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…”

 

 

 

 

 

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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…

 

You will smile…

smile

And though there have been some distances,
And I know those days are never going to come back,
Where we would talk about endless things
And clock on that wall could just read our faces and let the time pass to infinity.

May be you moved on!
But its always been about your smile!
My heart is in pieces, broken to a thousand times.

Walk over it,
let my blood be spilled on to every memory i wrote about us
Let the wrenching pain engulf me in its darkness!

But promise…
If not with me, then someone else…
You will smile…
You will smile…

The strongest wings

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Defying all the rules
Like a stubborn ray of light
Distorting the stereotype visions
and bomb shelling the short sight

Flying between the clouds
and fatal thunders of fate
He is as unique as eighth wonder!
with determination innate.

In depth of ‘impossible’
amongst the hate of mediocre,
walking in the darkness
he is one ‘fear smoker’

Dancing with the pain,
one unique song he sings…
alone in a ‘less traveled’ journey
He flies with the strongest wings.

To be broken!

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Darling

It can not always stay as good as you want…
This is life!

This will make and break you so many times.
That you will doubt!
if you have left any bit of yourself in you.

I know how many times you go in the blacks,
You weep out all the darkness that makes home in you and
you come out like nothing even bothered your shadow!

But listen my love,

You can be yourself to me…
You don’t need to hide your tears or fake smiles

I’ll stand by you in the times you think that your own soul is leaving you…
Don’t be afraid of the ways you choose to survive
we all have the similar moments
and sometimes…
it is okay to be broken.

The Incredible and inexpressive her

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No life has ever been the perfect piece for a puzzle…

Sometimes,
It has darkness sitting in light
Sometimes it brims out the nothingness! 

But I feel gifted when I see her…
She who holds the people who stumble!
She who sits down to knees beside them…
to hear the sorrows and sometimes… yeah – lame stories 😛
The way she can see if someone is dying inside with the creamy layer of happiness… to show the world that they are rock solid!

I have forever been rambling in the search of love in the far most places…
Not realizing that love lingers at the distance of my arms!
Sometimes, she is a burning star who passes light to the helpless
She has love in her blood! and universe in her pockets

There seems no fear in writing out your soul in front of her 
She is impressive in the way she binds the pieces of life and make it again a masterpiece!

She who stands by them.. when people think they’ll fall
Let me express to the incredible and inexpressive,
That…

I love you… 🙂

Life is not so dead…

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All the times,
When I have found myself flawed…
Sometimes by graceless times,
Sometimes by the roads that tried to break me

Its astonishing how you made me survive all darkness
That I never thought fear would allow to cross…
Thank you for being my spine when I thought laying down on the bed was not so easy
It is the most beautiful thing about the people like you… they

STAY…

You made me realize
That I have to accomplish my dreams
And keep trying in ‘Off the track’ seasons.
I love you for telling me on the roughest days of my journey,
That Life was not so dead in me!!

For someone like you…

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Only If my words could define,
how beautiful you are from the core; people fail to notice…
How you rise! in the way this world falls day by day.

People are never comfortable with the black souls.
And I am stunned! the way you hold on to the every darkness in them,
until you induce the angels in world of demons!

I don’t always like the people who are extraordinary…
I like how ordinary people make extraordinary contributions to the sick cosmos by their love and innocence.

All the nights, I miss you,
I miss a real human… and believe me,
the world hopelessly craves for someone like you!

-Sankalp.