The wind and the yellow leaf

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For all the seasons we have lived together,
You were the wind and I… the yellow leaf.

Today I have fallen on to the ground.
What aches is not that I fell down
but the nostalgia of flying all the way through with you.
I have felt the heavens kissing my face.
And believe me,
you treasured me with you being yourself only!

But what pierce my bones is that
you never told me
you were about to abandon this forlorn heart

You promised to make a life while living the seasons!
And one day,
Between the wish to fly and fear to fall down
I did fell in love with you.

People often say fallen leaves live no more,
But see how your love immortalized the life forever in me.

Its just that I don’t expect things.
And may be
I did not expect you to leave…
Your memories make and break me on the very same moment!

I have been asking the mighty to entwine you out of me.
And its an ironic scenario when I myself do not want to let you go…

The yellow leaf is in love with this pain now!
So what if we make a dilemmaThis dilemma is magic!
After all my love,

Its you in me…
Its you in me…

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The process of unlearning

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The dance steps with you in the rain, 
Those guitar lessons with you
where I tried to cherish your name secretly in every fret I touched…
The poetries of mine you read
and the spaces between the words that you could let your breath feel so well!

All those places…
All those moments…
come crawling back to my eyes as it is their own home!

Its just the circumstances my love
that destiny is playing such cards…

But now its been a long time…
I am trying to escape the haze of love
At times your memories surround me,
and its never an easy encounter
Love, Its not easy to unlearn you
when I have read so much of you…

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.

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…

Proving love…

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No world will ever
Keep in front such a deal,
Where love would not hurt
And that hurt would never heal

You fall in love,
And rise with hopes…
Your emotions are struck brutally…
Like soul is dragged by a rough rope… 

Saying your heart out…
Never completes a story…
It is just the beginning…
Of a misunderstood theory! 

You have to make promises,
Believe in her on concrete roads,
Where incomings of time…
Can make the light love  ‘Shoulder loads…’ 

Only when you die off for exact ingredients…
Love tastes a delicious meal 🙂
Even the ‘broken you’ has to stand again
To reach what you assumed to feel… 

No world will ever
Keep in front such a deal,
Where love would not hurt,
N that hurt would never heal… 

There will be in the way,
Many heartbreaking moments…
But lover is the one
Who will stick to his commitments…

You have to swipe off her tears…
That hammer burn her soul…
Hold her hand and hug her tight
Make her smile – your life and goal  🙂

Many confess their feelings,
And tell that they mean it
But he who loves go to depth!
To define his love by doing… 

You can quit!
Before you start
But then don’t say you ‘Love’
As it need guts! and courage of a heart… 

With how much ever are you left…
Against the hardships that peel!
Be a Lover and keep moving forward…
There is nothing what cosmos can steal!!

 No world will ever
Make such a deal,
Where love would not hurt 😦
N that hurt would never heal… 🙂

I define it –

PROVING LOVE…

(I wrote this poem last year on valentine’s day when I was thinking how casual is half of the world about love
It is easy… really easy
But only when you believe in yourself and your partner
But it is a truth too…
True lovers are very few!! 
Please increase the number 🙂 )

Why eyes speak so much!!!

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Deep inside his soul,
In the rain of coals
A mushing made his heart divert,
as what if demons in him, did hurt.

Engulf her innocence,
that she carries within
What if the little poison of his love
Took to the periphery a savage spin!

He saw outside the falling leaf,
And Insecurity crawled under his sleeve

Deciding in the flying moments,
Said he to her beloved,
That he is not in love anymore,
She has become the one he loved!

He drew on himself,
A layer of ‘Love dissipation’
And he tried to speak the words so rude
All she could let into ears was – Anger and Frustration!

But soon

Knowing that he was going to break,
He turned out to go out for her sake
But as he went by her she saw,
Under his mask – A natural flaw…

Under the mask,
His eyes said it all,
She came to know
that he still loves her
Gave her a message,
A look so small!

The weeping beloved in heart and brain
Thought for a second and traveled a mile,
That was when her down curved face,
Reshaped into a hopeful smile!

And that day she understood…
Why eyes speak so much…
Why eyes speak so much!!!

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A room with a view…

I don’t know how bigger,
Is your room…

But I am sure,
Mine is bigger 🙂

Seems like I am boasting?
May be…
Come on!
Have a look… at my room

“Carrying a pillow in one hand,
And lifting other under the head,
I go everyday to my room,
Take a breath on my bed

Rising sciences revolve around my room…
it enlightens in the gloom,
And ‘ some points ‘ die in it
But still the room, never faces the doom

My room is what lovers relate themselves to…
And some to their fate too
Many glance for help at my room
when in pieces they are broken into.

I see it full of crowd,
And still it soothes itself and me,
In this world, i talk to another,
how flawless and magically interact we!

