This COVID 19 taught us a lot Confined us in our space The earth started healing, The moment we slowed our pace While we all are sitting at home Trying to keep ourself safe There are few unarmed warriors Pragmatic, dynamic and brave Working endlessly for humanity to endure and survive Helping us in different spheres Not caring for their own lives We owe you gratitude, a bucketful of it Leaving your families behind Never calling it quits Doctors, nurses, cops and many more We applaud you with all our heart May almighty be your caretaker Your valour is class apart
We bathed in each other that night, like sky does with the sea, only they make love in parallel lines, we glide in brackets.
It was freezing outside the windows, but the season melted when my spring collided with your autumn. The air smelled of stolen kisses and melting passion. We were like two rhymes fallen off different stanzas, kindling our own free verse. Your fingers were like knitting needles, crocheting me to warmth yet hurting me with every ebb and weave. You let your dark night go deep in my pink sky, and twilight has since been spelled with silent moans.
You said you fell in love with me, but did you really?
I am tired of the three magical words now, hearing them over and over again, without any meaning. If there's any magical spell casted by it, it's only of ripping a heart slow and steady.
Love can happen at first sight, but the fall is gradual, it needs time to grow. You don't fall down in a split second, you have no sense of time, but you have to hold on. What happens too fast, is often temporary. And permanent things come unexpectedly.
You didn't fall in love with me on the basis of our conversation that lasted two days, it was that feeling of having someone that you liked. You loved the way how we got so close in so less time, but you didn't love me. You fell in love with the character whose existence would wither at the last page of the book, you didn't fall in love with the author.
They say, love is a word until someone adds meaning to it but the truth is love isn't a word, it isn't composed of syllables, but a thousand feelings. Love isn't definite, it has different meanings for different people. All you got to do is find the one that feels the way about love that you do. And you know how we don't ever get the things we keep looking for too hard? You bump into it when you have forgotten about it's need, it's requirement, that's when you know it's special. You don't need a reason to have it, but it's presence is what makes it feel right.
You don't have to look for the one who's 'made for you', or the one you are 'destined' to be with, you choose the one you want to be with, and it's a process. You are on a journey, you don't know the destination. You are travelling in a train, there will be different stations, you are free to walk out on any you have a feeling for, until then, enjoy the beauty out of the window.
You have the freedom of choice, to choose the one you want to share your heart with. You don't have to be perfect with each other, just your imperfect selves accepting each other's mess. Don't wait for somebody to come and complete you, you are complete yourselves, just a bit out of place, but that's you. Roses were completely beautiful without thorns, thorns were too doing good by themselves on the ground, but they fell in love with time and 'chose' to be together, and now you can't imagine them apart. They accepted each other and made their own definition of 'complete'. That's what you have to do.
Just do your part, be yourself, and the rainbow will come to you, maybe behind those grey clouds or the loud thunder, but don't be too afraid or impatient to stay.
The story behind a photograph Of the flawless small smile, And care free hair strands Which are plastered to be perfect For once,to be seen. Of the innumerable filters Which wipes your wrinkles, Clears your mesh Pronounced by pixels. It is a time kept shot Hanged and framed forever, Only to be relived but not relieved From its cage, whatsoever. It's a revision of past Which only seeks beauty, Reminding the life, lived and lost Testifying the fictitious reality. It haunts you of the fact That you have changed to creases, You were young but its late now As you have earned, only in ages. #pa_luck
When things go beyond the head, the heart refuses to agree to anything, the mind even gives up playing games, the conscience never gets satisfied, with what I am, what I want to from what I had been.
The strength breaks into detritus leaving residues of memories which scare to step ahead, with those bittersweet reminicence, I choose to remain confused, To embrace the pain, to remain there, to feel it, and to gather all the scattered pieces into one, building ownself, with uneven pieces, to create another myseterical part of myself, the further step becomes the quest to solve further.
And this continues throughout, we burn inside, like the fire we spread, bursting into tears to calm the fire, and when this stops, the land is left with the same remains...