|"Wandering soul "🕊 Lost in writing , into painting and sketching | Why live a little, When you can Live a lot❣|
I don't say I've ever seen an enticing eyes ,
rather I say I've seen one of the most alluring eyes ...
Your eyes have those captivating looks and key to on look one's soul directly .
If I look close enough , I've been immediately stopped , and can sense the vibes of happiness to my soul .
I wish I could gift you the blue stone from the Titanic ,
cause one cannot just describe that blue stone.
And I just lost myself in an ocean of eyes as a tiny droplet searching for shore in you !
Even today , she did not learn how to let go things ,
all she learnt was how to stay stalwart when things aren't right in her way .
And most importantly she learnt the art of patience by making herself stalwart...
Like a long drive taken by a dew drop.
I started my travel with a happy hopes flying my way out in the sky .
In a sheer fear of being destroyed.
I continued and protected myself against all the hurdles and learnt to be strong ,
And I travelled a long way to drop- on a story stay.
Which left my hopes letting dropped
And dreams shattering
But even today as a little droplet
I still thrive for a leafy way.
Destruction of a bonding starts when you begin to have a second thoughts to text that person who is to be your first ...
I've stuck between the races of right and wrong .The right which is right according to you or the right according to me? But everything will be right according to me! Then what’s wrong.
I wonder why is such a distorted mindset going away every where in between people and is passed through generations ? Such people forget that there is a life in the every body they cross through ..
It looks very strange to see how much of today's world has become so mean. Almost all think only about themselves, they have nothing to do with other people. It does not matter to anyone, it just matters, then just your advantage or maybe a trap. Whether someone has spent ten years with or five years does not matter anymore. How can someone be so mean, does anyone have any need of felings and emotions in this world? Or they've forgot they're humans too and they have emotions and feelings too. Its so strange at one point of time, that person is your whole world and on the other side you forget him, say there was any reminiscences happened?
What if I wrote about something else ,
What if I wrote about heartbreaks which I've never experienced and made dreams into reality and became someone else for the sake of a beautiful poetry.
What if I foresake the tightness clogged in my head in a favour of giving the world something that is beautiful.
What is coming out of me doesn't feel beautiful,
it feels like a mess because I'm fricking mess
But screw it
Accept and take me,
take these unwanted words.
This is all I've to give you right now at this moment,
All I can let through the labyrinth of my soul and believe me ,
I hate it just as much as you do..!
What are you looking at ? She replied , standing in front of her canvas with a palette in her hands , how to paint an ocean of throbbing thoughts with an innumerable colors..
Pain of Silence
As you struggle and cry ,
I soak in your pain
as you mourn my heart breaks,
My eyes could see how fractured your soul is , and I wish could tell you I'm there ,
I hear the silent screaming of your misery
there is nothing I can do but feel your fractured soul in me !
Sparkle of Life
What happened to our choices ,
Life we imagined, dreams we have shared
What about all the plans, for which once we fought
Now they lay turning into dust
As our hearts are covered with rust,
Those have been buried by us somewhere inside in our heart even your shadow doesn't know .
And we've become so good in covering our rusted heart which eventually turning into stone.
The soul mates, we called ourselves for each other yet how many times
Did we choose each other? Over someone else
Little I would know all was that you never wanted me like I wanted you in my life ,
I felt you were my soul mate ,
you felt me just like a barrier in your life.
While he holds her soul in his...
Lurid flames of love
Words are never enough to describe that raging flames in me
You've to feel it in your bones the fire that runs the world,
I grew on the same planet in your warmth
You haven't ever utter a word about the dark
It's darker even more when your eyes refuse to let me inn
Fire rages in me and spreads all over my veins like a raw wish,
Just like how I wanted us to be together..
Our souls walks out of our body every night and those emotions and dreams we experience are the memories of what our souls had been too...
Ex gf : Hi!
Boy : Hii good to see you
Ex gf: Are you sure?
Boy : ....(silence)
Ex gf : Leave got it.
Boy : Uhmm then ?
Ex gf : So, how is your new gf?
Boy : She is damn good.
Ex gf : Oh Really, tell me exactly who is she to you now?
Boy : You are making me to talk.
Ex gf : Yes cause I want to listen. I want to know all about your new gf from you.
Boy: Okay listen then,she is like my oxygen and I mean it . I inhale her all the time like all her talks ,her smile ,her care ,her beauty, her charm everything! I exhale all my stress, tension , hurt, disappointment by inhaling her . By Inhaling her love (after few seconds of silence) sorry seems like I've spoke soo much.
Her glow was a natural admist of many artificial colors.
