Painting potteries with precise panache Pouring some porcelain peace on wounds Perhaps paint brush pleaded more trust As hindered mind falls for reclusion Unfairly reasonable with demonic days Washing feet in river of Rejuvenation For breeze were brazen enough, Tantalising tranquility through soft touch, Milky brown eyes melting on paper More colours bring more blind art Anticipating attraction from thoughts Moving hands along dripping hues, Cataclysmic sounds finding tune Symphonies synchronising soul, With kites drenched in dreamy aromas All were birds, embellishing my world
Open world, perhaps an end to my slumber Was laying brutally bare on tender grass Basking under sunshine filled inspiration Gleaming back brisk bright passion Shrinking clouds seeking more attention Heed my anguish, all destructive sapiens Twirling world reckons wrath of oceans Some oxygen for my deflated aspirations With warmth of patience, i glide in cosmos, Cosmos filled with sweet incoherence of mine The more it aches the more i bake lessons Obnoxious drained pills sank down nature Gallivanting across silk route of my heart It brings much joy upon returning to home
What it carries fails to be described in words Exploration in quixotic temptations Here's another manic writer with phrases Time flows beyond reach of my metaphors I conquer phases across lines on fortunes Painting potteries with fine panache, I craft my art and praise my lord Reasons are my muse and hysteria an addiction.
Exploring derivations in cosmic ways Elation found in parallel frolic eyes, They yearning, tracing slight light sighs Beguiling bedsheets covered caresses, As they lay siege on blissful redolence Reiterating rosey vehemence over lips, Lush in blush mixed with tangerine twilight, Tonight fall deeper, profounder, longer Straight into branches of lovelorn peach tree, Reciting rapture once lived in first sight When her fingertip dipped into tickles, Moved across marigold gleaming cheeks Tantalising eye lashes capturing heaven, Wings twitching with tongue savouring serene Our allegations came when we felt love, They blamed alleviation from falling feelings, Often deceptive into perpetual affection Goosebumps, heartbeats, racing veins Raining reigns, rolling clouds reckon Rumination fades, alcoholic reverbs came Her embrace into galactic arms of mine Benevolence from fate felt felicity in time Come tangle our paths in winter nights, Too cosy all concurrent desires for a while Frost full foliage freely fetching some gaze, From November sunshine as we kiss Forgetting laws of time it seems Let universe explode into bouquet of hurts, I'll still bear blushing smile if i am with you Fables falsely accused pages of heartbreaks, Chaos deviated when our touch reverberates Bolide exploded, soul's sky filled in colours Skin sacrosanct, saving my sanity in hers Insanity runs, ferociously circling promises Fervent demon solicit ardent angel, As they Synchronise on bridge of truth Built with bricks to break dogmatic words Exploring derivations in cosmic ways Elation is found while love is felt
Doleful daydreams drenched in deeds Didactic phrases phenomenally placid Pale victors vehemently vying veracity Verdant marshes mostly mollifying Miraculous sapling survived severe seasons Soulful sparrow knows kindling knowledge, Kneeling in front, forbearance of love Lenity luminous enough for benevolence Edges of hurt, caressing heart's corners So cold, oh moon being magnanimous to us While fingers tangle over lips crush Warmth ignited betwixt two burning soul Concealed within mist of endearments Daydreams doleful for palms are lone, Albeit they bear navigation to your home Holding heartfelt time frames so frowned, Frail breeze bothers wanderer nightmares, For they behold blueprints of distraught Didactic phrases are placid for justice is done Amidst torrential downpour
Lexicon of your initials reverberate as one While thunder flashes shimmer my veins Replicating the rush our arousing destiny had, For stormy weather has spoken about tears As it crafts pages for another pagan Heeding warnings only almighty forbids Hear my vibrations they entwine like kiss Sweater threads wrapping memories, All unwind under unbridled revelations, Protecting her blushes In cocoon care And broken smile of mine straightens, By the bare frost freely falling on our coat Yet our oak beams bloom crimson petals Flowing along brook, bringing aromas Here i am, pitch black madness of words But when interpreted its a melodious song Sang for loveliest muse a manic poet beholds
