more than those,
Known scars and pain,
Is the hope that we kindle...
Within, unknown to even us.
The hope for that life,
That we have sketched...
Erased and then sketched,
Until in us it remained etched,
The shards of those happiness,
Well hidden as a remnant
Of some past life,
Under our skins,
Under our very hard skins.

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ANGEL OF DARKNESS
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December 11, 2016
 

Dearest Drew,

Let me begin by wishing you a very happy and wonderful birthday!

Consider this also as a special note of thanks, not just on my behalf but on behalf of all the lettrists around the globe. We are just bursting with thoughts and expressions, all thanks to You and your wonderful Team, for you have not just given us a beautiful platform to express our conflicts, views and desires but you have given it such a beautiful and passionate pattern.

It feels like, as if I am in love with Lettrs, I just don't want to be away from this world, there's not a single day, which passes by when I don't come here, maybe just to escape from the realities of the real world or maybe for the reason t...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DREW
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December 11, 2016
Kalyan, India

We have only this moment
To fall in love,
And love like there's
No tomorrow.
For I have my happiness
Found, in the unassuming
Words of sorrow.
Words that seem to take a
Strong liking of my emotions!
I have loved your eyes,
Your smile, your skin...
But what I have loved
And imagined more,
Is the reassuring
Sound of your sighs,
The pain that you
Hide always within.
Yet, sometimes I think
That we should love
For today and live
For tomorrow.

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HUG ME
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December 7, 2016
Mumbai, India

Sometimes I wish, if only
Love had a more concrete form.
If only it were something like
A piece of paper...
I could have easily crumpled it,
When I felt like.
Flicked it without a second thought.
Exchanged it for something
Worth more...
Passed it around with no caution,
Been immune to the selfish users.
If only love were less abstract!
It would have been easier for me to
Forget and move on...

- Avinash

WRITER
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December 7, 2016
 

I hope we never find the answers
That we are searching for.
For perhaps, it's not the answer
That really matters.
It's in fact the fact that we have
This time to think about, that counts.
And the beauty of the time
Is that it exists, whether we
Like it or not.
- Avinash

LAST HUG
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December 5, 2016
Dombivli, India

Can we for once traverse through
Those memories?...
Which was at one point of time,
Our life...
Perhaps, we can skip out some
Details and leave some unturned.
No, we need not go for those,
Which are the happiest most,
We can go for those, in which
We were unsure about tomorrow
And yet loved each other for
Whatever was left out for each of us.

- Avinash

KEEP RUNNING
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December 4, 2016
Kalyan, India

Oh breath! What takes you away
From me, feels like death
What brings you into me
Is life.
For breath, without you
Life wouldn't be possible...
I know not how to
Create a space in me,
For you to be there with me,
Forever...and ever...

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DREAMS
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December 4, 2016
Kalyan, India

The thick tresses of your hair,
That fall upon your face,
Hides that sparkle in your eyes,
Eyes that have also known the pain,
Passion and pretty much the facts
Of this harsh life.
I have known you in these
Measures my maiden dear.
What I know not is your voice,
Which I suppose should be a
Reflection of your delicate soul.
For I have imagined your voice
Many a times in my mind,
Filling in those gaps that your
Words seem to have left, unspoken.
And I have failed at it miserably.
So my dear let me in,
Into your voice and let me feel
The true intensity of your
Voiceless words, for once.

-Avinash

ALL YOU NEED IS CUPCAKES
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November 28, 2016
 

I don't know if laughing is happiness... but yes, I do laugh a lot nowadays!

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A SMILE IS NEEDED
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November 28, 2016
Kalyan, India

Let's drift away from each other
Like these clouds, to wander
Into places and people,
And perhaps never come back,
To conclude what we started.
Let's drift off to a sleep
Only to wake up and find
That we have not yet met
And it was all just a dream.
Let's drift away to a tomorrow,
Where we would be just
Strangers meeting to share
Memories of their own.
Let's drift away from this world,
Up to the heights, from
Where we would just
Witness the endless horizon
Stretching out, all around us,
Only to hold hands,
Look into each other's eyes
And smile...
Well! We did have our chance.

