Endless rhythm of my heart, you're the breathes I inhale to sustain my life. In the world, where shadows make me feel unwanted, you calling my name fills me with the rare love for myself. When the universe unables to get me in fear, Darling you are my Achilles' hill, making me vulnerable. Perhaps, love is another name of vulnerablity. My wilted nerves confines themselves with your blood, Valves behind the windows of my heart breathes in your lungs. The straits of my eyesights meet in your ocean eyes. To deal with the depth of your heart and vastness of your mind, LOVE, I'm trusting the crossroad that's your soul. Since a long, I've dealt with hollow shadows all around, I find my first person in you, cruelly honest, irresistible fall. All were just words, Sweetheart, you've taught me the meanings. Everyone is season, you're the climate.
The darkness inside me needs your light. The desert inside me needs your rain. The land inside me needs your sky. The dusk inside me needs your dawn. The wounds inside me need your aid. The child inside me needs your sight. The demons inside me need your embrace. The lungs inside me need your air. The heart inside me needs your beats. The life inside me needs your will. The soul inside me needs your strength. The love inside me needs you again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again . . . . . . . .
I hold your face in my songs, Elated a little to peep through your eyes. You look like the day you expressed your love to my hungry unloved heart. I felt like I'd never felt before. And since then, Some days I remains in colour of your rays and some days I ignite like clinkers in fires gaze.
The chaos and peace jumbles in your breeze but darling your eruptions burn my grasslands. With my pain and passion, I've felt the love which breathes heavily through my lungs. You flow through my blood. My flesh knows how you smell, my bone is attached to you more than my skin. The demons that surrounded you once, you've never known I invited them into my blood and flesh. They haunt me with your denials.
The curtains once heard the melodies of our love, they now hear the lyrics from some broken radio. I remember how my rains slided down, perhaps that's lost in the mirage of life. I know how to love you till my skin gets cracks and bones turn into dust, my heart stops beating and blood corrode into rust.
You're the land with some bricks, darling I've built my home into your arms. Like a vagabond, so unaware of how devotion smells, I've breathed them out.
Out of my darkness, I'm painting a sun for your love. Perhaps, my painted sun will be there, longer than your shadows. In snowy ways along with your footprints, there are my scattered pieces, raging with fire, they don't know the difference between tropic and frigid, they all have is heart.
"SWEAR ON MY UNWORTHY BEATS, AND TAKE SOME OATHS"
Don't linger if you wanna leave. Don't forget if you want a lifetime. Don't ruin if you still feel the way you used to. Don't stop if you wanna built our castle again. Don't fight if you wanna love. Don't look away if you wanna look again. Don't lie if you want the trust. Don't hide if you wanna say. Don't break if you wanna initiate. Don't stay if you start to feel for someone else.
Veiled in the mysteries of life, my black were cutting through your whites. Unprepossessed strife, I became patient of your songless nights. In your breeze, so gentle and fragile, I hovered insanely, jerking carefree wild. Washing my bloods in your tide, I hourboured through you, in and out, broad. Your hands were neither swords nor knife, How did you pierce through my heart with lights. Spotted your eyes on my miseries in rife, Sweetheart, you didn't care about my demons' fight. You are an art darling, so painted, so versatile, How could I fit there? A wildfire in ocean's mild. You're the sky, having clouds, enormous and wide, I'm the desert, barren, devastated without abode. Melting in your hands now I want you in my afterlife, In very nook and each down, on different heights. In cronet with long laces of old vintage wife, I surpass my nerves of tender heart in your rights. You'll be the rain in my lap of desert, soul and fertile, I know, we have an entire castle of our love to build. I'm blinded in your affection, you're worth this blind ride, Being paradox, my love, we're uneven but not odd. ~ Kanak
Beauty wrapped with kindness Enchanting as stars in the sky Such a girl with heavenly bliss Her smile is nothing but pleasure to the eyes❤ @samiksha_pattanaik
You are perfection amidst chaos Your beauty is similar to autumn blushing. Your words captivate others like they have been breathing peace. There is love There is Hope and then comes You. @chaotic_phrases .