Bellows of broken demons Baking dreamy cuisines on fate Lacquer chipping off from armours For stormy weather is brutal here Sailing ship through whirlpool whims Canorous strings kept reverberating Harsh ocean and tidal wave of mayhem In between shanties sang by brazen being An expedition to polar corners of heart Where frostbite knocks on expectations Albeit eventually Alleviating Incoherence Brackets polished with pampering paints Deep cataclysm gave answers i seeked Sore semblance to mellow realities Bellows of broken demons were fake For i baked life with ingredients of hardships And entirety of it became my solace Torn apart metaphors enough to bemuse Yet rhyming heart's shoreline Became my muse
Fluttering dragon flies Cosmic night seeking sighs Beguiling blanket wrapped twilight Boulevards feeling brazen breeze Brewing coffee, sipping tranquility Forming translations betwixt dreams Her hairs assuaging utopian cicatrix For fingertips melting upon tender lips, Whenever quixotic ink pours with poetries It tends to paint portraits along fine margins, Marking beginnings with sunshines Slipping raindrops on her wings They flutter like dragon flies mating, Vehemently vibrating in appease Fabric of life often bittersweet There's love along shadows of ache, There's bliss behind unimaginable pain There's hope after teary eyes begin to beam There're cosmic night to forget everything And let your heart be in solemn peace.
Cloak of clairvoyance settled upon grave Hazey eyes mystifying embrace Shallow shells beneath, shaking tranquility Forming fuzzy frolic forever cherished, Yet brings calamity along apathy Shivering scenes betwixt waves of destiny They rise and fall for benevolence within Alleviation i seek in her eyes often Beguiling creator knows seldom altruism, Perceiving pouring rain passionately Piercing perfidious bubbles in between Frost full heart and ashes on soul Completed loop longing for more love Holding picturesque dreams for long For time may pass but memories aren't lost Flashbacks revive vibing affection Caresses on dew dipped skin so mellow Charming melodies syncing slow, Being tributary of distant brook Verdant valley calling enrapture Revamping severed strings in winter Perhaps seasons won't be forlorn For poetries came back for more Dripping hues upon cicatrix so crimson
Maverick my son, remember to recall upon the almighty before your eye lids bid adieu to light and fell into deep slumber. For dying star of day, might bring nightmares for midnight often, Scarred little bird, scared from inside out, ostracized by society for lack of wealth. Magnanimous king only granted sojourn in deep verdant forests, sombre deeply prevailed and motherless wretched boy drowned in doleful musings while dandelions kept rumination close to soul. Fallen on delicate green grassland, gazing at sky while recalling all tales told by his mother about mightiest god that is sun. "Down on earth" , he said "we scratch our cicatrix to remeber all denied ways of cliché life that most walk miles to keep". Not blinking, cerulean blue sky, hush says the winds while caressing boy's cheeks "while preaching names of what we can't see, albeit we see you for eternity, do our wishes burn in heat or is it a lifeless celestial knocking our door every morning leaving orange goodbyes by misty evenings". Unimpressed by lack of response, few teardrops slipped out from those reclusive eyes to touch the grass beneath and reflect some sunshine before disappearing similar to the hopes maverick was carrying. "let my skin burn to bones and severe my hands till i can't feel more for I've given all my spirituality to save my dear ones and yet each new sun brings light only to deprive us when we need it the most" He used to disregard all disbelief, since his heart pounded faster for his grieving family, back to forest he went, inside hut he contemplated more beliefs while writing in native tongue some lines fumed with feelings.
