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…

 

Walking away…

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She has accompanied me for so many journeys
And I was lucky!
That I observed
The glittering smile on her face as she kisses the mug of coffee
Her eyes deep as an ocean…
that traveled for refinement
Her expressions like a comet…
finding its own way while she reads her favourite novel 🙂

I was lucky!
That I was a part of
Her vintage collections
Her awkward mentions
Her old love letters
Her heart sections…

Time teleports when I am with her.
It splits like a tiny drop of water
that scatters on a hot pan in summers!

I was lucky!
I was around her
When she rediscovered smiles in people that passed away ages ago…
When she touched the nose of the slum child with tenderness
And they both seemed to laugh infinities!
in front of all gigantic queries of life…

But sometimes she has to desert
She needs time and is unfamiliar to the fact that
It is the only thing that destiny devoid me of…
The only thing that starts to engulf me with madness till my very end
that one day we are going to be Apart…

I was lucky!
that I met a miracle like you,
Who taught me that magic invents its existence in simplicity… 🙂

But at some turns…
I am meshed with unfortunate coils of fate!

When our ways are to go their own way…
I miss you
Like the shore waiting for the waves to come back
Like the rain craving for the rainbow
Like the stars ‘ shine call ‘ their moon to come back!!

Its heartbreaking!
how these words might remained unsaid
And you continue to

Walking away…

 

Now that I am reading you…

 

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Now that I am reading you,
Allowing your soul slip quietly into mine,

I feel as if I have found all my poetry
All the metaphors,
Every word,
Each neuron of my mind
Each corner of my heart

I want to unwind you… a little more
Find you a little more
All the things that stretch a curve at your face 🙂
All the things that let your head down 😦
All your frowns,
Your flaws,
Your tragedies
Your suspense

You… 

And I question you secretly “Where were you!?”

Believe me love,
I would think a thousand time
before leaving you,
Deceiving you!
I just know that
We are going to bear the story all together
And that is all my world!

Just remember darling,
Some people are not scars…
They meet you just like the stars
They won’t fade till you cry out of your smile,
With wounds when you can’t stand, they travel along side

Give me all your tears and I shall fill all the gaps between your fingers.
Let me rain on you today…

Let the reader write for once…
may be just may be
You come to know that
some writings are just too adamant to dwindle with time
Some people are just too humane to abandon a book like you… 🙂

Would our story be an exception?

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Darling,

You will always be worth the love!
I wonder… If love would ever be worth people like you

And I commit to give you all of me…

But sometimes,
When I peep into luck and practicality,
I question myself if you would ever be with me…

Because you are the moon and me… The unlucky tides

The moonlight you beam at me, gives life to my existence, caress my bones
As it pass through it…

But how much I try to be yours…
As high as I jump…
I am never able to touch you!!
And all that I attain; is the repentance of an incomplete kiss!

My love,
I wish you everyday…
But this question keeps me broken every single second of my life
if we would end up together…

Every night when I reflect you
I am actually wishing that you might have answers…

Every night I gaze at the stars
To ask if our story would be…

An exception…

At the horizon…

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He was the sky…
With stars,
With clouds,
Sun and moon
Asteroids and Meteors
Planets and supernovas

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She was the earth
With soils
With brooks…
Flowers and thorns
Haters and lovers
Seas and Volcanos

At times,
He did rain on her thirsty soul,
And washed her wounds
She did know well,
How to give him clouds!

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But

People fired guns at him
They dismantled his ozone

People spat on her
They scratched her beauty…

And sometimes,
These were the reasons,

That she had to suffer his lightening!
His raging storms

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But despite the pain
There was a love in disguise

They did not let people
Ruin their love story

How much did their natures and reasons separate them…
Somehow…
There love was epic!
I could see them
Sharing hearts and holding hands
at the horizon…

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Live up, Don’t give up

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Sometimes so alone we are,
Deep down in our wounds and scars,
We forget completely we have to live,
We are like long kept empty jars…

We are hammered hard and badly!
Unable to see any of the chance…
to stand up and fight again,
Thinking – In these hurricanes how will I dance!

But that is life my people,
We fall to rise and rise to live,
To fall, to learn, to try,
To not give up is life!

Let us not be those jars again!
Not the broken died stars again…
We are to be broken million times,
But feel the zeal for life again.

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Live up, Don’t give up!