Wandering nights- Somewhere deep within…

Wandering nights after a long gap. Enjoy…

Memories- that’s all left

In a corner that was once spared

For all the words meant to complete 

Your love, my prayer

Promises- that bridged distance

We pledged not to mention

Still reside in the letters

Crumpled with apprehension

Stars- our sole messengers 

Lost in the darkness of time

Dorment by sudden silence 

Whispering our whines

Nights- the infinity of reunion 

Now rest in the rythm of cries

Wondering what remains 

Underneath a rubble of lies

Yet- the word that remains 

Rewinds the life once prized 

Those faded songs shared, 

Those moments paralysed

For in this pain we find a love

Unknown, unexplainable

Amidst a past gone by 

Amidst a future unshared…

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We are the sufferers…

Maybe all we hv got
In these moments to spare
Is a life to die
for those we care…

Maybe all that’s left
Of me to share
Is a bunch of roses
From the orphan ‘s heir

Maybe all that I have
Doesn’t look so fair
To drive me off the edge
That I once had peered

And those cliffs I fell
Trying to push boulders down
Drifted across these valleys
That times doesn’t surround

For now all that’s mine
Is what’s left outside
Inside is as torn
As when I came out from hide

To heal wounds I thought only
Others possessed in seclusion
Without understanding that
No story ends on conclusions

To infinity…and beyond!

Even when so much can be said in just two lines of poetry, I wish to iterate more today. In words that may mean nothing to you, but something really big to me. I wish you would remember today, as the day we met. The day I gazed into your dreamy eyes and their dreams for the very first time. And within them, found my own. 

It wasn’t the day you clutched my hand, or the day you expressed your infinite love for me. It wasn’t the day you kissed me or the day you asked me for a dance. But it was day we smiled together. The day we shared our first words. The day I stole a glance to have a closer look at you and that sheepish grin of yours. The day I saw myself knowing you even more. The day I wanted to ask a few more questions. And probably the day when I forgot about this meeting just as you left, only to return as someone new. 

You lifted me higher than I had ever dreamt. Made me believe in more than I ever could.

And yes, made me realise how the strings of a guitar rarely made a sound in the air, but trembles in a heart. How the lyrics of a lonely song could connect so well with my stammering speech. Or how the sparkle of your eyes, matched the frequency of your voice. 

As I silently gazed into the depth of what that music could stir inside me, maybe you had already realised what you could. An ambition, an answer, and a clarity of who I want to step out as. 

Yes, I love you too. Not because you loved me someday, not because you gave me a dream to live for, nor for the tranquility your presence and then these preserved memories bring to me. But simply because I have no reason now to say this. Some days, I have sat alone and pondered why I should love somebody? Why should I give my something to a somebody? Or maybe, a nobody? But now I know why, because there are simply no reasons to love. Even when you are far, and indifferent to whatever this means to you, I feel you around every moment trying to help me out. Love never dies. Either it never was, or it was never meant. Ours is none of those. I had always heard of eternity. Now I feel one. I had mocked the promises of forever. Now, I have made one. And whatever life may steer us through, I know someday, it would have to bow down to the infinity of love. Unconditional, unspoken, unbinding love. I hope these stars tell you often of how I miss you amidst their lustre. I hope they help wade off your loneliness as well, if you haven’t still found the crowd. I know though, that you are never meant for the crowd. And not even for only me too. I don’t carry selfish motives as well. And I do realise that being the complicated messenger it is, time might put you in sync with another soul too. And I accept that. I had my chance, and I know I was too foolish to foresee only the harm my wounds would cause you, missing out the healing we could impart to each other in the process.

So today, as we complete a year more of our infinity, as we love and laugh to the world, hiding what we really miss, a togetherness in this loneliness we create, I wish just more hope to myself until we meet again. Until, me and you are us. Until death do us apart and love lights up our stars. I hope you read my friend, and know that I’m here, and will always be. I have to trust the stars but who knows when the sun might rise. 

Because this is the day we met. My soul, and the earth. 

Earth day…what does it really mean?

Earth day

We observe 22nd April as Earth day, all around the world. But does this mere proclamation mean anything for thousands like those I still witness ‘playing’ with nature today? Indifferent to what each leaf they pluck contributes to the void this ignorance can impart tomorrow?

Isn’t it the same as the psychotic killings of innocent souls by the destructive forces of the world? Engulfed by the monsters of death for no legitimate reasons whatsoever? Aren’t we the destructors of our own destiny? Think about it…maybe we are indeed missing a point. 

The point of connection. 

Axed and forgotten

In the gardens of life

Thrown and fettered 

In extermination to thrive

Torn in sync

With a ludicrous love

Proving to themselves

Their powerful nerve 

And as billet-doux of death

thrown on humanity

Plucked like leaves

From the branches of insanity.

Daily prompt- Green 

This is in response to the daily post- Green

How long has it been

Since you have seen

How the apples we picked

Are turning green?

How long has it been 

Since you have seen

How the roses I once loved

Have withered all their green? 

How long has it been

Since you have seen

How the sole witness to our kiss,

The lake, has dried into green? 

How long has it been

Since all I have seen

Is the red in your heart

Decaying fast into green?

How long has it been

Since all that’s left

Between us, is my heart

And your dream? 

How long…

Daily prompt- Handwriting 

Your handwriting gave a glimpse

Of what went in your words

The way they twisted themselves

In conjunction with verse

The crests and curves

Or the soft touch

Gave away the secret

Of your first crush

Or sometimes the ink

Blotted against the line

Alarmed me of the storm

Enraging your mind

But misted under the shadows

Of typed text, edited scripts

Letters once simple 

Now hard to decrypt

This is in response to today’s prompt – Handwriting

The travelogue of my life 

We often chose to shut ourselves down, maybe for a moment or even a month, to clear the thoughts that so circumvent in our heads. And what we tend to ignore in this process is the voice, screaming out of every pore of our body to listen to that one person we should gamble all our trust upon- Us. In the urge to do what others show is right for an individual, we lose the strength of our sound. We lose sight of our goals. And most importantly we lose trust in our beliefs. We cradle in the laps of others, forgetting with time who we actually sought to be. And thus, turn out to be people the world wanted to see us as. 

The mirror to reality often acts as a barrier to dreams. Can we fill vaults only by being rational and pragmatic in terms defined by those who never steeped away from the convention?

Resolve and risk. 

Resolve to stand by your dreams and risk your life for it. Resolve to sketch a life you love and risk all your abilities upon it. We don’t need to learn by the hard way. Determination is always positioned higher than dread. The will to stand against the world and chose a path untraveled makes for a better travelogue than places the world can always venture.

My travelogue constitutes my journey into a life I dare to not only dream but to convert into a reality I wish to live in. It consists of all the routes unguided and maps undefined. It illustrates pictures to a destiny I plan and the principles I decide. 

Never be afraid to bear your soul in your words. Never be afraid to pilot the plane to your success and the destiny you chose. And assume the power to lead your own fight, with voices that struggle inside and noises that try to distract from outside.

Ultimately, the person you end up being is just the difference between who you want to be and who you chose to be. 

Define yourself in terms you wish to be read as. The world can never ignore exceptions.