The Beautiful Tragedy!

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“Once upon a time
In the flow of rhyme,
Two souls met in eyes
and connection was sublime.

Where else you fell together!
Perhaps always in love
Time speckled them with colors
From down under and above.

Alas somewhere… amidst the elation
cuddled the baby fingers,
A thousand promises overnight
And destiny held the trigger.

Broken apart in the distance of words
And one promise then, a piece of mirror
In all darkness with bowing in corners
No heaven bestowed the shimmer.

Being all alone in crowd
in their invisible cloaked shroud
They spoke of their love
But silence covered the loud

Of what beauty then promises…
that break people with fallacy
evaded by their own soulmate!
They live ages beautiful but in tragedy…”

 

 

 

 

 

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…

 

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.

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 stanza while you smile…

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Let my love be the fragrance,
That settles down the wild smokes in you,

Let my love be the silence,
That rectifies the loud noise in you.

Let my love be such delicious!
That eats up the bitterness in you

Let my love be the the light,
That guides the weedy darkness in you.

Let my love be the dance,
That selects your stumbles as a part in it

Let my love be the love,
That teaches your hate to love.

Let my love sit with you,
When you cry in corners and crave for someone to understand

Let my love feel,
what every inch of your breath go through.

Let such love of mine,
Be reflected in you…

Let such love of mine,
Write the story of your tears,

Let such love of mine,
Be the stanza while you smile…

ALONE…

 

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Imitating the forlorn winds,
I wander in the streets…
Like broken pieces of memory,
Crushed by tyrant feats…

I have never been too loud,
In silences I have grown,
And now I have million reasons
To think I am alone…

Avoided like invisible,
Unheard like ultrasonic!
My senses are mute,
Which inside shriek and panic!

I have never bragged,
Just from eyes I have spoken.
But misunderstandings to my perceptions,
Have made me reach a podium…

Where spotlights fall on me,
And shedding red tears,
I throw aside the mike,
And whisper I am alone…

I have been a poem,
Whose words cosmos enjoy
But I am finding someone,
To read the spaces between my words,
The aching voids…

Until that day,
I am wandering in the blacks…
Where humour doesn’t heal
Where dark matters peel
The layers of my truth,
Layers of my originality…

And weeping but running,
From clinging to the fake tones
I am a song,
Ringing in the ears of a few people…

And this is how i feel contented,
When sometimes,
I wonder I am,
Alone.