You have a room you want to live in,
I go everyday and live moments ‘ under ‘ it
It leaves me spell bound…how vast it is…
So much beauty and wonders it carry within…

My room is boundless,
full of stars,
A moon it holds,
It is Beautifully bizarre!

It calms me down,
When i am tense so high!
And sometimes when I can’t even walk
It give me wings, inspire to fly…

My room is bigger, (well its ours 🙂 )
And now you got why…
I lay down everyday under it.
The Splendid soulful  ‘ sky ‘  🙂

My room is my sky dear friends, together we have a great time.
Some times we let the silence speak for feelings… and other times we unfold our mysteries.

It is crowded with stars, but unlike us, it is not irritated like we are…

It hugs and with open arms invite more stars, holds the planets and teach me to love all… apart of frustrations and negativities.

Keep loving,

Learn from nature, the universe, the sky – our room 🙂

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The school… You miss it? or you missed it!

Oh!
I miss my school…
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How,
in a cute sense of fear of a strict teacher, I ran like a chick into my class,

And how,
As soon as the bell rang, I tried to be the first one to step out of the school.
Dude, believe me I ran faster than Usain Bolt that time… :-p

How I carved those desks, sitting alone, watching like nobody is watching me and then writing the name of my crush and then tried to erase it completely so that no Byomkesh Bakshi can even doubt my hand writing !!

How,
Passing smile at each other radiated the top secrets and eyes that spoke so much!
Every thing had the exact pleasure, i wanted
It was all about joy and friendship…

Alas! I can’t pull the rope again…
I have lost the tug of war against time
I wish I had a time machine!

These are the kind of words, the stuff I heard  from my fellow guys and girls.
Yes, they would put to words, those dazzling moments the same way.

BUT

I have never been one of such personalities. I too have missed my friends, have written the memories on the page of life with the ink of friendship. Such memories that if i begin to spell, would make it to days…
But still, that’s not all i can think of and write about when i sneak into the scent of those mesmerizing days…

Actually,
Rather than friends and fun only,
I always have and forever will…miss the vibes that kissed my very being the first day i put my first feat to that beautiful building, my school.

The way, we friends shared the food
And sometimes, those little stealings from the lunch box that contributed so much to the innocence phenomena…
But soon, the tables we joined to come closer to friends, to converge with them, to enjoy the meal…turned to the disfigured wood mangled with the compasses and sharp pencils that reflected our secrets!
I can sense the pain of those whooping desks…

Oh! those classroom walls…
Full of charts and hey! there hung my chart, that one of the walls did hold when i won my first chart making competition.
But as the time passed, the walls were stamped by the dirty shoes.
I can perceive the tears it shed.

What to say about the playgrounds!
Where our egos burst screaming! when they saw us lending hands to our oppositions and friends.
This way, we fed the white spirits in us with the delicious meal of sportsmanship.

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Time has been growing and,
It has been

Two years…

And i still, when pass by my school or come closer to that area, get goosebumps!
And then that overwhelming brimming out feeling again! when i put my first step into that building again.
It feels like it has its own cosmos, it hugs me with all the affection it can afford. I go to my classroom again like that kid Usain Bolt with the same spilling out enthusiasm and excitement!

I reach my classroom breathing heavily and read the label stuck to the wall ’10th A1′ and smile… 🙂
It was none less than a child that runs for his chocolate and never gets tired.
I enter and see, the blackboard that prepared me for life! the The chalk box, my teacher’s cupboard, the podium where my nervousness magically centrifugated to the confidence i earned after the first speech i gave… those desks, the same wall.
An impulse in me was finally cherished… 

Full of tears,
Once again as i was sent to school the first day,
Slowly sat on the desks,
I lent my ear to it and it spoke to me my childhood.
“Oye aaj tu kya laaya hai?” (What did u bring today in lunch box)
“Aaj mamma ne ye bheja hai” (today mom sent this)
“Yaar ye to meri favourite sabzi hai (hey this is favourite meal)
“Kamine thoda kam kha” (You dog! eat less :-p )
“Baaki sabko milega par tujhe ni dunga ( All others will get some meal, except you )

All those voices it kept within it, it just transmitted into me and brought to me an immense happiness!

Then, i hug that wall.
Sometimes, it is damn cold!
But it has a warmth that has given life to my days…everything I crave for!

FINALLY,

I come to my playground, turned around, imagine all those scenes playing like an emotional movie in my head…and i breathe in the vicinity…
I mean, my school was – A home away from home.

It has made me realize that there is nothing more beautiful than childhood and essence…
Essence is the mother of all memories… 🙂

They are rare that miss the ‘school’,
others just missed it…

So people must think, when they say they miss their school.
Because most of them miss their peers….

So which of the two,
Do you miss often…

The classmates, the school, or both?