Grid View
List View
Reposts
  • ayushsangwan 4d

    rhythms that move within
    your ears, turn on the tapping of feet
    darkness keeps you enclosed
    in the four walls of your mind
    yet music finds a way to escape in
    and you dance off the suffering
    in the words of poetry, in the colours of
    art and you find your ways to live
    no matter how breathless the air is

    hsuya

    Read More

    .

  • ayushsangwan 22w

    poetry is the art of the poor
    the rich rarely have a flair for it
    the ones who are stricken with
    a dark life, who rummage their
    pockets but don't find a single
    friend, who are neck deep
    in lonliness even while smiling
    this art belongs to them
    it is their only inheritance
    it feeds their starving souls when
    the world denies to help
    and in december when the
    winter gets so ruthless and slits
    through their bare wrists
    poetry covers up people like
    a mother hiding a child in her shawl
    when everyone looks down on their existence,
    poetry hugs the untouchables

    hsuya

    Read More

    .

  • ayushsangwan 25w

    you're knee deep in regret tonight
    paddling in its dark waters
    towards a vague shore, your shirt is
    drenched with agony, sticking to
    your body like grey paint to a wall,
    there's a dark cloud above your head
    embellishing dews on your eyelashes,
    drops fall down your eyes when you blink
    and i wonder if you're just wet or crying

    you're waist deep in regret tonight and
    the water is cold, the river bed is made of
    jagged rocks of fears, slitting your soles
    you move slow, and do not pause
    the river eats you, like a group of piranhas biting through the meat to the bones, the blood makes everything around you pitch black
    that the night above looks like a day

    you're shoulder deep in regret tonight
    the river grabs your feet, tries to pull you inside, you flap your hands like a pigeon tussling between a cat's claws, the weight of emptiness crushing your body, you struggle to escape the grip looking at the shore which always appears a metre farther

    you're neck deep in regret tonight, the water
    floods inside your mouth the way a snake
    slithers into a hole. you look at the shore
    which is farther than before. you have been walking backwards. you realise. towards the abyss. you try to run. you kick the water. try to push it away. as if begging it to leave you alone. you look like the hummingbird that flutters so fast and yet remains at the same place

    you have drowned in regret tonight,
    the river becomes a black hole, it siphons
    every whit of light and darkness out of you.
    as it finally untwines the knot of your being,
    peace begins to cease the trembling
    from head to toe

    hsuya | standing life deep in regret

    Read More

    .

  • ayushsangwan 33w

    colour palette having all the colours
    but where is blue, do you intend to
    paint your sky dark, the ocean green as
    if covered with algae
    I don't want all the butterflies yellow,
    all the eyes brown, just a little blue
    and your landscape will be completed.
    your songs won't touch my heart, i have a colour preference for ink. the meaning your words hold won't
    remain with me, i have some inexplicable connections with blues.
    so add a little otherwise your
    completely happy painting will look like
    the one which has been scribbled upon

    hsuya

  • ayushsangwan 42w

    morning is like the childhood, when
    new buds bloom and their aroma spills
    when sun caresses plump cheeks
    with his fingers and seems friendly

    the afternoon has the heat of adulthood
    when everyone aims for the mangoes
    on the highest branches and then
    sweats for them, but there are moments
    of joy as well under the shade of the tree
    in the laughter upon lips
    in the motion of the swing

    the evening has cold hands of old age
    because it is time for sun to leave
    it kisses on the cheeks
    leaves a wrinkle and whispers
    in the ear, we will meet next
    sunday

    the sun sits in his car and in
    moments vanishes in the eternity
    and it gets dark, it feels like the
    power has went off
    we take two steps to find the
    candle but fall in a pit

    hsuya

  • ayushsangwan 42w

    when she comes near me to taste my lips
    i tell her that i know why she's come
    simply to leave, to forget me in the end

    when she holds my hands and brings
    them to her eyes, i feel the wetness
    i tell her that i know they
    are oozing out of emptiness

    when my beard scratches her
    fluffy cheeks i whisper in her
    ear softly if she already knows
    the reason we would separate for

    when we cuddle, it feels as if
    we're trying to compress our souls into one
    i keep telling her that how sad
    it is that all this love is temporary,
    how unfortunate it is that there's
    nothing like a soul mate

    hsuya

  • ayushsangwan 43w

    people are looking for someone,
    i don't know who,
    they all carry love in their pockets,
    in their hands, it is stuffed in their cheeks but they fail to find the one to give it to and i see them wandering on streets
    everyone looks like a tin can
    getting kicked by one another
    and i see them dropping love
    here and there, and many a times
    when they reach their homes
    they find their pockets to be empty

    hsuya

  • ayushsangwan 44w

    my white veil looks like a bloomed rose
    when i spin for you like a top
    this galaxy is a plaything for you
    it swirls for you, and so do i
    i move like the water stirred in a glass
    a hand of mine remains towards
    the sky and the other looks at earth
    i am a dervish in your love

    hsuyA

  • ayushsangwan 45w

    i go to my favorite part of hill
    and sit among the daffodils
    as if i am one of them
    i do the things they do
    they move their heads towards the sun
    i move my head too
    i feel i am a daffodil
    they bend a little, i replicate
    and then smile like sunshine
    i too make a wide grin and imitate
    i look around to check
    if i do it in the right way
    gentle winds pass, daffodils dance
    i let my body flow too with the breeze
    butterflies on their petals sit
    so i too sit still that a butterfly
    will sit on my nose and
    i will be a daffodil

    hsuyA

  • ayushsangwan 45w

    it hurts when you don't win
    people ask how you feel
    but how can you truly tell?
    you are supposed to have a grin
    when you are actually burning in hell
    the shiny trophy in someone else's hands
    and yours like void remain empty
    and you just cannot stand it anymore
    when someone else is dancing in confetti

    hsuyA