Perspectives on ideas and the wild
Flowing through the pathof a forgotten ballad,I landed at one of the old townsof nostalgia, of dreamy past.Each house, a block of memorystood in ruins, trying to protectexistence of its past, its glory.The pillars trembling,like the trembling importanceof these moments, in my life.Colours fading, roofs falling,a pale departure.And at the twilight of these ruins,At the …
How can I tell herabout her tender crimes?The unintended cuts from her smile;Sly theft of my emotional calm.She has tossed me into a whirlwind of love.Trespassing into my dreams;She has become the melody that enters my ears, even when she speaks nothing at all.I am strangled by her fragrance,and left as a solitary bard,singing hymns …
आज तुम्हारी बोहोत याद आरही है।यूं तो प्यार हम तुमसे करते हैपर यह प्यार आज बोहोत सता रही है।कागज के इस पन्ने पर,शब्दों के कुछ आसू बिखेर दिए हैं,सुनना चाहोगे? सुनना चाहोगे इस आशिक दिल का इजहार?आज तुम्हारी बोहोत याद आरही है।चेहरे से मानो हशी मिट गई है,हशी की वजह जो तुम हो।यूं बेवजह , …
All my love, lay on a canvas,like a piece of modern art.Visible to all, but you.Understood by few; but you.All my voices, lay on paper,like a fiction, unread by you.I exist as silent words,You, like a humming melody.Both together, a song.Let fate sing it aloud,perhaps melt the barriers,the strangeness in being strangers.You know it, I …
I wrote a song for you today, wish I could have sung it for you. Drenched in a rain of nostalgia, the paperboat of words; sailing through a puddle of melody. wish I could have sailed it for you. Some smiles left unexplained, Some phrases left untold, Some feelings left unchained, wish I could have …
She ran her hands over my head; her fingers combing across my hair. Lying on the velvety grass, she dragged her body closer to mine, almost hugging me yet separated by almost a breath. She wanted to speak, I could sense. "I feel like I am too emotional" she spoke. "Hmm. Maybe" I replied in …
Words of love, you came too late. Like a tear drop of gentle affection, you rolled down my cheeks. But I am glad you came. This emotion, I fear; I may misname. How we came close, how our hearts stumbled, inexplicit, yet inevitable. This hazy mystery; Is love, the search for our answers? The certainty …
There is a pain within, Don't know if I should sink in it, Or swim across it. This thought, this feeling, so unusual. This thought that muddles my peace. This pain, from a source of pleasance. This pain, that I hate; yet love its cause and reason.
You had to leave, I know. But I had things to tell, you don't know, songs to sing, love to confess and desires to express. I will, when we meet again. The road trip we wanted; always. Camp under a moonlit sky, catch fireflies in the wild, dreams and moments to relive together. …
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Prologue Love and duty are a dilemma. One is dream the other a reality. One is destination the other a path. Contrariwise. What would you, rather choose? 10:00 PM Ten hours till end of duty. I tossed restlessly on the hay to switch between thoughts. But she was constant; the sovereign over my dreams. …
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