Every time you laugh!

And never let that one go! 🙂

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Everything Feels Worth It

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At times,
Heat of the cruel world burnt him so fiercely
that he felt he has become one of those old deteriorated things kept in the store room… beyond repair!

The fire soaked up his dreams.
Dry eyes… tired of trying to teach the same lesson of kindness
over and over again every single time with a vision that someday
people will understand… They are not the only ones having the ‘rough day’

Overwhelmed with madness and intervened with experiences
that leave scars as life gets scraped with tragedies,
He became a fusion of anger and disappointment,
The fusion that is harder to imagine and even harder to take.

The world tore him apart
like those pages you once keep in corner of a drawer
and tear them up questioning yourself if they were ever a necessary.

The dark side, exposed to the heat,
often came out… making him labelled as ‘Insane’

But for good and bad
THINGS CHANGE

Life is never the opinion of an eighth standard school boy.
It is like those questions of calculus where surprises wait for you at every step.

He met her one day.
The day melted into night differently that day!

She saw him tracing out his pain in ways a beautiful heart would never do.
Yet she danced with his demons!
She became the reader of feelings rather than words.
Somehow with time, it became a question to him how she could listen to the unsaid.
Rather than extending a bow of frown,
She managed o stretch a smile…
An innocent one indeed 🙂

At the end of the day,
He just had questions in those starry eyes

“Why after all this time…everything feels worth it?”

 

The Beautiful Tragedy!

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“Once upon a time
In the flow of rhyme,
Two souls met in eyes
and connection was sublime.

Where else you fell together!
Perhaps always in love
Time speckled them with colors
From down under and above.

Alas somewhere… amidst the elation
cuddled the baby fingers,
A thousand promises overnight
And destiny held the trigger.

Broken apart in the distance of words
And one promise then, a piece of mirror
In all darkness with bowing in corners
No heaven bestowed the shimmer.

Being all alone in crowd
in their invisible cloaked shroud
They spoke of their love
But silence covered the loud

Of what beauty then promises…
that break people with fallacy
evaded by their own soulmate!
They live ages beautiful but in tragedy…”

 

 

 

 

 

The Mirror

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Lights are out
The diary is lost
But I pick up the canvas
And a few crumbled pages

I hear the pen yearning to write
I see the colors painting the white
I spread my arms,
Smell the rain
Pierce my bones!
Its craving to hold on
to the window pane

I look up to the sky
It drops me the words I desire.
And in this cold

it ignited the fire

Memories are ready
Nostalgia is chasing
Euphoria is rushing
Writer cuddles the metaphors
The painter blushes

And the shackled voice
Frees itself…

in the name of silence
in the sense of poetry
in the form of colors
I paint sensation,

The nail biting news

And all of our lives…
in red and blues
Couplets of promises
knocking my door 

demanding their dues.

All the clamour

Amidst the glamour
Shriek and shimmer
for you my enamour.

Obliterating the darkness 
rises a glimmer
Poetry and shades

Intertwined to make a MIRROR.

Every night
in the splendid moonlight
You read in that mirror
The Universe speaks
of those shades again,
It sings of you
counting the stars…
It listens to your feet
dancing magic in the rain!

The writer, The painter
Deep down you know him.
You open those yellow crumbled pages
You caress the shades
with tender touch…

But when will you understand…
The crumbled page speaks of you!
The shades are all the colors of you.

Do you ever recall us ?
Do you ever realize
All this time
in the mirror

It was You
It has always…
been you…