Eloquent Feelings

Pushed away, torn apart Stamped and ripped in parts! Shall I burn the hell? Or get burnt? Because it all hurts and I don't want it to end. Losing my mind and my soul Wanting to walk away But keeping close. Is this how it was meant to be? Turn the time and I wouldn't start again But now that it already has, I can't walk away I can't walk away. When I asked you to come along I didn't ask for annihilation I didn't ask for annihilation If this is love Help me hate you But now even if I try I think I can't walk away Holding, hurting, crying Watching my heaven turn to hell Wanting to burn the bridge But all I keep doing is Walk the bridge. Burn it, break it, demolish it I don't wanna go back But I guess I'll build a new one No matter how much it hurts I think I can't walk away. No! Not anymore; I'm stuck in annihilation and I guess I'm loving the pain. So, I can't walk away.

Even if I stand here still At this very moment of time, I move. I move with you. A moment ahead in time. Even if I hold still And bring no change at all. I'll change. Change with you. When I look back in life Even if I fail But cease to give up I'll grow. Grow everyday with you. Someday, will taste success too! Even if I say I hate everything and everyone I'll love. Love with you As we all have little love within us. Even if days get harder And nights never seem to end I'll hope. Hope with you. For, there's light at the end of tunnel Even if you leave As people come, people go I'll live Live for myself That's why I was born, that's how I'll go

"Ssh! You'll be fine." I wrapped her in my arms trying to comfort her from something I could never understand. When I had set out on a path of conquest of life, I bumped into her and since that day I have known that she is like a quenching of my thirst of life. But life never comes easy. Behind her beautiful innocent appearance lies her demons. I tell her everyday that she will be fine; but, will she? Not a single person can look into her eyes and make out that there lies a galaxy of darkness inside her, thriving every night and embracing her. I see my girl standing on the edge of life and death, everyday. Every night. She has got the most beautiful and compassionate heart; she has also got cruelty and brutality, but for herself. The girl I love the most can't love me back with the same vigour and she's unaware of it. She thinks she loves me and even I had that notion but when I started knowing her, I knew she was able to love more but she just couldn't get r...

The kind of broken where there's No beginning Time is a battle and Defeat destiny! Swimming across an ocean So deep One more moment, I tell myself But no end to reach. Running away from people but Looking back too To find myself alone but Hoping not to. Scared and afraid of what lies In my head Illusionary demons thrive in mind and Paralyze my senses. Callous or sensitive? Or , Nothing at all Only tears can be trusted, smiles So foul . No! I shouldn't be alone With myself Because solitude can destruct little Peace that remains. I ain't fighting, and I am No survivor. Soon I will give up, but today I'll put an effort.

आलस और थकान से भरी आँखें, अब ज़रा सोना चाहती हैं लक्ष्य को पल भर भूलके, समय के साये में खोना चाहती हैं दिल और दिमाग की इस लड़ाई में, दोनों को मैं समझाऊंगा रस्ता टूटा या मुश्किल तो क्या, मंज़िल तो हर हाल में पाउँगा। जो अपने थे वो पराये हुए, पराये तो खैर पास  आते कब थे लक्ष्य जिन्होंने यहाँ पाया है, वो लघु मार्ग पर जाते कब थे घर छूटा, घर वाले छूटे, मैं राही खुद अपनी राह  बनाऊंगा रस्ता टूटा या मुश्किल तो क्या, मंज़िल तो हर हाल में पाउँगा। प्रतिदिन क्षितिज से ढलता सूरज, फिर अपनी  जगह पे आता है प्रकृति अविरल...

World that I, almost, own Hanging on a thread of luck Working hard, lazying off Time goes by, I remain stuck. World where I am, almost, happy Just after crossing last hurdle I will win, only if last remains last And, chronology doesn't reshuffle. World where I am, paradoxically, free Make my own choices but Bounded with choices imposed on me And, life restricted in shell-nut. World where I take, so much, pride In my existence, in my survival No time to hum in solitude Chaos has become my living.

Everything you have is not everything If you lie awake alone After the lights go off! Nothing can never be nothing If it so much matters After the lights go off! Somethings are not just somethings If it beats deep inside your heart After the lights go off Sometimes are more than sometimes If you relive them every time After the lights go off! All that matters, all that is true Are only those that keeps you awake After the lights go off!

Long back, I would have been gone, With no traces of me except in few hearts. Every bit of me mixed with dust and earth, Gone like the unseasonal rain; It was destined for me to be in heaven. A thread of love swirled around my heart Tied and captured, binding me here! I still wish to fly to nowhere but above sky, But the single strand of love Binds me to this worldly lies.

"I'm falling for you and I don't want to think straight. I have not been this happy since a long time. Let's not stop, because,I know that you *feel* the same." I urged him holding his hand on the extreme secluded corner of a small coffee house. The rain drops were gently touching the window pane beside, just as I wanted his fingers to touch my skin and run down my soul. He tried too hard to not to look at my eyes, but I was drowning into his eyes wanting to kiss his lips and to melt in his arms. I knew he was falling hard and I was not. I just loved the feeling of being loved and wanted it so badly. Just as the drought hit land requires rain, I needed love and I couldn't let him go. Finally, he made a move and tried to speak; but he was struck as he looked at me. It was nothing like the time had stopped or the world ceased to exist, like it happens in movies, the time was running as fast as our heartbeats then and all the people were there too but it didn...

