|Stand up tragic, windmill pilot, sad scientist, Sci-fi dreamer, Ghazal Monger, LedZep worshipper, NNT disciple, Urdu evangelist, poet of disturbia..|
To The Moonwalker,
Descending from the full waxing moon,
She swallows the surmounting dark.
The radiance of her camphor skin,
Makes my soul yearn for a spark.
Singing the tunes of the gods, she,
Summons the white souls of the sea.
As she dances in the moonlight, i crave,
To be the sand beneath her feet.
Takes my hand, pulls me out of the Oblivion,
She claims my body with the first kiss.
Claims my heart with the second but I know,
My soul has been hers, since the times it exists.
In the chamber of the sacred ritual, she,
Bathes me with her blood so pure.
Igniting the red fire inside me,
Her love is my aching soul's only cure.
Melting away the chains and my shackles,
Caged for ages, but ...
Through the galaxies of unseen buried thoughts,
You’re so close but still light years across.
I find you floating around Wearing white,
Like a distant constellation, so bright.
And I try to put my finger on you.
You are so predictable yet so mysterious,
Like poetry of a wizard, ever so devious.
More I read you, more I feel the magic,
I decode you, to find you even more cryptic.
And I try to decipher you.
Untouched by the earthly science,
You’re the goddess worshipped by civilizations.
Fragrance of your hair is what valley of flowers imitate,
Your curves are what the meandering rivers emulate.
And I try to fathom you.
Oasis blooms amidst fiery deserts under ...
The ring of fire is burning all so bright.
The warrior stood there and stared. She is hesitant of jumping. It’s not something she hasn’t done before. But it's different this time. She gazes at the ring and all she can see is the fire she is about to jump through. Her heart is beating out of her chest. She is losing her breath. She tries to move but her body is frozen like a stone buried under a glacier.
She thinks about jumping through the ring but all she can imagine is how bad the fire would burn her flesh and how painful it would be. She feels defeated in that moment. She asks herself if she has lost the battle even before she could make her first attempt?
Then she submits herself t...
He looks up to the sun and asks himself if he has been fighting this battle for far too long now. He has got this feeling that this war will consume him soon. He's hoping that this is the final battle he has to fight before the grand victory but the thoughts of possibilities of defeat are lingering in his mind.
His companions are tired of him. They sheathe their swords and start to turn their horses. They're abandoning him and the battlefield. He tries to talk to them but words don't come out. He cries out loud but nobody's listening to his screams. He feels defeated in that moment. He dismounts his horse. His sword falls from his hand and he drops on his knees.
In that very moment, he fee...
The Ice Age.
Around 2.58 million years ago, began the Cold and harsh era of what is termed as the 'quaternary ice age'. And so began a ferocious battle of life and death.
The oceans froze, the mountains were buried, deadly cold winds ruled the planet, life started to disappear from the face of the earth. It was Clear that Death was winning.
Thats exactly how my life was before you came along to save me. You became my sun of hope. Your love melted away the the sheets of ice under which my heart and Soul were buried. The warmth of your endless love made my world to live and light up again. You ended my life long ice age and resurrected me from the dead so that I could feel alive once again...
For the first time, I don't know how to start writing a letter here. I dont even know how to Share this feeling. I have :been talking about my depression and anxiety disorders for a long time here, so wont be doing that this time. But I want to write and share something important here today.
lettrs have always been my safe haven. People of lettrs have been a huge support and source of motivation. Lettrs staff, admins and drew himself along with my friends and penpals have been there in my difficult times. which I'm glad for. But then things went unexpectedly worse than I imagined, which I couldn't even explain to myself, forget about writing and sharing alone. And I made my distance from the...
Tired of this ever going warfare,
I look up to the waxing moon.
As we shiver in the cold drizzle,
And I hope to be back soon.
Death doesn't scare me anymore,
Thought of Life without you does.
Failure terrifies me no more,
Failing to make you smile does.
Frail ropes, high hopes, sinking ships,
But we can make it to the shore.
Trembling earth and closing walls,
But we'll make it for sure.
These rains of fire can't burn me,
I wear the colour of you on my skin.
Those raging storms can't turn me,
I fly with scent of you in my wings.
You're the warmth keeping me,
Alive In the night when it snows.
I want to quit and be back to you,
But one must reap what he sows.
It's a long way ...
It's funny how quick the sand on beach loses the heat after sunset.. only if we could lose our grudges like that..
It's's beautiful how sea breeze embraces you even if it's for a short time, if only we could meet all the strangers that way..
It's magnificent how an Argentinian guy singing in Spanish can make you fall in love with his music though you understand essentially nothing.. wish we could love people unconditionally like that..
It is truly amazing how clearly you can see your inner self, sitting by the sea, listening to nothing but sweet sound of waves in dark night with nothing but starlight shining.. far more clearly than you'd ever see yourself in the sun. Only if we...
Right after this fire burns out.
Just before this night runs out.
And when the moon is at the highest.
And the stars at their brightest.
I'll call out for you one more time.
Look out your window for my eyes to shine.
Let this desert be the witness of us.
And the cold breeze be our guardian angel.
At the gates of the great sea of the West.
We will set our sails for the best.
The waves will tell our stories.
The birds will sing our tales.
The clouds will weep us for ages.
So will the nomads, the lovers and sages.
We'll be lost forever for good.
But not the legend of our tears.
Right after this fire burns out.
Just before the night runs out.
I'll call out for you one last time...
This is for the writing prompt challenge.
I think this is a great opportunity for me to create a prompt that I've been thinking about for a long time now.
