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…

 

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Spark never led to fire!

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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!
-Sankalp

Make the odds go even…

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How odd is it inside me…
And for you its just words!

How odd is that!
Everyone can not feel the euphoria running in your veins
Everyone can not listen to the beats that freak you out …
or the lyrics that define your life

How odd is that!

Because you are forced to believe that you might…
Have this ‘Alexithymia’ sticking to your tongue!

But may be… just may be

We also don’t understand people to the extent of their feelings!
And there is nothing bad about that.

Because we can only know the things
But understand only when it occurs to our life…

So…
let some mysteries and magics linger only in between you and your life

Understand this musing,
And you can always make the odds go even…
Have a good life! 🙂

Just be yourself…

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Today…
No covers!
Just be yourself.
Let me know
Beyond the layers…

Let the humanity
Perform magics! 
That feel restless
Beneath your skin.

Throw the masks
Let honesty heal… 
All the painful truths
and lies stealing eyes

Today…
No covers!

Just be yourself…

Lie down your sadness
In the grounds of love.
Let today the demons
Bathe in the heavens

I’m craving to listen…
Everything in these moments
If you are ready…
I lend my consciousness.

All your stumbles
All your surprises
All the life
And what dies in you!!

Tell me…
And I’ll let you peep
In all what I am

Today…
No covers!
Just be yourself
And I’ll be Myself!

Today my love,
We’ll not be the world…
We’ll be complete…

in ourselves…

To find a human…

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I really don’t know
how she survive these battles
with the world and her honesty
But somehow
She is able to stand more and more loyal after every fall!

Every time you see her,
You see definitions of love;
you don’t believe really exists!
The love you think is long lost in fairy tales

I see that twinkle in her eyes
when she kisses the cup of morning coffee

And on the same time when her eyes are full
With a romantic novel resting in her hands

My love,
I just want to say
that you are beautiful…
Magic find its way beneath your skin!

I know that you might never say those majestic words…
But I love the ways you choose
to express your feelings…

The way you hug…
when you are about to leave
The way you write
I was just kidding”
after anything you feel

I have been trying to fill these spaces
with all the metaphors I know…
But nothing can describe exactly
what you carry in your core!

If anybody ask me
What is peace…
I would say that
It is defining you, describing you
Because the most difficult thing I see around
Is to find a human!