I am a failed writer, or a writer in making.
I am a warrior robbed off of my sword.
A broken pen before a troubled soul.
I am not a spectacle of human world.
Not an ageing woman. Not a broken poet.
I am a faded identity. A blurred line.
I am the lost sea, or just another wave.
I am a radiant light, too bright to be seen.
I am a scentless flower, my fragrance dried.
My heart is a battlefield of lost wars.
I am the empty reservoir of peace.
An untaken step, weighed of hesitation.
A broken needle in the art of mending.
I am the frozen fire, or the burning cold.
A paradox of old soul, and young age.
for a moment I was left to wonder
if i was holding her or a seashell
the way secrets echoed from her
when she parted her lips for a kiss
Nostalgic in advance of all that I’m living now, I want the time to hault
Misery stricken, I want to cease existing
Sob or cry or maybe just suffocate to this that seems stuck in my throat
Wither away like the petals of an aged flower, with a gust of wind and never to be found again
Go numb to the sun, the warmth or the light
Curl up and die in self infesting sadness
Cling to home and fuse into its belongingness and disappear into it
Cry out the heaviness through the walls of my heart
Fly away like smoke, and dissolve into the universe
Or simply liberate
as our words kept on romancing in their own sublimity, too far from the shades of reality
my heart kept on jumping from its place, in wayward desires to surrender to her
the short moments of wisdom before falling in love kept me gripped and suppressed
once the heart leaves, i know, if it ever returns, it will be shattered to bits, and its every piece badly bruised.
despite it not being your job, you will forever be blamed for not thinking
hear me dear heart, stay still, and stay unhurt.
not meant to be together
meets at one point of a road
makes love till the second
and not asking for long
separates at the third
as the road diverges
their ways into two
Distance, shrouds all that threatens your beauty in my conscience.
Distance blurs what limits my greatness in your perception.
Distance, hides the ugly scars that we both carry, hiding from eyes.
Distance, has kept the glow of sun reflecting in the shine of the moon.
The sun is not aware of the dark patches that the moon carry.
The moon does not know amidst its warmth the sun harbours coldness too.
Distance elevates refuge. Distance is our shelter from the shallowness.
In love if we ever fall, in distance shall we find our eternity.
lost in the lies of world,
she asks me a true story to tell.
her own beauty blemished in the air of her world, she asks me to speak of beauty.
wearing the most enchanting smile ever, she asks me to teach her magic.
speaking in her ever mellifluous voice, she enquires about the song of birds.
living a life, something very last before death, she whispers me her fear of graveyards.