Aaj bohot sannata hai ghaar mein Aisa lagg raha hai uska aawaaz nehi hai iske dewar o mein Shaam ko aisa laga, jaise ki mere dil ne tumhare wapas jaane ka ghaam Shayed aasmaan ko hi dey diya Kyunki aaj aasmaan bhi bohot barsa Mere dil ke jaisa
Hothon pe woh muskaan toh thi Par aankhoin mein numi bhi Baass Izhaar na kar paya sab baatoin se
Woh theher jaane ka lamha Tumhara num-huye aankhoin mein dekhna Tumhara mere paas aake baithna haath pakad ke Baar baar mujhe yehi dilasa dena ke tum baas mere hi ho aur yeh doori kuch din o ki hai . .
Kuch dino ki hi baat hai Guzaar jaayenge... Tumhara wapas aane ki intezaar mein
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.
1. Drench in tormenting ink hues- Drizzle grief chunks of ink as rain on a crisp winter day to give them the sensation of being in the void! ~Even love can't fill the void~
2. Permit them to touch the wounds- Make them touch the unbearable wounds of love which refuse to dry as scars ~The haunting stare of wounds will never allow them to think of the love~
3. Enact poet's pain - In between breathing and smiling, slowly raise the curtain and act out the cold abandoned hidden feeling of the poet! Bleed the sequel until their hearts are choked ~The sequel will bring the envelope of flourishing hate~
4. Narrate heartbreak poetries Fill their tiny lovable heart with imperfections of heartbroken poetry for them to hold the traces of hate. ~Hate makes a person too lifeless to feel anything called love~ . //If you want to unlove someone then darling walk in a poet's weeping heart!//