Merely munificence all myths we cherish, Their wickedness thrown us out of societies Marginalised on lines of ethnicity But mostly betrayed by beliefs i carry No words for benevolent almighty My bellicose brims for ignorant humanity Balderdash priests pretentious beings, Mythical sunset never meant ending No rebirth for sun every morning "Helios you weak masquerade of sanity", I severed my veins to drench in blood, Only to see my forgotten family Befuddling notions make me Beseech, Few questions upon hypothetical hierarchy For if celestials made egalitarian world indeed, Where's the roof for my angels in hellish scenes Denying delirious myths meant to shunn me
Albeit I've acknowledged world for beauty It isn't found in books or superstitious deeds Nor can be traced along seasonal serene For this dalliance prevails in between, When rays of Ra penetrate clouds slowly, Moving into realms of verdant tree leaves Being decorous along mellow breeze, While embellishing edges of nature slowly Realisation Ardently hit me "True Demagogue of nature is false belief" For they search for godly essence wrongly Often associating with wrong ideologies Treacherous death for rhyming poetry, The one sang by land and sea for pristine And polluted by supremacist devils
Sunset a reason of calm for me Since orange garniture i crave truly Myths are dead and so is stupidity Both be alive if one existed in me Altruistic paths I've walked truly Maverick is gallivanting for more stories I've not preached but followed sun set affinity Bereaved of family perhaps i should've plead, To mindless beings for more reason for me Dogmatic villagers suffocating betwixt liars While defying ones are here in forest Dear sunset bring wrath of truth someday For celestials of wisdom are much needed
An imaginary story of a boy from archaic times, ostracized by villagers and priest for denying prayers to sunsets.
Often humans become profligate with what they can comprehend in rationalism. Confused, they melt reason into mould of something supernatural, eventually leading to hasty conclusion. To look for patterns and answer we usually overlook the very basis of questions we seek. For there can always be solutions in the very things that raise queries.
Cremating crayons for catharsis Calling clandestine chills from deep Covered with hazy brown shreds Attracting eyes from miles away Forfeit forlornly fragrance for me For freckles of felicity fume feelings Formed from crimson blushes she gave Frost full fables fallen betwixt my cicatrix Healing perpetually or virtually these banes They drift apart in dark acrylics i hate, They haunted nightmares along bitter realities These musings merely mine to torment For they've been conquered by greys Here comes emancipating purple gem Beguiling brazen bird between green Meadows they started symphonies You hear that? butterfly-effect is calling, For another demolition in violent violet Violin veil varying vibrations vaguely Very true were words i saw in dreams Cosmic colours preaching blue welkin Alluring my azure upon oceanic scenes Magnanimous labelled on my tender skin Stitched wings in ashes so mellow pink Curves beaming yet for another embrace From white angels found on concious lake Forget not path where hearts walked in They craved rainbows and stary gaze Favourite colours weren't there For colour of soul was not perceived Until it Synchronised with vibrant endearments.
Shredding confetti out of free scars Shaking seldom tremors within dreams They rarely fume benediction within Cascading conscious into obscure ocean It either swims across allegories, Or it sinks into abyss of musings Maple sapling within soul growing Embraced by changing winter scenes Frost bite framing shrouds for beauty Perhaps it's a cocoon for evolving infinity Cataclysmic chronologies settling quietly For days slip into hour glass sand slow Astral cosmos appeased by sadistic views, They preach creations betwixt devastation Perdition providing rebirth to poems, Fragmented jigsaws stitched together Forming mountains of hope and beams, Each piece brings bouquet of memories Oh how their aromas drive my vehemence, Following trails left by envisaged catharsis Shredding confetti out of free scars, Carving out blood wings for first flight Shaking seldom tremors within dreams, For they're by prudent felicity.
It's from a perspective of a child witnessing regular fights between his parents. Domestic disputes can affect a child’s personality and hamper their present and shape their future social interactions. The below piece is a small instant of how a child observes keenly and gets impacted.
There was death leaking out of my bare sins and I wished to paint it once with the shades of feuillemort, life's malleable when you get up on your feet they say but else's shoulder can anytime leave you alamort.
I wonder if there's any sound to silence for my voice melts into the sky and that's when it turns into rustling thunderstorms. I'm afraid for the devastation that will occur from my screams like streaks of thunder burning the dusted stars of norms.
Demons sheltering within my brain jump to the ground and I shiver to bid adieu tenants who taught me to slip wars into oblivion, peace to me looks like a rainbow one step far of grey clouds restraining me from howling when moon completes its diameter.
