I can see the sun you carry in your pocket for me. You try to hide it for a time, but it peeps back and lights my entire world.
And our limitless love, shines across the million skies and calls for me.
Here I come, spiraling through the shadows, to clasp the beam of your soul. And then we dive together into the infinity of dreams and cosmos.
Endings can be beautiful too.
Just like a butterfly is twisted within the cocoon,
And the roots muddled close to moist soil,
And the sun basks in the moonlight,
And my untamed morning hair,
You are tangled, within me.
It’s all, about you.
So many sad eyes on happy faces.
Why are you allowing to wither in your self?
Do you still have those bits and pieces of who you were?
I believe, they are yours.
Because you let fairy tales; you grew up reading in books, to be true.
The whole point of being with someone is so you can talk your heart out with them, without feeling being judged, who smiles at your best and stays with you at your worst.
But may be you’re too late.
You no more know how to talk.
May be it doesn’t matter anymore.
I’ve seen it through you.
You held it long enough to let go.
Stop holding those bits and pieces
of where you no longer belong.
Close your eyes to old ends
and open your heart,
to new beginnings.
You are brave, you know;
I’ve seen you dance
through the flames that ramble against you
when you set yourself
You’re kind, you know;
I’ve seen you soothe those
who never bothered
the ache inside you.
You’re more, you know;
more than this,
more than you ever were,
more than anyone could ever be.
You’re made up of thunder, fireworks and sunlight.
So, rise like the sun, and burn.
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You have a story.
There are words, waiting to be written.
Everything begins small.
Your little first steps, to climb up to her.
Mother, from where all your stories begin.
You are trying to climb up to her.
With her open arms, she gently, smiles.
Doubtless, you rise up.
Remember, those were your first steps.
Now, you’re all old, and strong,
Yet, you fear to climb the stairs of life.
Why don’t you trust?
Life is a book.
Why don’t you travel?
Why are you struck at the first few pages?
Let the chaos within burst out.
Even if you can’t see it, the story is weaving.
Thread by thread, into the tapestry of life.
And if words fail, hope remains.
For years to come, hope whispers, it’ll be better.
Better, sweeter, happier. Any more?
You leap through the dark mountains,
Follow storms. Yet, reach up to the stars.
Your first steps again. Do they taste the same?
Soaked in memories, happiness hails.
While sorrows make a wiser tale.
Mistakes, faults — the chapters you accept,
And do not wish to visit again.
The story of the fool you were, the story of the fool you are.
Wrapped up in few words,
One Adventure, called life.
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If happy ever after did exist, I would still be holding you like this. ~ Payphone, Maroon5
The happy ever after.
After you go far away from it though, can you really get it back?
Knowing and remembering, the magic. Just briefly though.
And you know that you have met before.
When a song stirs emotions, and memories.
When pages from a book, leave a peculiar scent.
When you listen to the bus passing by, and wonder, where it might be going.
A home. The happy ever after. To find the right one.
If you have the words, you’ll have a way.
Everyone sings an incomplete song, until someone comes, and whispers the missing notes.
To complete your melody.
To find the poet in you.
After all everyone lives as a poet on the face of this earth.
If not as a poet, then as a poem.
May be fairy-tales do not exist. But it’s worth fighting for.
And it’s never too late to have a happy ever-after.
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KOI NO YOKAN
(n.) The sense upon first meeting a person that two of you are going to fall in love
Does that happen?
Yes, it does, she said.
Sometimes when you meet someone,
like a wind passing by, and the scent it left.
Like someone played an old song,
reminding you of the old times,
Or someone brewed coffee,
Or turned pages from an old book.
Like a trace of someone’s perfume,
which brings pain in the knees.
But you won’t tell.
LA DOULEUR EXQUISE
(n.) the heart wrenching pain of wanting affection of someone unattainable
Is that pain real?, he said.
Real. she replied.
Yes.You might have a homesickness for a home, to which you cannot return back,
Or you have never been to. People, places and memories! Those you miss, don’t exist anymore.
For the irony of pain is that, you let the same person you love, hurt you over and over again.
And the beauty of the situation is that, you want to be comforted by the same person who hurt you.
Having perfected our disguise,
we search for a person we can’t fool.
Someone who loves you for what you are,
not what you look.
May the fairy tales be true.
Let their be magic!
When you want to come out,
of the shell, like a seed.
