Will you still call me Beautiful?

If I make you hear the silence
Of A broken heart in those
Pounding beats.
If I show you the Wounded soul
Refusing to deck up hair,
And those dead dried lips
With a Name burning on my tounge.
If I remove the Silken drape,
To Expose those Naked scars and
Bleeding cuts.

Will you still call me Soulful?

If you see the strong winds caged within
Tearing the skies, uprooting the Emotions.
If I reveal the Smudged Remains
Of his heart in my broken fragments.
If u see the lies falling from
The corners of my eyes.

Will you still call me a beautiful soul?

If I Show you the shameless touch
Rolling on me, with a promise
To be my love for an Eternity.

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Why do I write?

Broken and ripped Apart, My mind
would probably question a lot.
But the words Never dare to Escape
my mouth for I am A Sinner in your love.

Mayhaps, I write to fill the gaps
Of your cracked forevers or,
To Mould your broken promises
Or Mayhaps,
To bend down the Destiny
To allow me to meet you
Once again In a world of poems.

Mayhaps,
I can roam around the Seas kissing
The Moon with the words in my pocket
and I can just pretend
I am holding your hand close
To the white shoreline of the beaches.

Why do I write?
If the ink bleeds Nothing more or
Less than our deserted love
And breaks my broken heart
A little further.

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The emotions scattered on the floor...

Yes that Night she painted the old letters with the Ink of her tears...

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Thou my love, right there in front of me,
Kneeling before you I held your hands in mine,
My eyes foraging the Universe Which
fell from the skies, To rest In your eyes.
Multitude of Emotions Running down my spines.

Ahh!
Doth thou remember?
That's how I always dreamt of Proposing you.
No candle light, No roses, No heart shaped balloons,
Just you and me and the Endless Night
Sky Gazing at us.

When the moonbeams shall dance
Onto the sand dunes and kiss the shores.
I shalt utter a poem for you
Oh! My love which I stealthily stole.

My lips shan't Speak a lot, For it shall allow
the Brown eyes Submerged in darks of Kohl
to be My kaleidoscope for the Night.
I won't show you the Burns of stars, But I shall
let my Beloved moon kiss your Scars.

Oh, My Love
Presenting you with few sonnets Wrapped in purple Orchids
i shalt demand from You to Complete my Name.

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She has got short breathes,
And shivers of anxiety.
The Girl who loved Public speaking
Is Now Phobic of people.
The petrichors of rain brought A Curve
to her lips and Shimmer in those eyes,
She replaced it with the Rinks of
Smoke for now it's a part of daily life
Sedating her pain the Goblet of wine
Befriended her loneliness.

Fantasizing of some Cinderella tale
She was a beauty sleeping in his love,
Awake she is to be frightened of love.
Respect, Charm and grace were her
jewells she snatched them all
To be bare in his addiction like a drug.

Kisses adorned her skin, and henna
On her hand, A pinch of vermilion
On her head,
Ahh!
The Damsel glowed from head to toe
In his lies to be scarred inch by inch
Beyond the Immortal Skin not for
A day or two but for a lifetime.

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Why do the world and you expect me
To force my heart to unlove you?
Why should i remove the traces of
The Plunders etched on my body?
Why should I Abrade those pearls of salt
Adorned on my lashes by the seas of your lies?

Why should I tear down those letters
To tattered pieces and haunting verses?
Why do I unbash those cries in silence?
Why should I escape the horizon of Skies?
Why should I undulate to the calmness
of the tide when Tsunami of
emotions Are hurling within?

Why should I deck those stained lips
And swollen eyes from the Night?
Why should I fake the flamboyant smile?
Why should I speak when all I want is silence?
Why should I not write when my broken
Heart is filled with strangulated words?

Why should I force the unlove, when I
Never forced the love?

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Taste me when i am drunk,
Taste the Smoke of betrayals
off my mouth,
Taste my sins,
Taste my guilty soul,
Taste my darkness.

Ahh!
How I forgot
You shall run,
For you loved
The Curves of my lips and
The Dawn of my eyes,
The hopes and dreams
The girl who lived.

Yet O' Sweet heart
Come to me Unburdening the
Shackles of Halcyones
To Savour the
Aromatic Destruction Of the
gaps between the Bones
And the Tattered soul.

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ज़रिया न था तुझसे बातें करने का,
तो उस चाँद की भाषा सीखने लगी।
नींद न रही आंखों में, तो उन तारों से
बेवजह ही गुफ़्तगू करने लगी।
मिल न पाई तुझसे तो, ख्वाबों में मिलने लगी।
इश्क़ था अधूरा अपना, तो बस शब्दों
में पूरा उसे करने लगी।

घर न था तुझसा कोई, तो बस टूटी
यादों में बसेरा अपना करने लगी।
तन्हाई थी दिल मे भरी, तो बस
लबों से खुशियों का आलम
बयाँ करने लगी।

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The Celestial stones of thy lies
Stuck heavily on my heart,
Freezing my Emotions Into
Crystallised downpours of thick rain.
Sinking aimlessly into my loneliness
Echoes of thy words and kisses
Wept on the pillow in pain.

Blank and Numb I buried deep within
Thy favourite song of Summer and rain.
Howls from the hearth of heart,
Inflicted me with few more layers of
Unencumbered pain.

Like the tides of seas, the dreams
weaved with thee, Comes in a wave,
Pretending with a Smile to pick
myself up, I surrender to the hypnotic
Hues of titanic balladries,
Exploring thy venomous memories
In every alleys of Poems.
Chaos all around and the mirage of
Thy love,
Here I allowed the bleeding ink
To write Thou once More,
Cadencing along these pages in pain
No more.

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Tum na hue, mere toh kya
Main tumahra main tumhara
Main tumhara Raha,
Mere chanda main
Tumhara sitara raha....

Mil na sake tumse toh kya
Sanson mein bas ek
Nam tumhara raha,
Tum na hue mere toh kya
Yeh chand toh bas humara hua...

Anjan rahe humse toh tum,
Na jane kyu Rishta mera bas
Ek tumse raha,
Tum na hue mere toh kya
Har shabd mein zikr ek tera hua...

Mere chanda, Mere raaton ka
Wo ek tara Sahara hua,
Mangu main kya us rab se ab
Mere toh safar ka
ek tu hi Kinara hua...

Main tumhara, Main tumahra
Main tumhara hua...

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