She is grace and beauty personified, She weaves dreams with her walk, Her eyes sparkle with stolen moonlight, While her lips smile, with colour of love❤❤ @vedika
Your smile reminds me of the cresent of the night sky Your perfection is a flaw that the imperfect me can't defy You're the rainbow of this canvas, you're the ray of belief to this lost Who knew these souls will be together in the walk of destiny, from once being two strangers, passing by. Happy Birthday Love! ❤ @imprateek_qm
She’s everything that defines love, she’s intimately wild with a mad attractive attitude, she’s strength, power, and magic wrapped up in graceful beauty, she’s the kind of independent lady that scares weak men, she’s also the kind of lady that only a real man can handle and love. ♥ She has a fierce mind, a kind heart, stormy eyes, and a strong brave soul.. She's the kind of poetry that lasts a thousand forevers and beyond. she's a sunset with sunsets in her eyes✨✨ @sparklingsoul
"There is life after death."said my over-enthusiastic peers. I was sinking and I couldn't even nod my weak and fragile head. "Let's reunite your spirit with your body to fulfil your desires." "If you wish to live in the next world..." they said, but I was dead
They removed my organs, and dried out my body with a mixture, then filled me with saw dust and wrapped my body in bandages They placed me in an elaborate tomb as guided by the scripture Wordless and unmoved, I have been lying in my cell for ages.
Anthropos and Egyptologists are desperate to get a glimpse of me Novelists and filmmakers love to portray me as a malignant spectre This canopic jar has decayed and it's easy for me to set myself free It's time to rise and make them feel my powers, so, out I must venture
After all these years, Essence of your fragrance is still fresh in my reminisce. I remember those sparkling amber eyes like sun shines in the sombre sky Warmth of your embrace kindles me You Shown me parts unexplored within my own soul You touched my very existence with warming smile of yours Unwithered, blessed with eternity Love, our love is imprinted In my heart for forever and furthermore ~nbsanta
Why Men Don't Cry Sometimes the pain is too great to bear And the splinters dig in deep from the stairs Still between the blood and sweat, you see no tears He would rather die, then to let you see him cry.
In the darkness, his eyes are bloodshot As they take everything, he's got Mind, body, soul all shattered Never to be whole He will not give into his fears You will not see his tears Cause he would rather die, then to let you see him cry.
You see society says that men don't cry So, that is why Most are unable to love and won't commit To a relationship and really don't give a shit And despite the pain that they go through Only a few and I mean only a few Will let you see the tears in their eyes Cause they would rather die, then to let you see them cry.
My father was stern so I learned My lessons first hand About how to be a man How to be the breadwinner And be the last to eat dinner I learned the price Of pain and sacrifice And despite what my father went through One thing he did not do was cry He would rather die then to let you see Tears in his eyes.
Beneath the woven moonlight And the glistening lapidary against the sapphire eve Like ice-flakes on a dark hood For as great as my nearsighted eyes can see
With a cigarette in the driveway And the feathers of those clouds falling down My breath and the smoke runs away with the zephyr And I’m alone again in this pretty how town
Without a sound Waiting for you to come back around Without a glance for the ground Waiting for you to come back
Like the farmers wait for their flax Or the women tend to the millions of moths That sound like rain on the roofs Or that sound like the crackling of my cigarette burning Breaking the silence beneath the woven cocoon Light of the white philtrum moon
NEW POST AFTER A LONG TIME..HOPE YOU GUYS WILL LIKE IT.
Under the stars, shadows of night, There was lit a bright candle light. Its shine, so pure and so bright, Alone fought the darkness, Away sent the fright.
At first it went easy, It all went soo well. For much longer it will burn. Everyone could easily tell.
A while its been, since birth of flame, Nights have passed, new shadow came, Still it stands tall, in deepest night, Burning hope, the candles light.
As sun went down, the fire rose, To fight anew with its old foes. It all went on for so so long, The candle weakened, The night still strong. Many saw the hopeful light, But now its will, nor scars, nor fight. All they knew, there view was ill, Candle did keep burning, But its wounds did not heal.
It still goes on, after all that time, Our warrior of hope and light, Now stands bent and broken, Illuminating his final night.