Her smile painted me blue ,
many seasons passed by and many rainstorms went through, still the color remained as a fresh painting.
Alot of people think how to be more attractive or impress using their Beauty products !
These days people had actually changed the meaning of beauty , or re-defined the way they wanted it to be !
Lemme tell you how actually it has to be ,it's true meaning how it has to be seen ,and understand and change the perspective .
Alot of people always want and wanted to look attractive at some point of time , sometimes for the world and sometimes for themselves.
Attraction is a term which is highly mistaken cause people think it's all about outer beauty by wearing expensive clothes or having flawless skin .
But the true meaning of beauty is way different .
It's actually attraction ...
Teachers, family and friends teach us till some point of time.
Best lessons are taught by mom and life till our last breathe.
Happy teachers day "LIFE" and "MOM".
Rain was always their pride.
We could hardly meet a mallu who doesn't boast about the smell of the soil right after the rain. Maybe they were those few lucky ones who had the luxury of sleeping to the sound of rains most of the year, but nomore. The nature had decided to make them pay for the luxury. In a way they never imagined and can't handle.And the rivers have become so human. Just like how we had decided to build up our empires over here , she too has started to flow and conquer the land in her owy way. And her journey has not spared anything. From towns,roads to airports anything and everything is her's now. And mountains have come down, May be this is what nature wanted us ...
He's like a rain
A rain brings smile to some souls,
From within the sound of the droplets
to walk through the rain.
And how wildly,
A rain turns everything into the storm and after every storm when he leaves,
I find the different person in me !
What is there to celebrate when the country is free, yet we are still slaves ?
Are we free from debt?
Are we free from self doubt?
Are we free from chains that hold us down ?
Are we free from to dream?
Are we free from being judged ?
Are we free ?
Aren't we all a bunch of slaves celebrating freedom ?
Which we did not even get yet ?
Don't be the shadow in the dark .
Be the light that they can't escape.
Be the voice that they couldn't utter a word .
To vent love, pain ,anger and disgust.
Be their expression.
I felt like I wasn't clear
with my thoughts .
I soon realised it, just after the broke up with myself.
And it's okay to be broken
Cause those quiescent nights teach us
Strongest lessons in those dead silence.
All these will be okay and if it's not,
Every thing is gonna be alright .
When two worlds come crashing in
You don't know which road to take anymore.
You believed in nothing but love
But love didn't preach you the same way,
That's when you lost faith
that's when lust spread it's arms,
And you fall for the trap that was set
You kissed and embraced and suddenly wept .
Wept for the love that was lost,
Wept when love abandoned you,
Wept for the time you wasted, and
wept for the one who cared and the one who was spared
Also,spared your heart.
It did not stop beating till the end,
maybe that's why you need ponder
about ways that would help you mend ..
How heavy your heart is?
Bereft of unrequited love,
Of the one you loved ,
Yet the one who beguile you somehow.
Fire wouldn't cut what you've,
Smoke doesn't follow
from the fire you run,
But what, you'll definitely have burns.
Still how do you manage to smile my darling,
Is it something I misunderstood,
Or are you tired of crying ?
Or the tears have run dry , as they should ?
And yes, it's time to tide away ,
Been too long like this ,
You're smile is enamoring,
Yet how heavy your heart is!
Sound Of My Dreams
I want to stand on a high peak,
By doing a little more than wind,
A little away from the birds,
To fulfill my desires and the sounds of my dreams,
I'm bit stubborn,
Running away from the crowd,
Cause my heart is drenched with faded affection,
For the people who became a shadow.
And for people who been through light with me and
In the dark they can find me ,
With a faded dark affection towards them.
I want to stand on the highest peak
And I want to feel
the winds in the cliffs ,
Like the sky for the birds,
Like the wave in water,
And they take me
Like what I'm
I could define my tomorrow and time,
In myself too as they do..
You know you're a writer when you can't remember the last time you left the house.
I always feel and wonder,
The world is so admirable at this time in dark hours.
The world around you is quite and peaceful and nothing feels real.
Not even your problems that grow and run in your mind during the day.
There are thousands, and even millions of stars that freckles the sky every night .
And as you stare , you realise that stargazing always seem to make things better deep inside from the soul .
The world is admirable at this time in dark hours.
I just wish more people are awake to wander themselves..
Believe in magic but, remember even, Cinderella had to return from the ball before midnight.
3am is the time where we can be the best and the worst version .
Cause at that time no-one sees you nor judges you .
3am time has some magical warmth in that, and that dead silence surrounded by , makes us feel all the emotions and feelings flowing out between you and your soul.
Silence is the loudest voice we hear in this time .