I looked at ,what I just saw right now , and to be honest my eyes sprinkled with the burning agony of unbelievable memories to cherish, as I thought that I just recognised that certain someone's voice.
"Varun ,is this you ? " , that certain someone asked me with a gulp in her throat.
"Yes , Ashna", I replied as I hugged her within my embrace, but her shiny eyes seem to have a deep story aside her untold will.
Something seemed different about her. She was far more beautiful than I ever could recognise her, as my heart beated endlessly.
"Varun,let go off me", Ashna said with a slight blush painted on her cheeks, as she hugged her luggage , slipping her strands of hair away.
"You've grown so ..."
"So what Ashna? ", I replied curiously.
"So handsome", she ended her sentence with a giggle.
"Your luggage, give it to me", I said as I ignored my fast heartbeats tactfully.
"No , it's fine Va-"
"Shush!", I replied as I placed my finger on my so called best friend's lips, as our gaze stopped for a second ,revolving around us.
"Um , k " , she said nervously , as she looked away, handing her luggage to me , as I called out to a cart nearby to take us to my bungalow , where my parents and I live in a cozy aura.
"So how's your dad , Ashna? ", I asked her as I looked into her eyes with emotions of curiousity.
She looked silent for a second and replied with a smile saying , " Haha , Varun he's all good you know".
"Nice to know", I said with a smile as she giggled and said , " Wohooo , you have a beard now".
"Yeah, why?", I asked her with a laugh.
"You look so big", she replied like a baby as I laughed at her cute nature.
The cart stopped at my bungalow , as I carried her luggage, crossing the wooden bridge with her, whom I met after a several years.
My mom was looking eagerly at the doorstep as she recognized Ashna and shedded tears of joy , complimenting her changes and beauty as always , as she laughed in glee.
"Varun , show her bedroom , son", my mom said as she went towards the kitchen to prepare some food and arrange the dishes as I took Ashna across the corridoors and showed her , the white washed room which stayed up for her, for several months.
"Um, thanks", she replied nervously as I passed her a slight smile exiting the wooden doors.
After about a half an hour passed by , my mother's calls were met by me , as I entered the kitchen , as she suggested me to call Ashna to eat lunch , within the aromatic delicious dishes , prepared by her.
I smiled like a crazy guy , as I went through the hallways and opened her bedroom door , but was met with her back turned half naked body, Which was carved in large red bruises of sheer suprises which sent shivers through my spine.
Cranium put the hard disk under the shower for the soulful bath in the dawn to enjoy the coffee with my soulmate in the Golden flashes with the rise of morning aura but the bleeding of anonymous heart portrayed the caligo of little heart and made conversation with heart and mind but my ear holes
heard whispers of the broken angel where she was typing oxymoron upon crumpled diary of her old version and poked my vein to capture the rain of emotions by the feathery quill not keeping sad and deep status as our generation prefers
// I'm the heartbreak of broken angel who get abandoned for the unknown sin bound with the unseen scratch and named bad omen with the coronation #A shadow to the happiness who once was drenched with the blue inks
but my pain adorned the inks & named it poetry and I owe it as I am the owner of my poetry. Voyage belongs to me & needs no doctrine in the valley of meditation where the tomb is mine where I'm free from the orthodox of sapiens.
where my emotions will no more be judged and will never be named as fake tear where I'll breath to live my life not for other's need where my scribbles will kiss me.
The hooting of the mere train within lushy greens of meadows, announcing ones comeback to my rippling heart , as I stood there impatiently , as the foggy mists covered the wrestlets of the mountains as my exuberant heart itself.
It's been five. Five years ,since I yearned to see her within memorable interactions of my past childhood memories. The letters we exchanged lays in tight strings, as a bundle, inside my crafted mahogany cupboard, with the fragrance of inked words talking to my heart each and every night , with giggles and sweet words as the unspoken stars in the night curtained sky itself.
Today, after all these years , I'm going to meet my craved sculpture of my childhood memories.Nothing has changed except the departure among us after I left my old school and travelled here within memories of tears and questionings,but dear here I am to see you ,my never lost friendship after all these years.
Have you changed ? Is all I could think of ,as I stood impatiently, infront of the railway , lifting my board of ones name as I stood impatiently for that certain person to step out from the hooting trains which came to a pause in a while.
My heartbeats increased with each second as passengers, stepped out from the metallic caverns of the trains. Little children, crying in their embrace of their mothers, an old lady struggling through the busy crowd was the last thing I saw , as time passed endlessly.
