No I'm not the one for you, Nor you are for me, I can never be happy with you, Bcuz all I do is bleed.
Carrying a heavy heart, Watching my emotions depart, Here I lie in the acatalepsy, That is slowly becoming my idiosyncrasy.
I hope this doesn't hurt you, Bcuz I never loved you, All we had was an illusion, Nothing more than confusion, Driven by impulse, never by passion.
I know you will find your lucky stars, And I wish you a new start, I don't think it will be easy, But let's stop being so klutzy.
I shall close my eyes as I effervesce my duende, I hope you don't think I'm smiling, Bcuz this is the sound of me dying.x
Vocabulary: 1.acatalepsy: incomprehensibility of things; the belief that nothing is certain, only probabilistic 2.idiosyncrasy: way of thinking that is characteristic of a person; peculiarity 3.klutzy: socially inept 4.duende: mystical charm of one's art 5. anagapesis: falling out of love for something or someone
I'm a traveller fighting his own insides, Floating in the empty space that is not nothing, Brimming with blithe, Like a star with no light, Wore to a frazzle yet alive.
So far away from home, Marching towards a selcouth land that has no name, In this sciamachy there is scintilla of eunoia, Where the blackbirds sing, And the clouds are pink, And lover's scent filled in my lungs, Guiding me, Though not all the way through.
Gray cold bedsheets suffering through rising moon, Dementia blooms, Sense of reality swiftly falling into the schizophrenic oasis, Paranoïa is comfort, If only it were a nightmare, Personal Gehenna gyving me to the very core? Ah I wish It's the sweet excruciating memento of the departed hour.
AAINA Tha mujhsa hi tu Kahin mujhme hi tha Maine khud se bhi zyada tujhe mehsoos kiya Na mere bina tu, na tere bina main Meri pehchan sa tu Teri parchaai sa main Meri palkon ki nami me tu Tere Jism ki khushbu me main Din ka savera tu mera Teri raaton ki kami me shaamil main Aayat sa tu or uske hurf main Aaina tu or aqs main, Raasta sa tu or uski manzil main Tha mujhsa hi tu Kahin mujhme hi tha...
P.s. it's just an attempt towards urdu poetry, so do tell me in the comments how is it, any suggestions, criticism etc.xx
I'm A Dewdrop, Sometimes Worn By Their Empty Eyes To Kiss Their Pain As A Teardrop
I have travelled the junction betwixt rainbows and rains although my fragile, delicate and curve physique is hard to elope with any season or sky my pockets are filled with the peonies of hope while my dewy flesh can constellate thousands of monarchies to cosmic burgs
The hiraeth those icicles cause shiver my soul but those blossoms glow my blued womb with shades of snow I feel grey in lips of autumn when a petal of lily wither indicating another yatter of grave-gardenia with an apt ambush of coronavirus on the people of Vatican to Russia
I try to mask those innocent eyes with fog and drops of tears but how can I stop the violent flames of inhumanity and let clouds snuff the lightening of tyranny and to chunder camaraderie as I know I'm the last and eensy extant of nature afraid of being blown off in the poems of oblivion .
(Vatican is worlds smallest while Russia is biggest country)
I still gaze at you when I feel low in my weary days and you always assure me that everything's gonna be fine. I know I bother you every time but, you still keep smiling at me and always make me blush. Now, I painted myself in your hues and just can't wait to tell you that, ' ❛ ❜.
It's not about me. It's not about you. It's about everything you'll never know. It's about all i couldn't tell you. It's about all you couldn't bear seeing. It's about all you'll never be hearing. It's about all the lights i've switched off. It's about all the lies you were being told of. It's about your favourite ice cream, melted already. It's about your only cup, that's on the floor. It's about your favourite photograph, not yours alone. It's about your naughty pet, already dead. The sun is up, there're clouds there too. You say you love it all. Hey, trust me, not all. You know you see it all, but know no distance. You say you hear it all, yet nothing close. It's not for them, it is for you. They'll never know. You'll never know.
Can't forget our day and night conversation How you fought your battle with a heroic smile Never you let anyone judge you Nor you showed anyone your weak side All you were known by a joker Who just know to spread smiles.
Forgetting what this year brought us to 20/10/2020 etched In my heart Forever and ever. ..because it's the day I talked to you for the last time Today you did wish me Birthday in advance Told me all that, I thought was just a timely thing And you will be back in few hours with the same zist Wish I had not ignored and talked to you little more But the mail which says all Here I am left empty in this fall Reading the poem over and over again All I wanna say hope I meet you soon again
Wherever you are brother..I am sure you are in peace Kinjoo loves you to the core. I forgot my real name...been used to called kinjoo by you. Now that even your account is gone. I am just left alone