What’s not meant to be…

Because in all the beginnings and all the ends
There is one thing you can always do.
It is to love like your hear doesn’t break 🙂

Happy new year guys!!

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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…

 

Good Vs Right ( A short story)

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“This is the story I want you to remember the whole life” – said my mom to me.
And I am conveying it to you too.

She told, ” Listen son, There was a monk. He was rambling in the street after he meditated…
As he moved further, He saw 2 vicious people running behind a cow.
One of them was carrying a sword and the other – Saw and there were blood stains on it.

When the cow passed by the monk,
He noticed that it was bleeding.

He understood that the 2 persons were trying to kill the animal.

The cow turned to one of the other sides of the street.
As soon as the people reached on crossing,
They asked the monk to tell them where did the cow turn…

Monk, who never had told a lie in his life; Lied

He told the people – opposite side of where the cow went.

This is the way he saved the animal…
But he lied

Is this fact really matters???

Or he lied
But he saved the animal! he saved a life…

Yes! This seems right.

If he had been adding one more truth to his record, an animal would have died by his decisions.
He was honest but smart too…

He might not have spoken the good thing or the truth;
But he did the right thing to the life,
A right decision to the universe 🙂

So friends,
All I want you to take is –

Being honest is a good thing,
But idealism will hurt if it crosses a limit!

Be such smart! Be the right person.
If then good favors you,
Its a bigger triumph on your part!

And good things might not be right…
Right will always be good 🙂 “

Light up your world!

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My Love…
On some days you will feel like carrying hells upon your head
Black holes! Immense heaviness of dark! on your back
Your trust will be on the edge…
Demons will try to fade you away
World will count you in the broken… brutally damaged goods!
They will use and throw you like anything…

But remember
You do not need anyone to complete you.
You just need someone to tell you…
that you are complete.
You don’t need someone else’s light
You need someone to drag you into the light that lies in you… no one… just you!!

And you need to know this darling…
Rare good hearts still lie in the lap of honesty.
And they really want you to smile 🙂

They just look too tiny in between the selfishness of humanity!
But just notice…
Look around you
May be you find them in the lines you read…
And I promise, once you find them
You go through a phenomenal change!
They will tell you that you are perfect in your imperfections
Make you feel complete in yourself
They will remove the dirt over your trust
And most of all…
They will light up your world! 🙂

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…

The Incredible and inexpressive her

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No life has ever been the perfect piece for a puzzle…

Sometimes,
It has darkness sitting in light
Sometimes it brims out the nothingness! 

But I feel gifted when I see her…
She who holds the people who stumble!
She who sits down to knees beside them…
to hear the sorrows and sometimes… yeah – lame stories 😛
The way she can see if someone is dying inside with the creamy layer of happiness… to show the world that they are rock solid!

I have forever been rambling in the search of love in the far most places…
Not realizing that love lingers at the distance of my arms!
Sometimes, she is a burning star who passes light to the helpless
She has love in her blood! and universe in her pockets

There seems no fear in writing out your soul in front of her 
She is impressive in the way she binds the pieces of life and make it again a masterpiece!

She who stands by them.. when people think they’ll fall
Let me express to the incredible and inexpressive,
That…

I love you… 🙂

The levels of life…

I see two ways, people live a life.

1. Being contended.

Just keep your happiness, sorrows and other feelings under your pillow! just keep them to yourself…sounds boring?

Well, there are people who live this same way, but they enjoy it! (And you don’t have to choose a life people advise you, or want you to live… its your life! If you say yes to others, make sure you don’t say no to yourself!) 

These people are too quite! you know…kind of ‘Black holes’. They might carry a universe within… and believe me, you will never know anything! Sometimes, their character is a mystery, something to be discovered…

They would stay balanced whole the time. They will control their tears in the ‘ grey times ‘  and in the good times of life, you will find that their celebration lies in being calm…

They try to stay away from the people who openly share there privacy too. In simple words I say ‘Extroverts’
But this is also a truth that sometimes, criticizing the lifestyle of extroverts, keep on turning their simplicity into narrow mindedness, this is the slipshod side of this character.

But again, the best side of this living state is that when they are given a close look or observed to depth, some of them are ‘ Silent genius!’ They will stagger your senses, when they will present their colours.

On the other side,

I am talking about
2. ‘Extreme people’.

They would love extremely, hate extremely, you will find their tears making water bodies! and in good times, they would laugh and spend like they are the richest person alive! Their nerves are stuffed with ‘ euphoria ‘.
They live on the theory that they have got one life to do everything. 
Each day they live, they think of it as last! 


I divide this state of living to three classes.

Class 1 – ‘Low level of extremists’

They would stir their nervousness to excitement.
Their little level of fun and madness would allure you.
The times you will feel terrible about a condition, they will enjoy it!
These are great at managing life conditions.

Class 2 – ‘Balanced level of extremists’

They are just more of low level of extremists. They are always found wishing for some more and nothing but some more!
They will amaze you with the way they handle the opportunities you keep in front of them. I mean, if they will even propose you, They will show like they fell from a roof, and when you would reach to see down…you will find them floating in air! asking you to be their life! They are the ones who i think, make best with introverts. They will open them, if given a chance.

Class 3 – ‘Extreme level of extremists’

This is the black side of extreme. I mean okay, you want to live but you don’t have to be a ‘Psycho’. This is the class of psychos. These are the people who often are found in rape cases and crimes etc. But I think –

If the sides can hear their caliber,
Both can produce ultrasounds!

I am a contended person who sometimes love to touch the line of infinity in the life of limits… 🙂

Basically, I am – Contended + Balanced extremist + Some unique that lies just in being me

So, what lifestyle do you have?

I would love to know and understand.

Give words to it…

Thank you… 🙂

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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Unlock your mind

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Why would a writer mind,
To unlock And express his mind…

Every smile, his progress a mile,
Or all the nights, he cries and dies

Just the smoke, he sees his victory behind,
Is if what he feels, to the ink can he bind…

And if he can explore the exact universe that he carries within,
The world of hearts, with a pen can he win!

But it costs a brain!

It pays devotion of a pristine heart.

It takes a real writer to print down the exact state of his senses … 

Not to be yours…

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The sites of my wounded parts…

When in the dark shades of universe,
A white serenity lingers in u…

And in the age when I just understand how unique is it,
To find simplicity in this complex world…

Darling,
U can not imagine How I resist!Not to fall in love again…

And how much I resist!
Not to be yours!!