Could I recognise her? I just didn't know... She might recognise me as I'm raising the board plated with her name, waiting for her arrival , impatiently.
I leaned back on the white washed walls for a second, half closing my eyes as I took a deep breath ,and that 's when I heard a voice,
"Varun", it said , as I lost my balance for a second . My heartbeats stopped cause of what I just saw right now, in front of me.
"It took ,all my strength to ink my words across pages , as it was my own story I flowed out", I conveyed my clashing heartbeats into words ,as the audience applauded in a rhythmical manner,on my newly debuted book opening ceremony, the day , which I longed for since a few years ago,or might I say since the day my alive soul died within the darkened heartbeats of misery ,with no light to clasp on.
"Mr. Mehera" ,the interviewer began her questioning as I , stared at the black mike placed on the wooden table ,infront of me carrying my mind out to a new world,my past, which I craved for, since a long time ago.
"Today you have been a very successful author ,within minutes of clasping the heartbeats of the youth, with your own story."
"Yes ,might be", I nodded in agreement as my mind flowed with pain of just her, my painful love, just nothing more.
"Would you like to give out an advice within your own experiences ?"
"Yes ,of course", I said , as I adjusted my posture on the cushioned mahogany chair ,folding out my arms near my chest as I began my speech, "Some say love dies within moments of endings , but I suggest to find a new hope within an ending , so that you' d not in justify ones sacrifice for yours , and ..." , I said , as I paused for a second.
"Never think about ending your life ,within a love loss , cause his or her soul, might never endure the partner's in justified decisions."
"Thank you for your golden advice Mr.Mehra", she replied as she got herself ready for another couple of questions , portraying my darkened heartbeats behind.
"Your wife " , the interviewer said as she adjusted her mike with exuberance.
"Has been a motivation to let your past love clasp within her sacrifices.Don't you think your lucky enough? ", she said with a smile.
"Umm , I would say that , one would never do such a thing as she has done .Umm so I'm forever grateful to her and her sacrifice which none would ever do", I said fiddling with my fingers nervously as I looked at her heavenly smile at the audience , hugging our daughter , Sekha tightly towards her warmth.
" As a young man , you 'd have come a long way , giving a moral full image to the newer generations. So ,who would you like to hand the first copy of your golden book , within minutes of its opening ?", She said with a smile adjusting her auburn hairs behind.
"To her , who 's soul rests in peace in utterly heavens ", I said , as my throat burned with the pain of fired love moors. Tears , trickled down my immaculate beard , as I hid them with forces of clasping my orbes.
"Ashna", I thought.Wish you were here within me , so that, my broken pieces would have been healed with your heavenly vows. Nothing more...
Her smile resonating through the chapters of my life, As her street paintings engulfed me in another rhythm With her pale white skin highlighting her brown auburn shaded hairs As I got lost in another realm through the notes of her speeches And notes of her rippling heart With hands shaked in another aura of love Making my coal hearted sins Sink into a darkened abyss Making me remember her Just her None more
Our first day of our date With strings of music In a five minute awe struck lullaby Ended in scoops of ice creams And short trips Through our mere streets With farewell of meeting each other another day As I sunk into my deepened sins again Until the day you crashed my car With a pistol With laughters of evil Making my coal heart burn into blazing ashes Within the blazing fires
But no You came again Engulfing my trust With pure raindrops Echoing the rhythm of our newly budded love But was lost again Within betrayals as you left me Fourteen years ago Never to meet again But here we are love Within our youngsters bondings Meeting again After fourteen years Of our betrayals and blazes of fires
We were lost Among the darkened shadows But never failed to meet your heavenly smile again You've changed But more beautiful Within your own chores We might not have united But our story Would never end Because Some love stories are never meant to end...
