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…

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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.

 

Mirage, illusion whatever is music to your ears…

Marooned in this desert mirage is where I just want to be locked in

I know this is a very strange feeling but believe me I cannot afford to let go.

 

 

Cause letting go of everything worthwhile is what I have been doing for the past 20 years,

Letting go, giving up and giving in to difficulties which I could have possibly crumbled,

Waiting till the end watching and burning cityscapes to ashes,

Then trying to stoop and collect is just the way it has been for me,

But with you I don’t want to have something like that,

I just don’t wanna let you go,

I know it’s weird for you,

Such intense commitment is just not your type,

And I know about that too,

But believe me there must be some turning point when I will stop pushing myself and that might be years from now or maybe never,

I know this will just keep scaring you, so much commitment,

But, Commitment is all what one wants,

Because somethings I know are just meant to be,

Faithlessly I repeat,

Somethings I knew were just meant to be.

Let me down, slowly..

The world you have been Harsh enough on me,

I can’t bear the burden of disappointments, guilts and the agony that has been around,

Disappointments of what all I could achieve,

Guilts of not trying hard enough, of not aiming for the impossible,

The corridor of shame, where my comrades call me out names, has driven me insane

The dungeons of separation is still hurting, this hell is burning on the guilt of being selfless.

Thoughts of ending my life has now occurred for a million times now,

And life has been running behind with the deadly axe built on the fury of introspection, for every single second of the clock.

Leaving me alone on the path of suffering and sins,

On every threshold of these dungeons, I have found a new companion who makes me worse.

The Idea of being in love…

You always walked in like the Aphrodite of Olympus,

Like some beautiful cherry blossom tree in the gross wilderness,

How do I explain you the way I am bewitched every time I see you; just like a traveller to the stone henge,

I may never run out of phrases complementing you,

I know you don’t like some stranger just flirting with you, I know that makes you uncomfortably weary,

But believe me I’m just a pilgrim who wants to walk up to your shrine, and just spend his whole life in this abode…

But it’s okay if you can’t reciprocate the same,

Because love is unconditional, it’s this thing that comes with certain blessings and curses, both, simultaneously,

My heart aches every time I cannot see us together, but you know it’s ok that we were not meant to be,

Because love so perfect wouldn’t be able to hold up in this living hell,

At least this way one of us would always be hopelessly in love with the idea of being in love….

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