I find places like this so packed with memories. Visiting them can be like opening a memory jar. You take off the lid and the smells and sounds of a place hit you, unlocking things folded away deep in your brain...
I want an asteroid of kindness to melt and form a layer in atmosphere of our earth and put an end to the subduction among humans, so that there remains no need of nuclear proliferation around the world.
A world where human minds only absorb anode rays and love will be the only wormhole to reach each other's heart, where diabetes of jealousy, seeing other's luminescence of glory doesn't ruin the retina of soul, where people will not use orbit of other's heart to revolve their selfish reasons but just keep orbiting the sun called heart made of truth.
This world become a place where every prostar gets equal mass of education and food,where cancer of poverty will not take life of dreams from eyes of humans, where the magellanic cloud of honesty always keeps orbiting our galaxy of inner self and where any caste, creed, race or appearance will not be able to make hole in the ozone shield of humanity.
Everyday, belongings of nature, whether it's forests,humans,animals, water, mountains or anything, each of them will sing carols of care to each other and do ballet as an ode to life on earth.
A world with benignity as gravity which will pull every human towards it. Where every day, a solstice will take place, in which our earth will tilt towards peace and away from wars.
Collecting galaxies of broken stars And scattering them over the sand, Beside the picture made of brittle shells, We see ourselves falling again and again For the footprints which aren't yet imprinted. We walk barefoot on them Adorning a galaxy which once was home, Bleeding through cuts due to sharp edges, We wish for those two polar stars Collide with each other causing the stardust to Make the waters glitter under moonlight.
An eye sings song of uncertainties While the other seeks hope betwixt the wrinkles On a face which hasn't smiled for moments yet days. Eyes are meant to lie in the name of blunder Eyes are meant to smile in the name of what they themselves wonder. We sit closing our eyes, trying to calm a thunder But think about the wishes made in dark Which got never associated with the shooting stars ever.
We've learnt to shrug off the weight That the fantasy about our own world carry. We desire to live a life close to it And then blame the two ends of a single mind which were forced to meet. The floor on which we try to walk with cold feet, Is always slippery with the regrets of past. We count the number of deeds to be cherished Letting the most mundane thoughts of all Hover over the lives we could never nourish.
Mist on a few eyes, Can make others clean the spectacles over the thoughts neat. Mist on a few tongues, Can make the silence echo louder with a wiser beat. Mist on us is just way We blur out our imperfections. Mist on them is just a way We refrain from remembering their perfections which shone in summers.
Maybe we would never understand that We are droplets of mist on a plant From an ethereal galaxy That belongs to our fantasy On which the pretty flowers bloom As the night sings ballad When the imaginary stars collide, About the lives never really lived.
We wrote a piece on an aging wife's insecurity about not being good enough for her husband, a husband who's still deep in love with her... And Love itself commenting how the couple became evergreen.
KEHTA HAI JOKER AS THE WIFE
You put your lips gently on my forehead Bless my being with a comforting peck My wrinkled face fits perfectly in your palm It lights up a spark, still makes my tempest calm While I've grown old, you've grown charming My walls are creeping, my dreams and reality colliding Our lives have been spent together, but is that enough? My supple skin has now turned rough Do you still remember our vows as I do? Darling, I'm still on forever, are you too? Am I staring down an unavoidable slippery slope? Has My fantasy has ended as my heart still sings songs of hope?
FLEEING_FOSSIL AS THE HUSBAND
Every dawn as you wake me up, I experience a sense of euphoria just as the mist on fresh foliage does as it is skimmed by the first ray of soaring sun. That sweet voice of yours lacquers my skies with honey hues. The veracious warmth in your eyes holds an apricity like a sweater that keeps me cozy not just in the winters. Your scented breath is a soothing zephyr to my forehead drizzled with mild sweat. Your pulchritudinous smile has mastered the art of re-painting my daily blues with rainbows. That delicious sunny marmalade you spread on my bread finely parallels with our sour and sweet memories. Your essence has nurtured orchards of love in my heart that would never learn the meaning of mortality.
In the nights, I see you writing your diary, to be honest, I read it. Not merely once or twice instead everyday. Each nuance you jot is wholly the truth except for the fact that it's not your diary but my biography.
//And do you ask me why I love you?//
I ain't a poet but let me tell you.
Doesn't your favorite author say, "if being a kid is about learning how to live then being an adult is about learning how to die.."
And my theory is a bit related too.
//- if being an adult is about learning to die for you, then being geriatric is about craving to die with you. (clasped in each others' arms.)//
- Forever isn't a myth darling, but we should nurture and protect it as the mother bird does its eggs, and I would do it till my last breath.
LOVETHATNEVERFADES AS LOVE
I became the idyllic radiance, her eyes emitted every time she saw him, and in silence, he etched me as an unfading memory of hers splattered across the boundless horizon. They savored me and gave me an eternal term which blooms but rarely resides for eternity in the depth of everyone's heart. But both of them, in their own manner personified me like a rare celestial connection. Like a mother longing for her child, clutching tight yet taken care with utmost affection and tenderness
Grooving in their hearts under the aviator sky Settling between their Unspoken words Lanconing behind their authentic smile. In silent prose, I swoon in their eyes I am the love, held between their breaths Forever and ever love, that never fades...