As I've been going through the lettrs feed, I've been reading more and more about Depression, anxiety, heartaches and pain people have been going through. It's been a while that I've been going through a dark phase of depression and anxiety myself. Though I've come out of it pretty much but iI know the pain associated and how difficult it is to make people understand how you feel. So now that I've recovered a bit and fighting, I want to use this opportunity to help my fellow lettrists too. And I know how much lettrs have...
Dear lettrists, penpals and friends.
Have you ever looked at the mountains and felt like you belong to them? Have you ever felt like you are no stranger to them? Do you have this crazy craving to leave your current life and just go up to the mountains? Well I feel the same. It's like my nomadic soul belongs to the Himalayas.
I have an ancient connection with them which feels like to be ages old. It's such a coincidence that I even have facial features which makes me look like I'm from up north, the Himalayas. People often mistake me for someone from the mountains. No matter how many times I make these trips to the hills, can't satisfy my soul. I believe one day I'll go live there.
Dear Penpals and lettrists.
My depression has started to take a toll on me. I've lost my inner peace. I dream of killing my self now and then. It's been very long since I shared something with you. Now I'm trying to reach out. I'm lost. Completely lost. There's no silver lining to the clouds I see now. I go to sleep every night, hoping not to wake up again. My anxiety has crossed the limits. There's nothing I feel good about now.
I don't know why I'm writing this lettr. May be I'm just trying to make smoke signals in the sky.
Each and Every moment I live now, makes me question my existence in the times when I believed I was not in love with you.
Only the rooftops have changed over the years. The tears I've cried for you are still the same.
Only the pain has increased over the years. The moon I've cried to every night is still the same.
Only the heartbeats have gone down over the years. The heartache is still the same.
And she said:
"I refrained myself from saying it for a long time. Yes you're not my first but you're my last. I will never be able to say it to anybody ever again. And I thought of saying it at a perfect moment but now I say it; I love you, I love you."
And I just had the sweetest heart attack of my life.
Inspired by my dear friend kiddo's thoughts (Bhavi PO#574767) and she's my writing partner for this lettr. A question we both ask in our own ways, in two slightly different planes of thoughts.
HOW CAN YOU REPLACE THE ONE YOU CLAIM TO LOVE?
How can you replace the one you have always (claimed to) love and been with for years with someone you've just met? The one who've always been there with you in your difficult times and your worst mistakes.
Just because you've got someone new, you can avoid the one you (claimed to) love. You treat them bad, don't take their calls, and pretend to be busy but you can spend the night talking to your new 'friends' or hang out with them ...
Darkitect PO# 592523
Couldn't keep myself from sharing this. My dear friend Darkitect has finally joined the world of lettrs. An architect, poet, photographer, artist, storyteller, and god knows what else he is, but surely my partner in crime for all of the above. A multitalented soul and I'm looking forward to see some of his great poetries and stories up here.
Did you know?
Your phone has a superb feature?
It's called a 'power button'. You can turn it off anytime you don't need it. In fact all your appliances have that feature. Your Tv, your pc, your.. Well all of them as I mentioned above.
But your favourite or not, sadly, human beings lac in that cute little function. Apparently you can't turn them off when you don't need them, and turn them back on.
Sad to know that? Well, gods must be crazy while designing us.
I wish people would understand that better without hurting others.
Ps: inspired by my little friend, kiddo's thoughts.
If all my
I would light
up your world,
And you could
Read all my story
From the end
I just don't feel like writing any lettrs anymore. I'm so unmotivated to write anything. Maybe I should stop. At least for a while now.
"How much does she love you?" They asked.
"I don't know how much, but when I die, she'll collect all the dragon balls to resurrect me" I replied.
Are the eagles coming?
An army of elves on my side?
Will the dwarves fight for me?
A wizard to salvage my pride?
With The shining armours
The magic wands & mighty blades
The cards of death,
The ace of spades.
Will they ever save me?
The words they gave me!
Will they ever?
When your girl is unwell
In a distant city
And You're stuck with work
What a pity
All you want to do is
To take the next flight
To take care of her
To have her in your sight
Hating myself that I
Couldn't be there with you
I just hope you
won't hate me too
All of the colours I wear.
Yes they look good on me and people compliment me.
But you know which colour looks the best on me?
It's the colour of your skin when you wrap your arms around me.
The colour of your lips when they are on my lips.
The colour of your hair when I can feel them on my face.
The colour of your eyes when I stare deep in them.
The colour of your soul when I merge my soul with yours.
Gonna buy myself, a saddle and a rope
Leaving this town tonight,without a hope
Gonna catch myself and ride a wild horse
No matter how rough, gonna be this course
I'm a cowboy
In my leather boots
I'm a cowboy
How fast I shoot
They wanna hunt me down, want my head on a spike
I'll be coming back around, and give them a fight
I'm a cowboy
Riding all night
I'm a cowboy
Gonna give them a fight
I'm a cowboy
You're about to go on a road trip. The pure bliss of the wilderness awaits you. You're gonna leave the usual life for a week or so. So pack your bags, pick your guitar, don't forget your camera and tell us about that perfect getaway destination you'd go to.
You can take your favourite penpals along. Don't forget to mention the names here. ;)
Im no Batman, the dark knight,
To rescue the city from the bad guys' fright.
I'm no Superman either,
To save the world from gigantic monsters.
You surely are the Wonder Woman,
To save me from the dark world
To rescue me from the big fire,
To catch me when I fall,
The Wonder Woman to take me higher.
You are the Wonder Woman.
On a short trip,
To see her family,
She's the one.
The winner Stands alone..
The leader stands (even if he has to lose for that) with and for his people.