- Avinash

LOVE YOUR CHOICE
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November 25, 2016
Kalyan, India

Oh Death! If you were
To come to me now,
Be a little gentle with me.
For life never had the sense
And sensibility to be.

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SNOWMAN OVERLOOK
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November 21, 2016
Mumbai, India

If we stop to love each other now,
I will miss you the most, not
For those moments that were the happiest,
Neither would I remember you
For those memories that are strongest.
I will miss you for those light moments,
That we shared, moments which were
Barely noticed otherwise.
I will miss you for that stupid grin of yours,
Which flashes across your face,
When you are genuinely happy.
That expression of desperate confusion,
When you think of something serious;
That look of utter surprise,
And the slight change of the color
On your face, when I place
An abrupt kiss on your nose.
That estranged drop of a tear,
That unknown to you, comes to you
To find its meaning in your eyes.
I will miss you f...

THE SKY ISN'T THE LIMIT
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November 2, 2016
Kalyan, India

These are the times, when I think
I think of life with a sense of love,
With a sense of purpose.
I think I know why,
I think I know how.
For I find them mingled with
The sweat drop that runs across
Your face, that plays with
Your cheeks, and gently drops with
A regret it displays, as it lingers
On your chin for a second more,
Before I catch it in my hand.
And I see your lips quiver as they
Break into a smile, which you tuck
Back in, with a false reproach,
Like that loose strand of your hair.

- Avinash

HAND IN HAND
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October 30, 2016
Kalyan, India

At times I am afraid of the ease
With which you say out certain things,
Things that are bound to hurt someone,
Things that are meant to be not always said,
It comes naturally to you!
It's not just the things that you say
Worries me, it's rather the tone,
With which you say that out loud.
There's a strange sense of finality in that!
As if you have been already through this,
And you just are waiting, for a reason,
A reason to begin the end, of all this
That we have built and cherished.

-Avinash

KEEP RUNNING
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October 27, 2016
 

I wish I could be that speck of a dirt,
Floating around you,
Totally in awe, but invisible to you.
Bloating in charm, I might twist and swirl,
To catch hold of those smiles that curl
Into those corners across your lips.
I would just linger around,
Like an indifferent stranger,
For your sweet scent is enticing;
Finally, resting on your shoulder bare,
Feeling the smoothness of your skin ,
And I would settle down there,
Till the time you would
Brush me away carelessly.

-Avinash

ONE IS LOVED BECAUSE ONE IS LOVED
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October 25, 2016
Kalyan, India

Should I love you for those differences
That exists between the real you
And my concept of an ideal you?
Should I love you for the reasons
Unknown to my mind but
Known to my soul, yet unfair?
Or should I love you for the wishes
That follows the silence into my life,
Tender into the roots of my heart?
Simple are you and me, but
Complex are those emotions that rise!
Come, let me love you for the unknown
For I have, in the other forms known
This thought, I have known them all.
Until I have succumbed to this very
Emotion, time and again, every single moment.
Could you please give me a reason,
Or at least save some measure
Of that long-lost love?
For I have always been dependen...

RETRO LOVE
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October 23, 2016
India

All I want, is to gently float upon
The slight ripples that form in this river.
Lie there without a sense of purpose
Or a greater sense to achieve it.
I could well be that block of wood.
Clearly not bothered by desires,
Not burdened by a race,
Not divided by their believes
Or a never-ending struggle for it.
I would be satisfied with the casual
Attention that I might gather from the wind,
All the time never talking to each other.
For speech is for humans,
As emotions are overwhelming for them,
And it's easier to crucify them
Under the crux of crude words.
All I want is to be anything else
But remotely human!
I want to be that brief feeling,
A sense of drowning that dawns upon all,
Which says ...

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
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