PAinting of Madness

Your routes were calling my name.
Your passion, your sweat,
Your shady lanes, your happy children,
Your slanders, your knowledge,
Your sins, your addresses,
Your falls;
I see it all in your eyes,
A painting of madness.
A story of a city once existed in your heart.
I used to be apprehended, my princess.
Love was a conception you conceived,
And I'm just a passing lover in a crowded city.

Anniversary

We are surrounded by our Loved One's,
And everyone's wishing us well.
As we create yet another chapter,
In the story we've been writing.
We'll talk about the memories,
Yet to make together.
Some moments that we had already started,
And we're about to carry forever.

But lets wait for a moment,
Lets live for Today.

Todays are anniversary.
The day when the magic started,
We both took vows,
Pledge to spend our lives as one.

So yes,
Here's to the future,
That is bright, warm and clear.
But more than that,
Here's to right now.
And yes, it really means so much to be here.

I owe them both - Love & Life

In the heart of my battles
I consider;
a love story,
a gentle heart,
and a hug after a lonely day.
I'm not that vicious person,
life created me & love moved me.

I owe them both.
I hold a sword in my hand
And compassion in my heart.
I only kill my enemies
& my enemy's enemy.

Am I free to Dance to your tempo?

I'm growing a small sun
From the palm of your hand.
I hear music playing
Somewhere near your heart.
The music is getting louder
With the light of your eyes.
Am I free to dance my heart
To this testy tempo?

The person She is !!!

I think I've found the person in her.
Hidden in the darkest corner of the room,
Drowning in depression.
But when she smiles,
It can light up the room
& shows a bit of clarity.
Her smile transforms her into a new person.
She has a few friends,
Who love her more than she could ever understand.
If only I could tell her this more often.

Dulcet Voice !!!

I felt he had the voice of a Sex God,
Sometimes he just draws me in.
I feel his voice aiming at me.
To absorb the direction of my eye.
He triggers my senses,
To remember things back from other time and place.

His voice is graveled and honeyed.
His voice is a place,
Where I wish I could shelter in,
A place that makes me picturesque.
A clear lyrical vocal,
Which remained in my ears
Even after the music had stopped.

Each time he sings.
I feel the emotion..
And yes;
Sometimes I die.

Smug

Breaking the iron mold.
Bending the bars of time and experience.

Seeing the scales tip once more
in my favor which brought me to you.

I don't know who you call yourself to be,
I only know what I imagined to be true.

And with that I believe,
My heart can withstand this winter,
if your hand guides my weary eyes.

I Don't Understand You...

My dark friend,
I don't understand you,
One body,
Two hearts,
Plenty of lovers,
Too dark,
Too bright,
Never equal,
Darling there is no Orgasm for loneliness.

Characters Always Leave a Mark

There is something to be said about shedding tears for a fictional character, especially one you met on a journey between the covers of a book. This relationship is unique, something you intend to hold close as you read, staining the pages with teardrops and chocolate-mucus fingerprints. You'd dye the pages with your own blood if you had to; if only your feelings could transcend a hopeful message to your dearest beloved who is lost among the paragraphs of a dismal world. But that is not how books work. You see, these characters must believe they are alone or hated; they may even be sentenced to death for a good story. And that is why you will never know who is reading yours now, secretly weeping and wholly in love.

Move on Always !

I keep trying to change
The path my brain takes.

And it keeps coming back to thoughts,
I’m trying to move on from.

While I don’t do it,
I can understand people,
Who do blatantly obvious
Out of the norm things
Just to force their minds
To focus else where.

Loved BY Few !

There is a beautiful thing inside
that is thousands of years old.

Too old to be captured in poems.
Too old to be loved by everyone.

But loved so very deeply
BY FEW.

I Have Never Walked Away

I have never walked away ; 

After investing so much of myself,

Into making it work.

By the time I finally decide to leave,

I might have given you countless chances.

I might have debated on the idea,

Over my head a hundred times.

I might have got exhausted,

And might have totally broken myself.

But deep down I keep loving you,

And I'll still FIGHT !!!

Sunsets.. Sunrise..

Some moments are gold.
I like Sunsets.. Sunrise...
I keep looking to the sky.
Each day I find a new color amongst the clouds.
Abendrot and Brumous is what makes my day at times..
I breathe at times... heavily..
Yes, I believe heaven is what I see in those skies.

Self Actualization

You heard its beat

You convinced yourself,

That it has the same rhythm of what you want.

But you realized it should be what you need.

- Self Actualization !!!

To fill the bottomless hole.

And so she stood before him.

Her defences shed —
A broken mask of confidence
Nothing but a silken fabric
Of her humanity wrapped
Around an emptiness inside.

"Do you see it?" she asked,
"Can you now see my soul?"

He looked confused
(It must be another trick question,
he thought, hesitantly,
as she purred so many times before)

But this time, he chose not to lie:
"What's there to see?"
he replied, softly

"It's no longer there."
She tried to laugh, so honestly
But all that came out was a sigh

He stayed silent; she started to cry.

