~There is something about old books,
more than stories they hold memories,
memories of those fingers which gently turned every page making it a
Those pale yellow pages carry
the secrets of their grapples,
grapple in making every line
read and felt by heart.
The biblichor itself craves for the
fragrance of all those sites it has been,
and the taste it felt by those filled mugs.
The dusty torn cover somehow
knows the journey,
journey from big book shelves to those
catastrophic desks, and then maybe
again to plesurable surroundings,
Perhaps, they know the revolving, of endings being the
Somewhere on my front porch is a beehive that i have never found.
The bees fly close but they don't land on me.
I prefer it this way, "what keeps it's distance is never killed".
You and I become one harmoniously, just as words become sentences
and sentences become poems.
You have your flaws
and i have mine,
and becoming one doesn’t
overrides any of them,
rather we become warm with our limitations and this in turn makes us snug with each other.
There is a lot said and even more unsaid between us,
but luckily our bodies
do the chatter for us.
My eyes, fingers and
the crinkle of my nose,
makes you understand
more than my words ever could.
And just as words become sentences and sentences become ballads,
our words, nose, eyes and fingers become our stories.
I am a star in your sky;
just not the one you
wish on every night.
~will i ever be the one for you?
You will soar
above the skies,
if you surround yourself
But an angel,
disguised as an injured bird
waits for you,
by your patio door.
I know you.
You are the one
wearing that smile
even though last night
you barely slept.
Your selfies tell a different story
the one you don't want others to know.
Happiness on the face
but there's pain in your soul.
I think the world of you.
The way you stand upright,
refusing to fall.
You walk through the
madness and if you had to,
So, the strongest souls i know,
to the one's reading this now.
When the world throws its punches,
defend yourself and adjust your CROWN.
I want to co-create with you
and i want to watch what you do
I want to be your safe place
and your craziest adventure.
I want to make you smile
and hold you when you cry.
I wany to inspire you,
and learn from your wisdom
I want to stand still with you
and run hard towards our future..
Does the sun promise to shine,
no, but it will.
Even behind the darkest clouds it will
and no promise will make it shine longer or brighter.
For that its fate,
to burn until it can burn no more.
So, to love you is not my promise
it is my fate,
to burn until i can burn no more...
There are two worlds I am living in,
In one of them, I have to wake up and live a life everybody expected from me to live.The one where I choose a path in my life to have everything I need to settle down.
The one where everything, every rule is dictated by others.
The one where I had this fear of losing everything, of aging and ultimately figuring out what I really want to do but its too late for that.In this world, there is too much sadness, there is no hope, no light on the other side waiting for me to come.
It's just black and white.
And then there is another world waiting for me when I come to my room, my happy place, my second world.
Where I laugh like no...
For her glance infected his vision...
Now he watches the world with infusions...
Witness he was once to his reality,
Now his reality experiences illusions..
Do you believe in miracles??
Life was uncertain when he happened to me. I was in the race of getting success and he was busy in enjoy every bit of his life. Sitting in the corner of my that coffee shop I was reading one of the best sellers for the world around me but the reality was far apart. My hand was a busy with that book but my eyes and mind was stuck their in that front most table . Their he was was sitting with a coffee and the same best sellers that I was into. I just went there on that table and asked him,
"May I sit here"?? Seeing me astonishingly, clearing his throat he said-
ya ya sure why not !! He had already ordered his cappuccino and I was waiting for mine.
So you are also r...
If one of the things you
Is that this world's
an ugly place,
you must have
never gone outside,
and stared up into space,
you haven't felt the
way the air changes,
in few minutes
before it rains,
or watched the
world pass by below,
out the window of a plane,
you've never been
awake so early,
That you see the
moment the sun
starts to rise,
and you've never
lain with your back
on the grass,
and made shapes with
the clouds in the sky,
But maybe if you've done all this,
and still don't believe it's not true,
you can't see all the beauty,
That I see when I look at YOU.
I love you in ways
that I can not quite explain.
Maybe it's because
I feel you much more
than my words can say
or maybe... I am just afraid-
afraid to open my heart
and let the words out into existence
in a slight fear that the world
may take you from me.
So for now,
I will love you from my heart
keeping my words in a sacred place
reveling them only to you..
in the look in my eyes
in the touch of my skin
and the sound of my laughter
that burst forth from my soul.
People will tell you these things that:
choose the one who fights for you
be with the one whom you never doubt choose the one who is always there for you
be with the one who makes you laugh
choose the one who sacrifices the most for you
be with the one who makes you feel secure.
But, here let me tell you
when you meet the right one you will feel as if there is no choice, he will be your first choice, your last choice, your only choise.
there is no need for comparrison for TRUE LOVE.
From that first meeting in 8th standard to today when I again saw you and recalled everything in a second.
I still remember when you first entered our class with an naughty smile, intoxicating scent,and those deep splendid eyes. In a minute I felt you completely. We barely talked but then to in a couple of months I was the one who was knowing everything about you. You were the one lost in the books, trying to paint own world and always wore that silver bracelet with hanging flowers and elephants on it in your left hand.
And then time passed,and from 8th we slided over to 12th, time changed but that sweet sophistication between us still stayed the same. The last day of the school, we were all ...
Sad eyes, laughs and cries
moments of surrender
We hang on because
we are afraid to let go
and with quiet prayers
we hope we don't reap
what we sow
In all our goodness
we are still covered
we go up and down
we rise and we fall
We judge others weakness
so we can feel better
about our own
we become judge and jury
we stand tall upon the throne
It's a hard pill to swallow
being human in this place
learning to love more
before it's too late
Because until the end
we will rise and fall
and it will be grace
that covers it all
There is someone about whom I think daily.I see that fellow waking up every morning and praying to god for everyone's wellness. I see that person working for parents dreams. For me that fellow is a kid who cries loudly in deep midnight, who sobs and wails for the sacrifices done for the people who left
Not comfortable to share this with anyone. But shares with me. Miles apart my virtual shoulder is the only thing that human keeps head on to take rest. I wish to wipe those tears but I'm so far that my hands are unreachable.
I just want to say, "everything will be fine".
I just have single question to the people who cause hurt " did that individual deserves this pain? " The one who sacrific...
I'm not afraid of the dark
I just don't like uncertainties
because isn't it a great torture
the feeling of not knowing what to do.
I'm not afraid of heights
but I fear of falling into wrong arms
because really it'sa big risk to surrender yourself to the keeper of your heart.
I'm not afraid of storms
as long as the lighting doesn't strikes
the same place twice.
because there is nothing worse
than having a past mistake
repeated a second time.