Magic |
The window witnesses you
in disguise when I wonder
your arrival.
The leaves abscis and the
breeze start to sway as I cherish
you in my heart.
The rain hums the tone
of love as it drips down with
rays of hope.
The pen blots ink into the
paper when I compose
poetries for you, my love.
~ For the world stops revolving
for a second I wish to hold
encash you in my arms.
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When the twilight sparkles underneath your wrapped up arms , your warmth fades away the cold which the nature brought as winter.
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Every time for every being is fickle. For the times when I have an extreme emotional breakdown or a super cheered day off my summers, I still reclaim back to my normal days far and beyond until things don't turn too fragile to set back again.
Now I wish if all I imagined back at home with the mug of coffee on one hand and my pen on the other wondering if all I write turns true for once and then recapitulating that those were just some emotions bottled upon one day.
The buzzing of the cicadas in the woods of the summer, and when my mind click thoughts which vitalizes me from within with my inner soul saying, go work out your dreams rather than dozing and dreaming all about them. Since then till now, I've sat back and thought and worked out at times. Things turn for the good, I mean it. Your dreams don't stay just as dreams but you being the catalyst yourself make them shift ahead towards reality by your own. It's a fact, oh honey!-
Your dipped toes into the
darkness of my room.
As though it was cold,
I knew right when you shivered,
You were more scared
than you had told.
I wrote my words into a life ring.
And something to keep your
words afloat.
I screamed your name to
pierce the silence abound,
Unravelling the jargon
of intimacy.
Clasping under your raised
warm arms in genial,
As though the love was inseparable.
With the promises pumped
into my veins,
I held my breath and jumped
right in !
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Sometimes I feel heavy hearted. A plexus of emotions tangled with the knots of my love. Whether it's just my mood swing over period days or my longing for you,I can't figure it out. And they say it so apt, you're never a writer without emotions. I somehow felt emotional today and images clustered over my mind which a writer cannot exhale out unless given to written so.
Whenever I think of how we could sum up days being together and then on the other way paving me paths of your longing. Everyone have their days but when it's your love, always struggling to win over the hardships you've had overcome before and several more to come and have left your heart abandoned at times. I always stay composed and believe that the hues of positivity inside would bring the best results but I don't want to struggle more. Struggle with my love. Obviously I need you by my side when things go wrong. I need you by my side when your longings embrace me around. I need you to love you more.-
ELEGANCE? What do you supposedly mean ~
When she carries her roseate pink lehenga, nude makeover look, her glimmer shadowed eyes that the universe stops for a second and praise her beauty.
When she walk pasts by those beauteous staircases and her dupatta clings onto some nail and when she turns aback to pull it off gently, someone admiring her presence had already withdrawn it.
Unforeseeable but true, their eyes met and he stood still for a moment and captured that look. She smiled at him and quickly turned ahead, blushing red and a bag full of shy. It was elegance, at its best.
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"Not every special thing ends up in relationship", he winced. Can I be someone who'd encounter your web of feelings, he gesticulated with a jovial of love. He tells me, relationships end up with some nonsensical fights, uneased sorrows and vehement grief. You always don't have to be someones' official* girlfriend/boyfriend to owe them. Do you? Life takes different turns in sloppy terrain to high raised valleys and to some low lands. You count days and months and years of staying together, but what if you had been 'just friends' to friends to best friends to flings to crushes to love? Remember the day you met him? You were merely coined to be 'just friends' and then you ended up loving each other. And those several years when you didn't even pondered about you both in any way and now scenes flipped. Just wonder, life is short to have several relationships but indeed long to love one. Life is a buzz and you are the bee to it. You crawl on its bed like a tot moulding it's footsteps. Change something for better. Love your life for good and love them with loyalty. Things turn beautiful, I tell you.
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