Weeks before I used to write as words flow Nowadays my thoughts were getting short Words I write turns so grey I search words to express my conflict I couldn't find , No words can say The wrenching pain I hold No words can't count The tears I shed.
Be an agitator For yourself Lit the sparkplug By yourself Let others feel shelter Under yourself Trigger your inner self To know yourself Out shower the omnipotent In yourself Be the most bestest Version of yourself
I have never known The address of these Lamenting walls Splintered doors With burnt curtains Of ceiling seems so fragmented Vigorous robust thoughts Mended with forsaken mind Sheds the dust on Torn pages were rotten in the corners Cramped feet touches the Floor of blemish Archaic shacked house was grizzled Decades before it was a Home Now it is just a Residence of Memory For which I forget the address But memories stays the same
One day if everything Stops Harrowing quaver thoughts Will never appears Capricious mood swings Permanently vanishes Radiant blood Gets frozen Doesn't need of Fake smugness Fallen feelings will play A verse of free Vespine heart that Meets eternal sukoon Wading eyes will Never shed tears My body may get Decay but My poems will Never die.
Heart got broken Into thousand pieces. In pain, drowned in emotional flood I wrote sad ballads People called them masterpieces. With time I thought I had cleared all the fallen shards. But sometimes when I walk the bylanes of old memories. The winds of past stories give me painfully warm regards. Emotions once attach Are so hard to detach. Moving on in life is an act fair. But it's not denying that some part of you remains stuck back And from time to time it gives a deep sad stare.
Her eyes, said a thousand words. Her voice, melody of singing birds. On her skin the moonlight dances. With the flow of her hairs, the wind romances. Her heart so beautiful and so was her mind. She wrote magic when both combined. Just watch her beauty when she writes down. She looks like a fairy and not from any town. Whenever I read her, some music plays in my ears. Heart rejoices and mind clears. I tried to resist her charms, but I couldn't. I know I will fall for her, that I shouldn't. You can avoid looking at rose but how can you avoid smelling it's fragrance. As a gust of wind brushes with her and passes by.... I just get lost in her trance can't help it no matter how I try.