What keeps on happening….

Hearts, they keep colliding,

Souls, they keep intertwining,

You fall in and out of it,

Is this more of a mirage or more of a reality,

Figuring out the mystery of this strange affection,

Is pretty insane. You tend to act normal and sane,

But the world can only view you as a fanatic.

 

Running through the parks,

fountains and beaches,

I forgot where my home was,

I lost the path to where my last resort was.

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Isn’t this what one wants…

Kites, kites in the sky,

Birds chirping in the orchards,

A bouquet of roses, a box of chocolates,

A mind filled with dreams, a heart filled with love,

Living wild and free from the chaos of the world,

Finding my solace on the window ceil, staring at the stars,

Is this what love does to you???

Not even twice do you think before saying yes,

Not even once do you sigh when you are with her,

Is it her presence or her fragrance that you are always so nauseous of the world,

Making espresso, writing down all your fantasies is this what it feels like to be complete…

Moth….

My world was just perfect before you doomed it with the gaze in your eyes,

Your eyes that glitter like the gold dust on the banks of nile,

I got attracted towards you like the waves are towards the shore,

But still like that hopeless moth drawn to fire, I was drawn to my deathbed, dire..

You would be thinking what is your mistake in this present circumstance,

So I will lay it all blunt to you, had it not been for your glance,

I wouldn’t have done any of this nuisance…

But before leaving I would dedicate you a few lines as remembrance,

Your pretty smiles and frowns are like the pleasures of substance,

And your sugarcoated lies were worse than the hits from a Demon’s mace…

Wanna be, What a wanna be…

Just wanna be the beat to your music,

Just wanna be the reason of your smile,

Wanna be the embroidery of your scarf,

The madness to your calm,

The content of your story,

The beast in our tale -beauty and the beast,

The stallion of your stable,

Wanna be the topping on your Sunday sundaes,

The morning bliss on your dull afternoons,

Is it that hard to be your “the one” in your contacts,

Even if it is not, your priceless smile is worth more than the phenomenon that glitters gold dust near the river banks…

Just like her…

She is like the escaping smoke of cigarette,

Like the eagle soaring in the sky, she moves

The way she talks is like the robins chirping,

She is like the dings of the door bell ring,

Like the beautiful spring breeze, her presence can be felt,

She is the pacified ocean on 14th June blues,

The way she carries herself is like the Queen of Victoria walking into the ball room,

The fabrication of her truth is as fragile as the dragonfly wings,

Reading her is like reading a foreign epic,

The true version of her is like the moon of a scary night,

This might seem like an extravagation of a description but it is true with an essence of perfection…

Roll your eyes…

Eyes, where all the problem lies,

So,

Don’t roll your eyes,

Don’t tell all lies,

Don’t talk about the tragedies,

Don’t tell me about the holocausts in the skies,

Don’t talk about the shivering cold ice,

Don’t talk about my cowardice,

Don’t talk about fake smiles,

Don’t ask about the distance in miles,

Don’t talk aloud of the price,

Don’t leave me behind to cry upon my choices,

Okay! Do whatever you feel like.

Just don’t roll your eyes…

 

What if?

What if everything you experience is nothing but a sea shore?

What if everyone you come across is nothing but a wave unsettled?

What if the lights are nothing but the Sunrays on the ocean green?

What if every wrong decision of your was because of a mirage under the scorching son?

What if every mistake of yours came with a silver lining?

What if every moment you spent under the moonlit sky was paradise?

What if everyone in your life somehow kindle fire of passion?

What if every conversation you had was a tale with fable?

What if the sky was dark there was a dawn you always witnessed…

Similarly all the hard times will pass and the sun will break at dawn and take all your pain away…..

Can we?!?!!

We can be the flame in the Wild darkness,

We can be the virtuoso among the emeralds,

We can be the promise in the forgotten land,

We can be the sin in the serene city,

Know that we can be whatever we can…

We can be the mirage under the scorching sun,

We can be the midnight cognac of success for each other,

We can be the mahogany under the sulky wilderness,

We can be whatever that won’t get lost in the oblivion,

No! No! We can both be better than that!?!

The Ones & The Unknowns

They say to let go, let go,

But all you do is to hold on, hold on,

Is it just you or has it become your predicament  to act in such an insensitive manner,

Whenever you leave, is it the place or your presence there that you miss,

It’s all stuck in a vicious paradox, paradox of letting go and holding on,

Opening windows and closing gates that’s how it has been for me,

I don’t know how I developed this art,

Or was i born like this.

 

 

 

It was all in the mind, shutting doors for your “the ones”,

and opening your heart to the “unknown strangers”,

Is it just you or is it the way it was supposed to be?

 

Isn’t it genius how love is so much like KARMA,

You keep getting what you deserve.

You keep falling for someone who won’t fall for you,

And it happens in the same way for the other person,

Lost in this paradox of fake hopes and addictive love stories,

Losing the purpose of existence.

 

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