Do you also wonder,
Like me, in melancholy,
If we have come far enough
To never give up on our dream?
Because I see no horizon,
And no path, whatsoever.
And it scarily seems that
We are now lost in the sea.
There is so much I wish to achieve
But there’s a storm coming,
The darkness of the horizon
Tells the prophecy.
Maybe we are lost.
Forever.
But then I see you
And realise,
With you by my side,
Even this forever isn’t long enough
Nor is any eternity.
I remember how
You wished I take
Another chance.
So desperately,
Knowing, one day,
We won’t be together
Anymore.
A chance at love
Which, I believed,
I could never go through
Once again.
For haven’t I bled
And whispered your name
Under breaths
Even in
A crowded bus?
It had been
Much more-
The intimacy,
The moments
Of silence-
That did not need
Words to fill in
The solitude.
I couldn’t have aimed
For another go
At this pathetic,
Yet wonderful thing
Called love.
But I see, now
I am proving wrong
And you, my love,
Had been right all along.
As I experience
This ecstasy,
That bonded us
Together.
Am I falling
Or failing now?
I don’t know more
Than the words
You scribbled
On that train ticket
Moments before
We bade farewell.
Now, you will probably agree,
If you’ve felt that craving thing
That doesn’t seem to die
Or fade away with passing time.
In those fruitful meetings
Where voice flutters in ecstasy
Because your love is by your side
That’s the place you would rather be!
The first kiss, of intimacy
When you lose yourself,
The world fades away
Into a silence of oblivion.
That is when you realize love
Is about the joy you could share!
In the moments of intimacy
Surrounded by the stillness of night
When one can hear even the clock ticking,
Sitting naked- open, so vulnerable
That you try to get inside
The shell, blocking out the senses.
* * *
But then I may want you to know
That love is not for the lust of it
But for the happiness of the other soul.
In those moments of togetherness
When you are so vulnerable
But not fearful- you realize.
And so forget everything
And let it be.
Isn’t that what love should be?
* * *
There is so much we learn
Even from sexual abuse, isn’t it?
I see in your eyes
A struggle to get through
But on your lips
A desire for joy.
So let us dream again,
I know hard times will fly by.
Let’s be a child
And let imagination run wild-
I will be some action hero
From the shows I watched as a kid.
What would you be?
A damsel in a fairy tale?
Or, in serenity, a lovely witch?
Let us believe
Good times will come-
Aren’t they already knocking?
Grab my hand now
I will never let it go.
Nothing stays the same for long-
Just a little more hanging on.
Sometimes,
When the going gets tough
And the visions seem lame
We may falter or trip
And muse in sceptic pain.
But all we need
Is a little bit of love
And a little bit of care,
A little bit of assurance
To make us feel safe,
A little bit of a charming voice to hear
And some little michiefs to make us cheer.
The future full of promises
And the world seems new again.
Promises we made before we ventured
To make a mark and capture fame.
Doubts disappear, fear fades away
And remembering the Homeland
Makes us invincible again.
So I believe,
When the going gets tough
Or dreams seem lame
All we need
Is a good human being.
Let the burning fade away
For the path is clear now
And the lights shimmering.
Let those memories disappear
Into a void of nothingness
And our mind be new again.
Say not what could have been
Or what if it wouldn’t have been
But forgive and set yourself free.
For your toiling soul bereaved
Now deserves time to breathe,
To rejoice in new vitality.
For it is what you were meant to do
You know. You can recall it
From the time when you arrived.
So let us breathe and let it go
All that we still hold on to –
Things that hurt from long ago.
For memories that were not meant
To be what they have become –
There’s no use of keeping them.
So come to life once again
Live it, love it, make mistakes.
That is what makes memories.
This lovely soul of yours
Was meant to dwell happily.
The trees whisper a wintry song,
The night is dark, the moon past shone,
The stars are bright while mist plays on
I feel addressed by nature’s summon.
The cold pierces my skin, indeed
It seems winter welcomes me.
The woods are still but I do hear
The cold that sweeps underneath.
And the united hearts beat on
The trees, the shrubs, the leaves breath on.
I whisper under warmth of sheets
And praise the wondrous almighty,
And hope someday I can paint down
This realism that mesmerizes me.
The night progresses, its time I’d sleep,
And so I lie down into bliss.
Bliss, as my brow beams at me
For its time to rest, for peace.
And one more time wonder I
If this isn’t heaven, then where would it be?
One day, I will be at the top. I’ll be the best.
And it will be the test of my journey’s rest.
But I’ll conquer, I believe,
For I know what it is to be
At the receiving end of tyranny.
When the tyrants forget they too
Were once in our same old shoes.
They forget the bygone past,
Slaying the ideas of their pupils. It lasts
As long as their ego drives, casting
Shadows of ruthlessness, spreading
Desperation and gloom.
And if it is not over soon
Another aspiration has been ruined.
Why is it that power mars
The humanity in our hearts.
When I’ll be the best I surely know
I’ll be better than these hopeless souls
Because they can reach the top
But they cannot be the best, for sure.
She arrives for the umpteenth time
Now, and I gaze astonished.
She has brought yet umpteenth straw
As her nest, with hay, she builds.
Persevering, countless flights,
Cautious at each landing
As discreet as she can be,
Doing it all with utmost skill.
It might not seem bravo at all
But you should imagine it,
If you were to build your house
Bringing one by one, each brick!
And as you would, tired, arrive,
You were to put it in place,
And then leave(again) for the next brick.
As such, building the whole place!
I think now my job is done
For you realise like I did,
What a bird is capable of.
Indeed you would respect it.
And teach it to children too
So that they are barred
From pelting such beings with stones,
Like one day, a boy I saw.
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