Out of sight

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People…
We admire them for a number of reasons.
On most days, Attraction finds anything
but the soul.

My love,
When I met you…

It was not like the movies.
Neither was it like a sad song.
(At least this time).

It was a journey
i did not intend to travel for.
I only knew i had to go somewhere…

I kept getting lost
but only to find you.
And me…
To find me.

Funny because I have seen a lot of eyes.
To say, Hence, a lot of people.

But what appeals to me the most
in this entire universe
is a dreamer.
Dreamers call you to see their worlds.
If not them,
Then who will open the box and let our minds out.
If not them,
Then who will endow our hearts what they seek.

When I met you,
I saw those starry eyes.
NO.
I did not know it was you by then.
BUT…
I certainly knew this is the kind of people I like.
Thus, the reflex.
I crawled my eyes back down to the floor.
You know the kind of guy I am.
I tell you things in a blog post…

Gradually,
very much like a plant grows into a tree.
very much like a caterpillar turns into a butterfly.
very much like the universe expands every second,

I felt you and I saw you
through summers and winters
and autumns and springs.
And I understood this.

There are a lot of women out there
who will appeal to a man for several reasons.
But there is nothing else in this entire cosmos
like a woman with ambition.
There is nothing more beautiful than people with dreams.
You were magic in the face of reality.

Every time when I see these starry eyes
that dream like a child,
They keep telling me that I am more adamant
than my life.
And i keep learning from you
that even a child is a soldier
when it comes down to protecting a dream.
That’s when I know I have to live. I have a purpose.
For me. For us.
And I have to stand ground by your side in this battlefield
against all those children eaten into men by the world.

My love,
It may not have been a love at the first sight…
But It took me a while to realize
that with you,
It was love at every sight.
And it was love

even when You were out of sight.

 

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Home, come back home…

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I come back home,
turn the lights on.
Turn them off.
I remember now.
Distinctly.
Dark was our favorite color.
What else could serve
more gratitude for light?
Whatever missed our sight,
May need insight.

I sit at the same place,
I know the exact coordinates.
Once again I am
5 feet away,
from the front door.
trying to console you,
from the very same distance.

I start talking me, silly.
Trying to make a joke work,
like investing in your smile
that I seldom try to shirk.

But as my heart leaps forward
to paint our dreams in a graffiti,
pops my bubble the desperate reality
Ah! What a calamity…!

As long as I pandiculate
now in this half wake…
I realize – all these beautiful things…
the roses on the table,
the distance i crave to cross,
are no real but fable,
a mirage, a mere gloss.
It is
but my own loss.

So I dwindle in subconscious,
debriefing…
What’s the point of staying here?
Should I too be leaving?

Hence, I fall from oblivion,
to wake up at your door.
I slept here all night,
longing for my home…

To come back home…

 

Who once was lifeless!

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Came a time, when he only existed…
Who could not notice the ‘ Twisted ‘
He  didn’t know what next moment would bring
This amazing plot was slightly tilted!

At Nuts was the life!
And he was lifeless…
Unable to bear situations
Became the part of life’s mess!

Down on knees,
On islands of sorrow seas
The broken mannequin lost he thought
Too narrow was the heart to feel greeneries!

Life stood still!
When he tried to walk
Water spilled on burning fires…
Quiet was the man who wanted to rock!

But he was a traveler
On the verge to roar
From null did he move
And started to explore

He opened his arms
Invited all the fears
Pain lived in him
He flooded out tears

And finally he stood up back
On the wounded knees
He saw all his desires
in the blue seas…
Brooks flowed in the eyes
erasing all the satires
And in his life was this fearless fire
That broke the mental prison and dreamed to inspire!

The man now understood the plot
And nerves became sensitive to emotions…
Pushing aside the hurdles,
against all odds the traveler fought…

Looking up to the stars
His zeal for living was no less…
And hence he won the life
Who once was lifeless…

A thank you note to the followers! :-)

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Yeah… I know
I haven’t got 1 million…
Or I am the greatest blogger

But I was thinking about you people 🙂

I was thinking,
How difficult is it to start moving things
How… Static friction is the most difficult to overcome

It is not that today I have nothing to write,
But you are the first bricks of the house I dream

Right now, I have 46 followers.
I don’t know where I’ll reach with you tomorrow…

But I promise to amaze you… Hammer you
Give you the feels that you need to be better every single time!

Thanks for being with me on the most rough and on the enlightened days too
Invite the folks and keep learning with me

With love,
Sankalp.

Have a great life ahead 🙂