filled with light I move like the rolling Sun filled with life I shine like the sky's blue and bright but I always seem to fall just like every night in a bustling city as my backdrop I have learned to find a serenity in a world filled of chaos I am good, I am bad my quest for betterment and balance won't stop I am blessed I am loving who I am to have found the contentment of my Heart
You broke into the same old broken window where the old tape recorder was lying playing some lyrics but unclear yet had series of reminiscences.
My guitar's strings has some red thickness in it with the lies of unwanted Cosmos and some homeless fragrance coating the visibility of the lanes you use to travel through, holding my hands with sky so clear & serene.
Trillions dust particles are sleeping dozed with the forever autumn and behind their personality there are some yellow pages with pale ink and memories etched in their heart's chamber as well as & in the time!
Counting each breathes there are heap of reluctant dreams lying in corner and have attend cold in the name so familiar; peace and betterment. Despite the marks of stickers on the walls I see you behind the new whitewash too yet a bit faded but fresh as dew.
The wishes I made for you while seeing shooting stars never got fulfilled since yesterday I found ashes of stars on the wrinkled blue bedsheet. My heart crumbled to the core & I tried picking them but couldn't.
Cupboard have same books with the love etched on every page but the withered flower no more respond to my touch & the words have deafening voice to push me away.
Some light is fetching life to the sleeping dust particles, to the wilted flower and aiding the guitar's string too. But no replacement to the glasses of my window pane & no map to those roads where I use to see you in peace and transparency of love
Today in zero hours I would be watching moon O beloved would you come to see the sky at the same time with mug full of coffee and sprinkles of some stars in the name of hope in it?
And this heart So populous earlier By the longings and cravings Is now sparsely occupied by the growth of hopes For the cold,impassive guest, it once so prided on Has left it so desolate the regrets,now,ooze out the pass once known for singing the bliss The voiceless beats recognised for their warlike marches to guard the king of passion residing in,are seen holding the festival of pain so numb and dumb, causing the once-so-beaming eyes flow Indus and Ganges since the geography of our feelings has ceased to dance before them any more and the splendour of our union has met the sunset declining the possibility Of some light peeping in the swollen darkness of my life Bathed in interminable chaos the mind now fails to disjoin the vast seas of despair and the soul amid the wafting winds of fear, unable to row the nasty tides of melancholy embraces the cheerless voyage having surrendered to the deserted fate....
I still remember The smell of those little jasmines Tucked between my mother's long hair Whenever she pulls me in A long, warm embrace.
My father's sweaty shirts Released an odour I avoided once, But now, I reminisce them always Beside the gratitude for his sweat and toil.
My mouth waters so bad When the oh-so-familiar aroma Of spices and love Emanates from the little stove in the kitchen The soothing scent of coconut oil From those graying hairs And the wrinkled hands of my grandma Kneeling the dough with practised perfection.
I wish I could forever remember The orange candies and their tangy scent Which my grandpa extends After a long wait, and his long day at work. Oh! How I'd run to meet him at the doorstep Eager to open his closed fist with my tiny hands!
The smell of petrichor Of the first rains my brother and I Drenched ourselves in Without telling our parents! And how badly we were scolded Tucked under stubborn blankets While tossing and turning in fever afterwards.
I still flinch, recalling The pungency of the cough syrup Pushed down my little throat after hours of force and tugging! The smell of old books recovered from the attic Which I caressed, like my little siblings Maybe with a little more love.
I was standing Silently alone Looking at the couples Under the chandeliers. The room so adorned And glamorous people Flashing manicured smiles, Controlled clinging of glasses.
I knew I didn't belong here, But under the silent stars On the dim lit terrace. I loved losing myself Not among manipulative crowds, But in the sweet fragrance Of the little lilacs Showering in the moonlight By the balcony.
But I had to stay. I wanted to know How this world works, too. And here I am, Standing, still reminiscing The delicate touch of the lilacs.
But my heart did skip a beat When those mesmerizing pair of eyes Followed mine. I couldn't help adoring Those synchronized steps Coming towards me.
'Would you please have a dance, with me?' I doubted if it was Really addressed to me. I thought he never knew I existed.
'I'm not really good at this,' I whispered in his ears As he slipped his hands Through my back. I shuddered when the satin pressed Lightly against my skin.
'You're more graceful than I am,' He smiled, green eyes sparkling. 'You look prettier up close, too.' I knew I was blushing red. How much I had wished for this moment before!
We danced, and each song that played Had never sounded more beautiful Than it did while in his arms. The people around melted away into oblivion, It was just him, me and the scent of lilacs.
I took the liberty to smile lamely And say, 'I'm pretty awkward with these things', But never had I felt so special before When he muttered with that grin I longed to see for ages, 'You are perfect'.