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But I, being poor, have only my dreams
I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly, cos you tread on my dreams
Things that make up your world are often not things. They’re almost always the people you love. And often, if you’re lucky enough, they love you back. In a stormy night, they come unannounced, and they hold your universe together..
sometimes it’s so unconditional, we don’t even see it til it’s gone..
It’s a big bad world and we have a habit of blinking, missing the perfect moment, the moment that could’ve changed it all..
That one moment that seemed poetry n impasse, and yet held the ingredient to that whole world of yours..
Now the sky could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you.. It’s a waste of time
In a world of make believe logic and stories untrue
Of the bitterness you’ve known and the hatred that grew
How do i explain in crimson, in these words you might leave on unread
The one truth my heart knew
To know you is to know love, and that is the importance of you..
Truth be told, he would have the check now, desserts were never his thing
He said He wouldn’t crib, live fast die young
The job, the life, the stories didn’t really matter..
truth be told, he could tell you what rockbottom felt like and make it sound poetic..
But only if he could tell you the truth..
And I’m a vagabond
Lost, redirected, broken,
A citizen of no man’s land
You are home.
Weekends without you,
Is a wish unfulfilled on a moonless night
Is a place that makes you miss home
Is but hours wasted, like a life untouched by its creator
Weekends without you is a man who never knew love..
He wanted her...
To love, to stay, to fight, to jibber jabber, to tell him to go fuck himself, to make those perfect mistakes and a story he couldn’t possibly think of.
And yet, he knew, in the heart of hearts, the inevitable. She was going..
Khudgarz iss nadaan dil se
Koi pooche, haal kya hai..
Socha kabhi badlenge jahaan
Har ghadi yeh humein,
The Love square..
How the fuck did we get here
To the last pages of a story
With ‘the end’ in bold, crystal clear..
Or does this start at the end
No pretense, no endgame, no plot holes
Have i finally shed off the stranger in me
Burning away this idea of you.. you, I finally understand
Two people, two roads, sharing cigarettes and make believe worries
It’s an intersection, a crossway,
We are lovers in two different stories...
We could have been the perfect love story
But I wasn’t really looking for love,
And you were not looking for me..
Girl I don’t want you to believe in old tales or the truth in fact
I have seen the future kid, you and I are gonna end up fuckin perfect
I’m one of em good guys who’s gonna hold that door
Who’ll roll the perfect J, and in fights never keep score
Forgive me if I’m speaking out of line
When I say that you’re etched on my star sign
I guess I’m just speaking my mind...
She was not trying to be smart when she would tell you the history of rock n roll,
She was not trying to be funny when she would crib about her constant fuck ups
She was not trying to be beautiful every second that she existed..
Yet she was all of it.
‘Stop missing me. I’m right here’ she broke my train of thoughts, as she tried not to make me fall for her..
Love isn’t about the moon and the stars
Sometimes, its just about dumb luck..
Breaking up and breaking down, with a song on repeat
I lie awake, a count to infinity, while you lie to me in a heartbeat
Darling, you are gorgeous, pure poetry, fucked up and a cheat..
Well, so am I ..
Things i never said cos i thought we both knew
Things the likes of how much i loved you..
Promises of nothing’s gonna hurt you or how I’d never let you lose
Of the bitter things spoken of and off love, the most important ones, i rarely did choose ..
Woh raat kuch aur thi..
Baatein karti mujhse mere yaar ki
Dabe pao khamoshi ke raaho se
Likh jaati lafz ankahen pyaar ki
Puch liya ek din maine, rok ke uss raat ko
Ik baar bas ikraar kar de, zindagi bhar ka saath ho
Woh raat bewafa si thi, kho gayi andhere mein kahin
Dhundta hun bandh ankhon ke kinaro mein,
Mil jaati hai Woh Raat akeli, bas tu naahin..
Let’s pretend it’s your birthday, we’ll cut a cake, drive up to a new place
You could love yourself the way i love you, that fearless smile, the scars, my world lies lost in your face
These conversations, they begin and end with you, i talk to the wind and the lost stars, they tell me your stories too
We’re just two people looking out for each other, it’s that simple, isn’t that what lovers do..
Let’s pretend it’s your birthday and cut a cake, travel to a new place
You could love yourself the way i love you, the eyes, that fearless smile, my world lies lost in your face
My conversations begin and end with you, i talk to the winds and they tell me your stories too..
Two people looking out for each other, isn’t that how simple it is, isn’t that what lovers do..
The point is that you took yourself seriously, that love for intellectual masturbation and the concept of self destruction.
You compared your world to theirs and so when the tires hit the rough patch, you broke, never to rise again.
The point is those rewinded thoughts and that fear pulsing through your mind are just the lies you made up to punish yourself, for the great expectations you set.
A mind in fear is a soul set on fire.
Lose. To Lose the fear.
The point is you took yourself too seriously, so when the storms hit, you broke, never to be reborn.. you listened to that intellectual mind, those self made thoughts, the idea of self destruction and the love for it.. the point is you compared your world with theirs..
that you are here and in this moment, your mind’s devoid of fear or of any thought, for that matter.. is all there really is. Everything else is just plain white noise..
‘Kiki do you love me’ challenge post karne waalo..
Isme tera ghaata, humaara kuch nahi jaata..
Another drunk mistake
Pretension of love, for fuck’s sake
Losing myself for a lost tribe
Too Reckless to care, i tried..
You know everyone’s tripping in a party when the dj plays ‘luka chuppi’
you know shit has hit the fan when you start dancing to it
#subhadip on ‘pointless puns’
Dear love of mine,
Haven’t written to you for a while. Pretended of a bucket list and things to do.. To hustle, to achieve and build a castle of sand.
Yet you, you have still been my personal concept of love. The very definition of it and the synonyms don’t seem to work.
It’s strange how i can tell you the truth only when you are not listening.
Do you remember who you used to be ,
when you were not trying to be a copy...
When you were not trying to be rich and famous and successful
You’d laugh without reasons,
I swear to god, those were the days you were the most beautiful ...
Yeah you could be, someone special
You've got fire in your eyes
I see heaven inside
you'll go further than we've ever gone
In you I see someone special
You've got bright in your brains
you can break through those chains
you'll go higher than we've ever gone
Just turn it on..
She's kind of the setting sun, by a shore, in moments of blissful solitude...what I mean is that she's perfect, at least by your every definition of the word.
And yet you fuck it up, cos there's more living to do and mistakes to make...
To realize that she could've been your perfect sunset on a barren night, is to love her and to know love..
Of the tales of you and me..
I chose a few on lies wisely
The ones on happiness and your laughter were a chosen few
Then there were stories of fuck ups and our fights, the old ones nd the new
Strange how I found the ones on betrayals and us growing apart too...
But you nd I didn't have one tale, even if it were pretend,
Of a love that could be true....