Sometimes all that happens make me think that all of us are infatuated with a little sadness. Melancholic songs and a deep nostalgic memory… What do we have while its cold on the inside of our chest. We all enjoy happiness and life is no doubt a sheer joy. But sometimes we have this urge to chase the things we know we’ll never have and then it makes me sad how we ourselves choose our regrets…
It never cease to amaze me how trivialized is the talent of survival! This piece of writing goes to all those people who think they a store room thing now! To all those who are broken down…evaded…humiliated by situations, time or their own fantasy penalized them. What might seem a battleground sometimes turn out to be a playground too…
But even if it becomes a fight… To win, the first thing u need to do is STAY. Because those who get back to their feet and stay… NEVER LOSE!
Wishing to roam around the world…
The chase always seemed alluring.
Committed to happenings,
I craved my days to melt down
Storms all over me write poetry when I fly
Life run at such pace, death shall be haunted to spy
Euphoria shriek out of my ashes when I die
For I may embrace the ground and unravel the sky
I never wished to settle
until my breath created the background music
And ear drums serve as the playground for heartbeats.
And she was the just the very opposite!
Complete in spirit in the same four walls
She never had such a desire.
Happiness flowered inside her and
She had this talent of survival.
I never understood how was she managed
to make a life between a society with
and when the same storm pierced the pages
I knew that one yellow leaf left long inside my book of life.
I knew the
Same beautiful soul,
I don’t know how she always accepted me.
She could ask ” Why did I come back?”
But instead she said “It’s home where you turn at last”
And that very moment…
I knew my God was right there in front of my eyes 🙂
And with all that is left within…
You try to whiff at the silent coals, my love.
Yes, they might light up!
But not your world again
Not your world again.
So listen to the ashes now,
And dear heart,
Although, every moment with her makes a majestic sense of life!
You will get confused with the ‘Favorite ones’
But sometimes the sky that she makes her own kind of blue
falls upon her head and the blue turns to the see of sorrows…
I adore the pain!
It comes for a reason
It comes with a reason
But sometimes, I am not able keep all these odds inside me
and the waters in my eye begin to flow
how long can I see her own fire
for what I fell in love with,
burning her own self! 😦
People will always keep on asking you
Why do you constantly love the same person?
When you have reasons to move on
And answers to all the dilemmas
Why do you still make the choices that fall back upon you!
Why do you allow the pain to back you into the corner…
The truth is that love can be felt by all
But doing is what takes everything to hold till it really ends…
Because its only you…
Who can see that spark
That you and the other soul
can still dance in the same frequencies…
Make the melody be knocking at heart
Because were are the one who actually felt that magic!
You were the one who actually felt those nerves!
World might suggest you and leave
But story will always ask…
World was not in love…
But you were!
So did you complete writing the last line of the book?
Or the spark never led to fire!
Its tough for you to be actually what you are.
Honesty will break you from inside out.
It has been hurting you every day.
Till now I have always wanted you to be hard and rough to this world as it is to you.
But when you have decided to be yourself…
from now on I commit to stay and respect your principles.
I’ll always be there when you fall.
We’ll make it together till the time ends
And I will step down to the words when I say I love you.