It’s divided into two different eras of my life- my memories in and with rain . The first are the nonchalant days from the extreme past which I refer to as “Before Growing Up” period, and the second is the “After Growing Up” period when my whole perception as a pluviophile changed for the good. My memories during the “Before Growing Up” period are simple and colorful like every other kid’s. Rain was the excuse to mount my grandfather’s shoulder on my way back home from school. When I grew up a little, rain was the cause of my struggle for fitting into my pink raincoat with a school bag on the back. The most difficult problem, I tell you, was walking home in wet socks and water-filled shoes. I, being a pluviophile since childhood, fantasized about getting drenched in the rain; however, all I did was try to navigate the paper boats that never sailed. Running in the rain across the lawn forcing my paper boat to move was so much of an adventure back then. That little dance in the rain w...

A titillating anxiety, A sweet pain, Few skipped heart beats, Fresh like first rain. Stealing glimpses, Following her; Exchange of glances, In the corridor. I grew old, Feel is still young. Such is the spell of, The first love.

An ocean of darkness, And, a mind that overthinks; Drowning in my own self, While nobody sees. Don't tell me it's in my mind; Show me how to deal. I know, soon, I will rise, But today, help me heal! Cuts and suicidal tendencies, Growing demons in me. So burdened by these, Only if death makes me free! A tinge of hope, a pinch of faith, Is all I'm surviving upon. Giving up, giving in, Fighting for better tomorrow.

"Ever felt a cool soothing breeze walking down the pavement? He is that soothing breeze to me. I need him like the fields need rain after drought. When he looks at me, I feel my heart beating; I live when I'm with him, rest of the time I wait to live. I'm not saying I love him. But, I want to drown in the depths inside him, he is a mystery I want to solve, I want to feel his soul and I want to love all the imperfections that makes him so perfect. I can't get him out of my mind even for a second. It's like a never ending hangover." I gasped trying to explain how I feel. "That, my friend, is love." Sahana reverted, picking her coffee mug from the desk and started sipping coffee. She eyed me from behind the coffee mug while sipping, I knew she was waiting to notice any sign of abnormal behaviour of mine to prove her point. That's it. I couldn't take it any longer, I told her firmly,"Oh! Please! I don't love him. It's different...

Theme- Inspiration to write Highs and lows, Lost and found, Fast and slow, People who come and go; Everything and everyone, Who has been a part of my life, Pale, dull, ebullient or fun Is the inspiration to write. Theme- spilled ink/ink/ ink and white sheets Drowning alone in myself, Sinking to bits and pieces; Bleeding feelings on white pages, Ink blurred with tears' traces. Theme- Memories Promises broken Words unspoken Swiftly you left Like we never met Years have passed by, But, memories still destroy. Theme- Night/ stars/ moon/ dark What if stars are nothing, But scars on the sky? Glowing and illuminating, Lessons learned from life. Theme- For someone A laugh or a cry, Far away or nearby, Whatever moment we share Pain or bliss, I don't care. As long as I live, You will be cherished. Theme- Solitude Amidst city life, Breathing in solitude. Deep inside succumbing self, Healing the wounds. Random verses penned down instantly on the ...

Under the starlit sky- Fingers locked, legs entwined; Nothing between us but empty sheets, Your hand running down my soul so deep. Silence filled with our whispers of love, Drowned in your eyes, far away from world. Can't you see yourself in my eyes? Your love is the fire, I the ice; Melting in your arms, slowly, There's nothing left in me of me. Every inch of me is for you to love, For you to crush, for you to drug. Intoxicated, overdosed, stupefied, I am yours, you're mine. You are the truth and forever a lie, So, here today I wish to die. Tomorrow, we will be a dream; Like a mild hangover, this will be a realm. Though promises were never made; You will live in me till my soul fades. If our paths cross somewhere, I promise my love will still be there.

when I die, I need no praises Nobody did when I was alive. They who killed me long back Shall not shed tears and fake cries. When I die, Tell them death's what I deserved, How evil I was. My right was always wrong. Amidst you all, I never belonged. When I die, Tell them I wanted to be a boy I dreamt of flying high. I was cursed for I didn't compromise And, that's how I died. When I die, All those who faked on my face And on my back they betrayed Can come to witness their victory Claim my body as their trophy When I die, I wish no other girl is born No girl is showed equal rights And when claimed, denied. No girl must dream high When I die, I wish the world changes People are born with single faces Girls are allowed to have aspirations And, freedom is more than an expression.

I still wonder where did I go wrong. Was it her being perfect that makes me so wrong or my anomalous dreams. When did dreaming different became silent crime? I regret for dreaming what I was shown is possible; I regret that I believed things to be true that are not. I am guilty and I am impliedly sentenced to a lifetime imprisonment in my own flesh. I murder my dreams daily but they feed on me and get alive again, daily. Every time I kill it, a part of me is eroded. They don't die, but, I do; daily. How can I be the one at fault by default? I look back and find no mistakes that verdict me as evil but I have been to them the evil one. So, when did I go wrong? May be, it is because I have been the anomaly. I see things differently and I apologize for that. But, my perception is what you showed to me was just, why am I being punished by you? She is perfect, I'm not; that makes me wrong? Years after years, I wasted time being like the perfect one. But, I apologize for I am born d...

Labyrinth with no exit, bright entrance Twists and turns and then lights fades. Too few people, too many faces Brightness long gone, darkness prevails Illusional lies delusional lies One who lies survives Truth has colors here- black and white Black unveiled, white in light Care and love are termed and conditioned People breathe, souls are assassinated Love long gone, cold winter all around Beasts and demons,here, are all so proud. Inch by inch, silently, Part by part, slowly Black is developing and engulfing Running away, but my soul is weakening. Blood runs cold, battle lost In me a demon lives, soul frost.