Was it because of what she lost
And its reality breaking
The fragile facade of her smile?
Or was it his words—
Its seeming truthfulness:
Both harsh and kind

After a while, she thought aloud
"Have you seen it?"
Carefully, he looked her in the eye.

And in a whisper, as all liars would,
"I still do."
Those three words
Didn't matter, never at all.

She remembered well
How those echoes got her heart lost
Still, she believed it — him
In desperate need
To fill a bottomless hole.

The Same Monster

I always wished for a change.
But within,
I'm still the same monster
Under that flashy skin.

I will never understand
My freaking nature.

Death keeps on visiting me,
Quoting in my ears.
Verses of war
And sad songs from the Dead Sea.

I always wished for a change.
But within,
I'm still the same monster,
The same monster, The same monster.

I remember Clear ; Collar Bone

In Elementary school,
I had a crush on a girl for 3 years.
She left one day
And never came back.

I never said a word to her.
Because I am very careful
At how I choose my words.

I see her again,
And she tells me that
She's sure that I don't remember her.

But I remember clear.
That ponytail that lingered,
On the side of her collar bone.

Non - Shadow like Friend

Today, I want you to think,
Of every silly & embarrassing moment we have had,
And laugh over them like no one’s watching. 

I want you to remember all the times,
We had each other’s back
Even if we had an argument.

I want you to reminisce about the times,
We simply looked at each other,
And knew what the other was thinking.

I just want you to remember that
Hell, we may go weeks
Without even seeing the other’s face.

But I promise you,
I'll meet you at some random place.

Sharp Line

Each time you try drawing a sharp line,

Between your soul and your heart.

Numbness creeps through your skin.

Eyes, burn from deep within.

Lungs stifle.

Lips murmur "You Owe"

Skin, try to aerate.

Nerves, tremble with rancor.

Cells burn in elation.

You die deep within !!

Wish for More..

In those deepest corners,
We always wish for more.

Not out of dissatisfaction,
But of discontent in what we do.

Its like buying a new pen,
Just in case the ink gets over.

That Place called Love !!!

You've been there,
The place they call 'love'.
By any chance don't fall right there
Because of him.
Don't let your eyes follow his back,
Or let your heart chase his thoughts.

Inside that very dark room
That smelled of flowers and tea;
Where only whispers and wordless
Hums and sighs are all the sounds
That seemed to matter;

The lights will turn on
And you'll wake up on your bed
With sudden regret; the sheets, damp
Where his scent has stained them
From dreams, from memories
And all else beautiful that stays in Love.

I've been there,
The place they call 'love' !

But I preffered to stay,
Inside this dark room,
That smelled of flowers and tea;
Where only whispers,
And the wordless hums and sighs..
Were all the sounds that mattered;

Until the lights went on.
I wake up on my bed,
Alone, again; the sheets, damp.
Tears stained;
From dreams, from memories
Of when I was trapped inside.

But now that I'm out of love, I wish
To find my way back again,
Not to find somebody else
And have, this time, a reason to stay;
I just want to find what's left of my soul,
What was left behind, near-forgotten.

At the corner where he stood, waiting
Patiently, to say goodbye.
Maybe he left my heart there, as well
Maybe someone's been looking
To return what's been lost and broken.

Flower Wilts

The bee not only ducks the nectar out,
But stings in such,
That no other bee can come to the flower.
It then takes off one day,
without any warning.
The flower wilts in waiting.

I laugh...

I do laugh until it hurts my stomach.
I laugh until there are tears in my eyes.

I do laugh with people,
Whom I have a long term relationship.

When you see me laugh it really means,
I am around important people in my life.

I do laugh when,
Someone's laugh is funnier than the joke.

I do laugh when I do weird stuff.
And yes, I laugh when I really don't care.

Slipping Into Each Other's Lives

They slipped into each other's lives, easily, unconsciously, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if they were two parts of a whole, perfectly created and designed to fit into the missing part of one another's life.

It was beautiful to see, to feel, to know when things simply fall into place like they were meant to be: hands, like hearts, smoothly sliding towards each other into a firm yet gentle grip; lips, like thoughts, playfully and intentionally brushing with delightful friction. Like a door swinging shut with a faint metallic click. Like that tactile comfort as one puts on their favorite shoe.

They slipped off each other's lives, slowly, noticeably, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if they were two separate objects instead of broken halves of what once was a wonderful thing.

It was painful to see, to feel, to know when things simply fall away like they were meant to be: hands, like hearts, slowly sliding away from each other into a cold yet respectful distance; lips, like thoughts, hesitantly and willfully pressed closed with indecision. Like a door swinging shut with a faint metallic click. Like that tactile comfort as one walks away without a shoe.

Writer ; How I became One

There was a guy,
Who got killed in a bike accident,
minutes after I kissed him.

Then the one who gave me a ring,
And left me the day I told him about me,
So that he would leave.

Another one who asked me for tea and cake,
Instead of drinks and dinner,
Whom I had to deny,
As I was so bored with the idea of being different.

Then came the time,
When I was fed up of wanting a guy.

I'd instead write a poem,
Two poem's,
I could even go for three poems,

Which finally made me leave home,
And head for a job !!!