When you are back as a child,
with the one who completes,
as the missing piece,
from the puzzle of your life.
Or whispers the missing notes,
to your incomplete song.
Because, may be,
you have to love the wrong person,
once or twice,
to be thankful for the right one.
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Did you ever smell a memory? :O
And when the scribbles on the last pages of your book,
meant a lot more than your story.
And when it’s not about the ending — happy, or sad.
It’s about the story.
So set yourself on fire.
For one day, you will stumble upon someone,
who will ignite a spark within you that will never ever die.
And when such people happen, you’ll know they’re magic!
And when you’ll never have enough, you’ll ever have an illusion.
For whom you’ll never stop looking among st the crowd.
For they are the best chapters of your life.
(v.) to stir, to touch, to move to tears
And when deep inside they’d care the most,
They would pretend they don’t care.
And when you’ll come across the sad part of the story,
you will ever come to find–– that they are not always the ones
whom we spend our lives with.
It would be too late.
After all at the end, we all are just stories.
Each and every soul you meet has to play a part in the story.
While one may take a chapter, others a line or two.
The special ones occupy the exclamations, apostrophes,
in the happiest sentences of your life.
And then the fire they ignite, may not be the first or the last.
But the only one that lasts forever.
And the only one worth fighting for.
| So I wonder not how well it starts, but how bad it’s gonna end. |
That’s the BOOK OF YOUR LIFE.
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When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew. ~ Shakespeare
This season of love, here’s a delightful piece from my collection. Expressed your love to your only valentine? Or still waiting? Anyways hear this.
Petals unfurl, from a delicate flower.
Dew drops crinkle down the leaves.
Dimples on her cheek as she smiles.
As the ballerina dances over the swan song.
Gentle flutter of the butterfly wings.
Magic tumbles upon her pretty lips.
As she laughs in the language of universe.
Stars sighed in unison.
Setting zig-zags among-st the straight lines.
Exclamations in the happiest sentence,
In the story of your life.
The one who is able to hear you when you are quiet.
Listen to your whispers.
Smell your memories at distant.
An invisible thread connects those,
Who are destined to meet,
Regardless of time, place and circumstance.
The thread may stretch and tangle.
But will never break.
When you don’t reach where you intended to,
but where you meant to be.
A forest-bird’s song,
Or the babbling brook.
Or ringing of the church bells.
The echo of my words for you,
Written in clouds by sunrise.
Each hearing to whisper you, I love you.
Over and over again.
When you meet the one,
Who changes the way your heart beats,
Dance with them as long as the song lasts.
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Close some doors.
Not because of pride.
Incapacity or ignorance.
But simply because,
They no longer lead
(n.) An inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner
Every word has a meaning. Every silence too.
Words, in their most explicit form, is the best way to express magic!
So, I fall in love everyday,
With ideas and sensations,
With places I’ve never been,
With people I never met.
I hold them long enough to let them go,
But I keep them in my heart
and in my soul.
But she would rather walk alone in darkness than follow anyone else’s shadow.
The Moon Lady
but somethings never change;
like that feeling you get when you haven’t seen someone for sometime now.
like that feeling of two people starting right where they left off.
And then, somethings do change like those two people growing further apart,
But also remembering the little things,
The little similarities that string them back together,
as if nothing ever happened or as if nothing ever drifted them apart.
Or parting them once again, pretending the unfolding of truth between people, who once knew each-other,
who stayed between lines together.
That day you’ll feel sad without knowing why.
Like you lost something precious but forgot what it was,
How hard you may try to remember?
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Did you ever smell a memory?
Like when someone passes by
Or a gush of wind hits your face
Like when someone hits the right chord right there
Or an old song that you hear by the radio.
Like when someone brews the morning coffee
Or the sound of the leaves flowing through the gusty wind.
Like when someone opens your inner closet
Or you go through the pages of a really old novel
And the scent it left just reminds you
People, places and memories.
You can’t even remember now.
Somehow it makes you so happy
Somehow it makes you feel connected
Somehow it ushers a new you in you.
Next thing you know,
You’ve been searching your mind palace
Opening doors of past,
Peeping through each of those windows.
Trying to find that specific scent.
Like a whisper among infinite noises!
And sometimes you find that forgotten smell sometimes you don’t.
But you got to live that moment.
Every bit of it, like forever.
That’s called nostalgia friends! A forgotten dream or the first poem you ever loved!
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