For all I knew,
These Words are everything I had,
To express to feel and to live in.
Even after ages, I realise
The feelings I have
Not hidden any more.
Are neither any concern to you,
Nor would they belong to me anymore.
It's not just easy to let it go,
Knowing it would never come back.
Knowing to love someone,
Who wouldn't love you back
Oh, my dear, It won't be easy.
It just can't make any difference.
For they are just mere feelings
Full of compassion and Love.
So what if you're not done
Those feelings surely left you behind.
Way behind for you to ever go back.
A feather shroud tucked over my head,
Red... Dripping down her blade
Let it shine under My blood moon
Let it quench it's thirst under heaving breaths,
Call me in, whisper my name,
I'm death, masquerading my stage,
Be the fire in my den,
Untill I'm burnt till core,
Screaming my agony all in vain,
for my bones still hold my meat,
N I would never know if there's another of such meet,
I'm tranquil n in vain,
Would you wait for Me?
I'll be here again....
Tonight the night is too long
Deep down thoughts emerges
With all the feelings
And agony inside.
All the surreal conversations
That took place and
that could have had,
Between me and the mirror
is one such lesson to abide.
The more we converse,
The more we can see through
- Aroo Joshi
Life is like a lullaby
sometimes happy and wild
But not always a melody.
Though it being a necessity,
Because it reminds you
Of all the things that
You actually desire.
- Aroo Joshi
I always found your hands a bit more rough than usual,
Rougher than the last night I held them
Maybe those sonsy little lines on your palms were just making some space!
A crevice at a time ?
I have spent hours wondering
- Are those hands unclenching with each passing day
Or I am just scarring them with each passing day!
Love is absolutley imperfect
Love is a wonderful mistake
Love is a great illusion
Love is pain in one form
Love is beautiful mess
Love is true when given
Unlike lust , love is like luck
Not the same as it has feelings
Love is in little things
Love is indeed the living poetry
Ever written in souls who fell for it
You feel it , you fall for it
And there is no end for the fall
As love can't be unloved....
Have you ever thought about me!?
We were awake late night,
With the rising light.
Things we talked,
While others watched.
Drinks kept flowing,
The sun began glowing.
Your silent eyes on watch,
Like I was some match.
Your gestures unnoticed,
Enough for a girl to be enticed.
We never gave it a thought,
But, of course, we never fought.
I could be whatever I wished,
Danced, jumped and twirled.
You would watch always,
Never disclosing your ways.
But, now have you ever thought about me?
You said you would leave,
Until it happened, we could not believe.
No one knew were packing,
Until I asked what was cooking.
Everyone who cared were away,
You always want to feel stray.
You were more t...
"Even though so much broken you are from inside, How can you still give love to everyone?" They asked. I replied "cz I know how it feels to be unloved"
I wish I would have made every memory into a photo
Every dream into a movie
And every moment into a poem
If only for the chance to hold on a little longer....
..... Vennie .....
I don't want to show the world how deeply we are in love or how perfect our lives are, I want to be called that boring couple, who are lost in each other's solitude.
“Let’s flip the coin and start over;
I want you to read this fast,
Like your life was dependent on it,
Because that’s how I am writing this piece;
You don’t really get it
And I don’t blame you for that,
A calm and composed,
No nonsense guy,
Berating like a wannabe rapper,
It’s hard to believe, I know,
Harder to even imagine me in this,
Don’t worry, I do have a fix,
It goes like this;
I tried and tried to find meaning in things
To look at possibilities like I was doing back then,
Back when I was down and vulnerable,
Lost and forgotten, where smallest of things
Got the longest of times, leaving me confused
And terribly, terribly surprised,
Making me wonder time and time again
When the heart craves it?
I'm running around
In ever-widening circles.
Or is it a square? Pentagon?
Kills my insides.
And in-between the paradox of life
I hold two glasses in my hands against time;
Labeled: Not to be shared.
I keep myself confined!
The more I pour to empty the glass in my left hand,
The more it fills at the end of the day.
The more I conserve the glass in my right hand,
The more it evaporates!
Until one fine day, I break the chains,
of running in circles and pour my glass out;
To anyone who would take a sip!
The left glass when shared no longer filled back
and the sap called pain vanished;
Filling up my old cracks
The glass on right increased when shared!
and the solution called happiness in it always came back.
At the smell of rain
you fill my thoughts,
like the way you do,
when the first ray peaks through!
At the sound of thunder
i feel you here,
like the way i do,
when the moon lullabies me
as the cold wind
caress my cheeks,
i feel your fingers
pushing away the tendrils
like you always do !
As the first drop
meets the earth,
you wrap me
like you are here,
i could swear,
and my breath shudders
i lose myself in you
yet again !
Oh how i wish
We could be so much more !
Oh how i spin
Dreams of future
though reality is sore !
One day we would
reach there too
The point when
nothing else matters
only us !
How we would be
That we start believing
That true love finds it
way somehow !
How we see rainbows
How we much we laugh
How we support
How we live our dreams
And how well we turned out to be !
That moment when
I see you
Without a hint of sorrow
but victorious and smiling
Is what i am living for!
Everything at maze
Prediction ahead still at haze
Hundred days went by
Since the killer came into being.
Face the hell with dare
While lose not care.
Pehli mulaqat unse kuch aise hui thi
Jaise bin mausaam barsaat hua karti thi
Unse shikayatein toh thi
Par shayad mujhe pyar ho raha tha
Unka sab kehna maanti thi
Apna dabba bhi unse share karti thi
Unke chutkulo par hasti thi
Shayad mujhe pyar ho raha tha
Khidki mein unke lie ghanto khadi rehti thi
Unke ek nazar k lie palkein nai churati thi
Woh dekhein toh yuh mudd jaati thi
Shayad mujhe pyar ho raha tha
Books lene ke bahane aksar tumhare ghar jaya karti thi
Tum school na aaye toh chup baitha karti thi
Dusre din tumhe notes dene daud lagati thi
Shayad mujhe pyar ho raha tha
Khair tumhe mera pyar jatana chahti thi
Mohabbat ko alfaazon mein utarna chahti thi
Tumhe mera humsafar banana chah...
कुछ दूर हमारे साथ चलो हम दिल की कहानी कह देंगे
समझे न जिसे तुम आँखों से वो बात ज़ुबानी कह देंगे
जो प्यार करेंगे जानेंगे हर बात हमारी मानेंगे
जो ख़ुद न जले हों उल्फ़त में वो आग को पानी कह देंगे
जब प्यास जवाँ हो जायेगी एहसास की मंज़िल पायेगी
ख़ामोश रहेंगे और तुम्हें हम अपनी कहानी कह देंगे
इस दिल में ज़रा तुम बैठो तो कुछ हाल हमारा पूछो तो
हम सादा दिल हैं 'अश्क' मगर हर बात पुरानी कह देंगे
An Open Barter
These are the words I know.
These are the languages I can say them in.
This is the curve of my cursive,
And this, the tip of my pen.
Make what you will out of it.
These are the stories I know.
These are the morals I can draw from them.
This is the fragrance of my folklore,
And these, my unfinished tales.
Choose an ending of your liking.
These are the songs I sing.
These are the tones I like to sing them in.
This is the pinnacle of my pitch,
And this, the lump in my throat.
Make a melody out of it if you must.
These are the possessions of my being.
Laid out under the stars, for an open barter.
Take something of mine, and leave something of yours in...