Sometimes it's not the stories recited by stars but the darkness of night that turns me quiet and makes me sleep, sometimes it's not a nightingale but the aurora of dawn which turns me quiet before people drive the day into another cacophony. ~Purva
As Abhinav was taking out his shirt from his cupboard, he saw an envelope in between his clothes. He wondered how it came here, and saw the front side to find any names. Nothing. He checked the seal, and it was open. He took the letter out, and read it,
I know it's weird to receive letters this way, i mean I've sent you such letters in past too. Remember, my secret letters? This isn't a secret one, then why a letter? Because i knew, if i had tried speaking it out, in front of you, I'd had messed up it all.
It's been 21 months, since we're married, and I've not been any good to you. I mean, i have done things more as a wife, than as a friend. The friend that i miss in you, is actually still there. It's the friend in me, that i have killed in hope to become a good wife, and i guess it has ruined whatever good we had. Last week you mentioned setting me free, after divorce. I wonder if you can do it now? No. Not legally, i mean, can we not just stay like Abhinav and Kritika. Or just as, Abhi, and Kitten? This, Mrs. Kapoor title, is too heavy for me. I know I've said it earlier, but i realised the problem few days back only.
Abhi! I want us back. The way we were, as best friends. I want to complain, i want to fight with you. It's not me. I don't feel good living this way. It suffocates me. I married you because i thought this will make you happy. But i never saw you as my lover. You have never appreciated me, in ways a woman loves to be acknowledged. And, to live life like a married couple, getting physical without any passionate love, was unacceptable to me. How could i sleep with you, when I wasn't sure if you like my body over yours? How can a woman reveal her body to a man, who doesn't worship her like a goddess? I don't know about it much, may be there are people who can comfortably make love, without love in the first place!
All this guilt eats me daily, and i keep on daydreaming, what if you were with someone else! May be that, Shanaya! Remember your college crush? May be you would be happier with her, and i might have found someone else, and then we would call each other, every morning from our offices, and rant about how this marriage is all shit. May be marriages are beautiful, and it's us, who are shit. I mean it, you're equally shit. How can you not see, what was killing me, all the time! How abhi? How could you not understand what i was going through? I asked for a different bed, and you gave it. I asked for a different room, and you accepted it! Why didn't you just pull me to you, while i was pushing you away? Didn't you know how difficult it is for me to accept changes? And this! This change, from best friend to husband, this was huge! Why didn't you rub my palms then? Why did you keep standing near my room's door, and never came inside to hug me tightly? Hadn't we hugged before?
It was Thursday's night, when i realised that you visited me, and confessed your love. All thanks to your tears! In that moment i was overwhelmed, of love, care and confusion. I wished to pull you back, in my bed. But i wanted to know if it was for a night, or Abhi's another peculiar ritual. And after three nights, here we are. If you love me so much, why can't you say it? Remember the time when you were in college, and I'd tell you how much i love you, and you'd never say it back? I cursed you, that your wife would never accept you, until you say those words. And you'd chuckingly say that she would surely accept, since actions speak louder than words, and you'd love her beyond everything! I guess, my curse has backfired! But you knew me, always? Didn't you? I need reassurance, i need words, i need your words.
Why have you changed so much after marriage? I want my previous Abhi back! The one who'd fight against everything, just to stay with me. Not the one who want to set me free. Please cage me, in your love. I don't want to be free. I am sorry, for ruining our friendship, in the name of wedding. And i am sorry for ruining your love life, in the name of returning favours. You're my favourite, since class ninth! And so are lilies, Abhi! Can i also say, that every time your mom asks me for a child, i wanna yell at her, that I'm a child myself? I mean, come on, she's sweet, but she's too interrogative. Can i also gossip about your cousin? He flirted with me, back when we were living in Bangalore! Now you get it, why i don't like talking to him on calls. You know, on our wedding, Kunal also came up! Unbelievable, right? You see? There's so many things, of these 21 months, that are piled up inside me! Wanna unpack them?