//With poetic waves rippling the chores of our hearts endlessly within changes of our love
Our parents might have their own history But its now meant to be lost and faded infront of our crimson love Within a new bond and memories//
Song~ Janam Janam
Your car Lost within the brakes of our love As I blended within the pure petrichor With an unaccepted red rose in my heart And a black umbrella in another As I drew away from my caverns Leading your brakes to another level Of a guided light As I imagined an illusion Of your blue rose veils Gushing to the winds of mystery As we danced till daylights Among the dusks and dawns With your fragrance Adorning my body Within rich blue veils of mysteries And your floral hair Within my breaths Dancing till light of our memories Fades away Creating my mind to travel to reality Within the bliss of waters As my darkened umbrella Held tight to my hands As you went away Leaving me alone Within your brakes Forever...
childauthor_345 I wish you could have delivered a song in that movie , surely the aura of that film would have been phenomenal . Such seeking and symphonic verses as sakura loading hototogisu , the depiction of heartwarming lines are such a darling , like Adonis counterpart. outstanding thriller came at the depreciating part of the poetry and profoundness of the rhythm came systemically ❤️and the second wave of wonder stormed through the strings of a heart , that is still echoing in my mind , the use of vocabulary and the beats in Poetry is all Making it another enigma of your Penn.
I saw her auburn daffodiled hair ,which was shimmering down her shoulders,hugging her fragile waist,as I looked far away from a corner at her glimmering smile and blushy cheeks which always melted me away.
Today was the day that I'll be accompanying her on our first date which was solicited within my red primroses given from my delicate heartbeats to her.
"Sure",she said with a smile as she accepted the newly plucked cores , tucking her hair strands behind her ear with a smile taken from the utterly heavens above.
It was about a week ago, and here I am waiting for her ,near her doorstep opening towards her heartbeats and well,to our first date as well.
Ari ,was her name.My childhood classmate whom I had a crush on since a several years ago and suprisingly that crush converted into a purely crimson coated rose flower as we got close during our college years within yellow roses to a newly budded red rose.
Never thought that I'd be that lucky to have her after waiting for a several years,for my love to touch her innocent heartbeats and blend her within my freshly new lips waiting impatiently for her.
Here she is,near me suprisingly, as I looked at her with utmost love, sending her endless giggles through the silent airs existing between us endlessly.
As we reached the cafe the aromatic soft whipped creamy choco lattes adorning our appetites were newly orderd within seconds of requests,as we looked into our eyes,speaking through them, with a language none could understand so...
Just us existing between signals of our eyes as our hands were met with candlelight sparkles,adorning my girl's delicate face, with a refreshing aroma of love spreading throughout our flattered hearts.
Strings of lullabies and romantic musicians adorned our date , making her blush within seconds of me staring at her innocent face, and here we are looking at the skies above hugging each other and snuggling ,looking at the midnight skies with just us adorning our chamber of crimson petals,yearning for another day with endless memories of auburn memories ,spreading love....
The door was left ajar,as the midnight screams left me in a hopeless excursion, twisting and turning away within my feathery duvets, and hugging the soft pillows, looking at the unspoken memories of skies above.
The stars did talk with me,every single night ,by glowing their memorials into my chestnut irises as I looked at them with emotions of having a desire to hear their unspoken words with sheer screams.
How was the moon formed within the midnight skies? Does the midnight maiden love the golden chariot of the glorifying prince and,
Does stars scream with sheer agony within their heartbeats when they see my utterly silence of azure tears flowing down my mellow cheeks,after daylights of being under him within duvets, scraping my skin with unholy scars mercilessly, making my life a million shades of nightmares.
Just cause of him, my step father who looks at me with his wild eyes, craving to feel me within daylights as my mother utterly keeps trusts on him.
The first day he slammed me onto the wall, stripping away my clothes as I screamed in pain within his unholy scars blending my fragile body, the azure sky still smiled in stillness like my mother who never trusted my words of him hurting me within daylights, as she locked me in a room as a blind punishment for a few days.
My sister was my only comfort as she protected me against my step father, but... no my mother never believed me. I wanted to scream out my pain and dip my unholy body in the dusks and dusts of shimmery skies and dissolve within unheard stories to never return again. I want to dip my head in the pure poetic waves and scream out my darkness to the world, but,
no I can't cause it would hurt me more than ever . I'm so scared cause I have already fallen in love with the mere pain to never return again within the darkness.
I have fallen in love with the unspoken blinks of the star dusts within unheard stories of tales within their secret pains, like a rose petal fading away into the mist.
I have already fallen in love with the pain, but not with the illusional happiness which always fade away.
The reason to speak silence without screaming my midnight memories to the skies might be ,
me being afraid to feel neglected and dipped in bloody dusks of illusions within my heartbeats, making my crimson cores fade away into the mist
lifeless_lettersDamn! The emotions how magically are embroidered in words with the depth of real humanity in a child leading the infusion of kindness as of yours to the Cosmos in a chain in the verses as well as while reading it