Pain Behind The Beauty

The secret whispers and hues in the dark
What retrieval cues yet slip to remark
Those thousand times you tried to light up the dark…
All concealed in the beauty of one single spark!

Someday they are going to understand…
you’ve seen your life going away a million times.
Someday they will come to realize
what you hide between the lines.

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You will smile…

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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!

But promise…
If not with me, then someone else…
You will smile…
You will smile…

Burning her own self

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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

After all,
how long can I see her own fire
for what I fell in love with,
burning her own self! 😦

A life to my life…

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My life was a rough story
Lying on the dusted bench of destiny

And many pages are stained with pain
Don’t open the script randomly,
wounds might make you hear your heartbeats in every nerve

I don’t know on which page am I writing
But today when I look back and forth…
I feel like I am in the middle of a beautiful time

When I thought that fate
was just too late
to answer my prayers…

It sent you people 🙂
And you gave me the biggest thing
One needs to have a noble story!

You gave me REALIZATION…

You told me that my story is worth a book.
You went beyond covers
To see what lied in my cob-webbed heart

I realized
I was a green leaf
And you were the morning dew.
You landed from heaven so gently in my life
That all that world could stare at
was eternal beauty!

You could leave me in the haze of climax
But you didn’t
And it is the journey with you people
that has bestowed me the greatest memories

I wish that my story ends
with a tag you have gifted me in every chapter
The tag of .FOREVER…

Just keep me as a Diamond in your crown
when it is the time of sheer joy in your life

You people are music to the notes of my violin 
Metaphors to my poetry…
And A LIFE TO MY LIFE…

Keep loving and living
You are real HUMANS

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY 🙂

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

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…

More than anything…

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In my remembrance came the night,
When we didn’t know the wrong or right
Like which face the leaf will… kiss the ground
Like while imagining a poet climbs, unknown bounds…

Same way a nostalgia…
strike my veins when i miss that dim light…
when we sat around the dancing fire…
and stars looked at us with a zeal so bright… 🙂

U came up with your issues…
I came up with mine,
We were literally drunk
Even without wine!

We laughed for no reason!
And our presence itself was so peace…
How with immense beauty,
The silence got loud and words got seized…

How our giggling fizzled out,
And our hearts stepped in…
When we threw aside the layers
and came to our skin…

And just while laughing,
To us that Magical haze stuck!
That May be ‘us’ getting together…
Was not much of a coincidence!
Was not much of luck …

When i found me in your eyes…
And things got a gentle swing…
I crave for that moment
More than anything…

In such way we shared our pain…
like a poet shares his, crying in the rain
As much as yours was as much as mine…
And your head on my shoulder made my life shine

My heart dropped down with your tears… 😦
our sobbing broke me into pieces…
And listening to your story
I found your innocence trembling in traces!!!

Still my stumbling soul wiped your tears…
and swiped your sides that were lifeless and blue,
And how badly shattered you slept with a curve around my arms…
the scenario blurred and the the things i saw, dwindled to a few…

The next morning
When the sun poked our sleep…
That innocence of your stare…
leaked the mysteries so deep…

When we recognized the knock of love…
And our favorite song repeated its lyrics in us…
Today the same warmth of feelings…
The same coziness questions me this thus…

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Now same moments of unconditional love…
from where to bring…!??
I crave for the flashback…
more than anything.
-Sankalp.

Live every part…

I have seen people talking in old days like –

‘This is the time, God should just call me to himself…’

They hate to reach the age of second childhood and loose pants!

I don’t know if i am gonna suffer in those days of my life.

But this has never been my theory…

I want to live on my words

‘I want to listen what pain has to say

With every happiness i wanna sway,

I am just a lucky source to this journey,

Let this life proceed its way…’

And i want to make you friends and readers think for once…

That, whole life,

we try to make children smile,

And when we’ll get old,

We’ll have to make no amendments to make them smile and laugh…

even our little stupidities would do the job!

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Aim is still the same, but it needs a genius to understand the flow of life towards it…

So, don’t sneeze out any part of life,

Be that genius,

Be thankful… 🙂

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?