On most days,
Real and perfect seem to me as opposite sides of a coin.
Baby, I try to give you all of me.
Blood and sweat.
Roses and sunny days…
My scars get the better of me than the constant desire to be perfect.
Today that I have hurt you,
I want you to know some snippets of my sadness.
It is hard for me to forget people.
They are not things.
They have hearts.
And sometimes when they leave me like things.
I doubt what I feel about people.
I try to convince myself that it may be my fault…
I close my eyes sometimes.
And sometimes I look in mirrors to find that loophole
which made me just like something loaded by mistake in their life.
It is hard to let go of them.
But it is even harder to forget the girl who is always there for me.
Sometimes I have days without light.
I don’t know when the sun comes out.
I don’t know what to feel on those days.
But since you have been here now,
I don’t mind the darkness.
It may make some days to pass by like calendar dates
but I will never ask you to fit in, in this world of mine.
I won’t ask you to complete me.
I know two unfit pieces don’t make a puzzle.
But as long as we are in the same puzzle box…
I am okay with it.
Are you okay with it?
Tonight, the haze is draping around my neck
and it is getting tighter with each question.
I accept you for every thing that you are.
And i accept you in worlds where we don’t belong.
Do you accept me for who I am?
Do you accept me
when I am
“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…”
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
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.
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…
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!
If not with me, then someone else…
You will smile…
You will smile…
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.
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
it is okay to be broken.
No life has ever been the perfect piece for a puzzle…
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,
I love you… 🙂
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
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!!