Back to Black.
Back to black as the stars retired and you went back to your sleep Back to black as I rose to reach but only that thread I forgot to untie Back to black as your red flower lost its charm and faded into nothing Back to black as those books lay there with wings wide open which i will never see Back to black as I closed my eyes folding those memories with one careless tear.
Don’t try to judge me From your eyes Once they saw Only what they wanted. Don’t try to tell me That it doesn’t matter Even paper cut Is still a hurt Don’t try to pretend That world won’t see They have more eyes Than you and me Don’t try to hide your pure rejection I am done with nothing left to give you.
I need you To tell of beauty Because mirror does But not tell the truth. I need you To hold me firm Because my hands Cannot reach my heart. I need you For that piece of music Only to which I say my broken thoughts. I need you To complete That me And my wingless flights.
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the...– — Mark Twain
You and my flaws.
I kept a flower for you to see, and you noticed the fallen petal because somehow the circle was never complete amidst the finest fettle. I smiled a glimpse of happiness today, and you noticed that faded blue, that stung out of my colored uniform, forgetting that it was you. You and all my perfect flaws, the love that you much loathe show me a piece of care And I will settle for both.
Something in the mind.unheard. Looking deep into the eyes. Sometime from you .Sometimes from me. Looking for words in cries. Now even the air is winging. Its hands around my waist. The trace of which even I, know. The hint of which you taste. Cannot hide even from two hearts. Love is never a secret.
Sometimes I feel my colors fade, leaving me behind and blue. With scars I’ll rise, wait for me, For I will ,soon be true. I look away and in with the wind, But unsure is my flight. Catch me before I go too high And further away from your sight. My petals may fall..one by one Shattering my faith, once tall. Fragile I am but hold me firm, Firm enough not to let me fall. One or twice,I might...
Miracles start to happen when you give as much energy to your dreams as you do...
Pour the touch.. Glisten the name Liberal..I could be. …Worry the same. For the touch isn’t you Nor is the name. I slip through insipid thoughts, Deserting my own blame. If humanity pauses. Wait to see. Find me allay… Write me..!!!
Out, that morning of winter, my little sister and I… We walked together ,hand in hand, Our souls,a little shy. She then left my hands .softly. Mistake or so,let it be. I saw her jump and run forward, Just a little away from me. Lookin back.within a blink, And running to her scream, A thought too bad,struck my mind, Haunting all my dreams. Seeing below the dark cliff, I stretched my hand to...
ONTO THE BROKEN WINGS..!!
The butterfly of blue I saw… Fluttering her way.. And people walked, road unknown, Or so, they say..! A hold then , touched her body, Gripping then, testing her strength. She fluttered more, faster now, Knowing her last breathe.. And now she fell, breaking her flight, Thus, the wings stopped to sing. But then again they walked, Onto her broken wings…
12 MINUTES TO MADNESS..!!
One beat. A peep. Several metres. Down deep. A spark. The flash. Head-spin. A crash. The wind. A sigh. The land. The sky. One heart. One race. A pause. Fast pace. One decision. One thought. Million crosses. One knot. A roar. One thump. One blink……and jump..
IF ONLY YOU WERE ME..!!!
The smell of the wet sand stroked me, even as the sun shone with all its might. The tangy taste of the golgappas that afternoon, still lingered in my mouth. My hands still felt warm, even after the ones that supported them were gone. Forever. I could have told you something that sounds perfect. I really could. But then if I did, I wouldn’t be doing justice to my memories. Yes I know, there are...