Your love was like that of a little boy running after a butterfly with a net but alas you never realised that I was not meant to be caught, I was not meant to be grabbed by the golden cage, I was not meant to be clutched by your hopeless emotions.
I was the poetry, not meant to be garnished under your lonesome candelabras. I had to affirm my existence inside the mayhem of fumy headstones. But inside the sockets of those chandeliers, I burnt like a cotton wick dipped in mystical oils.
I was the art, neither meant to be hung on your bedroom nor embellished with your mild gazes of fresh eyes. But inside the courtyards of Mohenjo-daro, I collapsed like the walls of big houses, like never before .
Now I'm alone, terribly alone like an effigy standing on the centre of a known city with many unknown gazes and sheer blackness. But I feel relaxed without your (lov/cag)e.
Burn like candles to spread a group of flamingos replacing the phenomenal caligo. Sacrifice their Colors to lend Colors on newly flourished buds. But some souls never satisfy and just hurt. They consider us their world but some run away. "They never want to ruin your life Bcoz they already have ruined their life on you..."
"bloom in the ice" is another old poem here on Mirakee which I remade! I do desire to remake more of my old poems soon, and I also want to read everyone's posts, but I cannot find the proper time right now due to ongoing projects.
“You are loved!” you'd scream into hearts and it would return back echoing for a day or two. How many nows a day is made of? And how many times would you explain nows are better than fishy forevers? And who am I to tell you that not a loud scream but a slight whisper is what your tired heart needs. By? By...by... Do I have to say it? It's you, stupid lass!
Those very nows when your uneven fingers get the paints right on the blank papers which tolerate your blank stares for five minutes straight. Two minutes of skill-questioning, two minutes of picture completion celebration-imagining and one minute of will to start from nothingness.
Those very nows when you get a step right your mentor smiles bright and you miss it next time. There's some thing when it comes to learning something you already know which opens the doors for all the betterment. And I've seen you smile when you got the wave right and wished there was someone to capture the sight.
Those very nows when you've been the reason behind smiles and for sure you did smile wider than the times they are the reason behind yours. Songs have been the way to reach a few hearts but on the way you often ignore the days and nights spent in the wait of such songs to reach you unlike the never falling stars. Sometimes ignorance is the best medicine eh?
And you know now how to deny things. Just do it when the person is right beside you and on your “No” look if the eyes are laughing along too. The things you'd address as teeny tiny things, you never know how it makes someone feels. Loved or unloved worthy or unworthy peaced or distressed or maybe all of it at once?
You know now how it's a simple theory that when little things mean the world, then little things can fill you up with happiness to the brim, can fill you up with hurt you'll drown in.
The way you see yourself as if you don't even exist, is the worst thing you've ever done. And when next time you'll worship with all your heart all the little things, do consider yourself as one of them atleast.