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  • wallfl0wer 43w

    read this slowwwwly.

    ps: an outcome of failed dark writeup and my constant mood of 'yrrr mujhe ghumne jana hai'.

    and im done for this year.

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    cast-a-way

    abandoning,
    habitual walls and dome,
    complaining,
    wrecked roofs and monochrome,
    hoping,
    to find familiarity,in places unknown,
    i have been,
    wandering,
    far across from home.



    i saw,
    walls,
    offenders staining them,
    with striking grafitti,
    and ones that display neon signs,
    screaming 'cheapest booze in city'.
    walls that echoed angelic hymns,
    and ones that bottle up sins full upto brims.
    walls that sing of doom's grandeur
    and ones that cage evils and wrong-doers.
    walls where new lives were birthed,
    and walls that were burned,
    along with humans,on grounds of revenge.



    i saw,
    roads,
    that lead to highways,
    and to places claimed as heaven's stairways.
    roads that diverged in two,
    and ones that converged travellers,
    to savour good ol' home brew.
    roads that were shunned in silence,
    and ones where people marched,
    against violence.
    roads that promise a great future,
    and ones haunted with grey pasts.



    i saw
    strangers,
    exchanging postcards,
    and psychedelics licitly barred,
    strangers stealing kisses,
    behind breath-fogged windows,
    tasting lover's blisses,
    and strangers stealing riches,
    thanking luck for every bullet he misses.
    strangers distributing free food,
    and some hogging more than,
    it could be chewed.

    children,
    dressed in uniforms,
    who walked to school with frown,
    and ones dressed in worn out gowns,
    who walked to workplace, missing fun of playgrounds.

    nomads,
    who made catchy tunes,
    lyrics that glorified fortunes,
    gloom of detachment,
    analogizing lovers to stars and moon,
    and asking fellow wanderers,
    to join them in their songs,
    in chilly afternoons.



    i saw,
    castaways,
    wishing to go back, to their homes,
    back to habitual monochrome,and domes,
    and wanderers,
    like me running,
    away from home,
    to find grounds,
    that abide no contrast,
    of everything moral,
    to find grounds,
    where peace,kindness and love everlast.

    ©wallfl0wer

  • wallfl0wer 43w

    ok i tried (._.)
    #trance

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    wicked tracks and saintly trance

    i have kept safe,
    the mixed tape,
    R&B that soothed your blues,
    jazz that our heart danced to,
    wicked tracks with saintly trance,
    and pious ones with sinned lyrics.

    i have kept safe,
    the polaroids,
    that caught me,
    stealing glances at you,
    and the ones that seize,
    your annoyance,
    for random clicks.

    i have kept safe,
    our essence in,
    my verses
    and your letters,
    envelopes,
    postal stamps,
    also,those rusty flickering lamps,
    that have witnessed,
    our illicit silhouettes on the wall.

    i have kept safe,
    your leftover charm,
    in my vain exsistence,
    your tokens,
    as most blissful reminiscence.

    ©wallfl0wer

  • wallfl0wer 43w

    ज़ुल्मत: darkness

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    तेरे वजूद से चिंगारी हर रात चुराते हैं,
    तो लिख पाते हैं
    मेरे मकानों की ज़ुल्मत सिर्फ चिरागो से नहीं हटती.

    ©wallfl0wer

  • wallfl0wer 44w

    hahahaha

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    तराज़ू के एक ओर रखे ख्वाब,
    दूसरी तरफ हकीक़त,
    मोल रखा दूरियों का,
    और सौदा हो गया नींद का.

    ©wallfl0wer

  • wallfl0wer 44w

    किरमिच : canvas.

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    कोशिश की थी तेरे रंगों से ज़िन्दगी के किरमिच रंगने की,
    पर देखो मेरे हिस्से सिर्फ स्याही ही आई,
    तो बिखर रही है,
    स्याही तुम्हारे किस्से लिखने में
    और ज़िन्दगी खुद को समेटने में

    ©wallfl0wer

  • wallfl0wer 44w

    hmm?

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    draw a veil over and conceal,
    isolated spiel of 'me' and 'you',
    expose some bits,
    and those stories of 'us'
    the ones rotting as scrap,
    spitting tinge of you,
    venting fumes of me,
    embellish the rubble,
    with elfin words,
    festoon it into verses,
    bare the beauty,
    hide the hideous,
    chain it in poetries,
    while everyone lauds,
    let it hang at my collum,
    untill it breaks my spine,
    and finally,
    tie the ends into wreath,
    and lay it on my coffin.


    ©wallfl0wer

  • wallfl0wer 47w

    senseless.
    but posting this at 4 am makes sense.

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    i plucked my bits,
    polished them,
    with passion,warmth and kiss,
    amassed them into a pebble,
    gave it your name,
    threw it aiming for stars,
    and never heard it land.

    ©wallfl0wer

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    the bruises that are sewn to suppress,
    tears,wails and emotional mess,
    leave scars that bleed till death.

    ©wallfl0wer

  • wallfl0wer 47w

    puppet

    cut out all ropes of the ragged doll,
    the puppet that leaps and crawl,
    on your grip and command,
    and perhaps,
    i may wish to dance again.

    ©wallfl0wer

  • wallfl0wer 47w

    roots

    i try to weed out
    the roots of my agony,
    the ones that crush my rosy canopy,
    and i end up splitting them in
    you,me,love and some verses.

    ©wallfl0wer