How should I tell you? Tried every combination of these words But have I not failed miserably? These muses make no sense The rhymes are choking to an end How desperately I wish I had that magic wand The one I use to wave in my dreamland The times when I fought with my demons single hand But then you armed me with your embrace That was the last time I saw those demons melt It was warm as daylight And I need it again now when you are out of sight The nights are long and this cold got my heart froze I hoped you will return, for it needs your warm hold Even the stars laughed at my yearning face They all told me this is a lost chase I barked back and kept my pace My heart pleaded while it got torn The blood echoed an empty mourn It flushed every corner resonating a horror I was chasing a new demon dressed as a knight in golden armour Stranded again in a place of familiar dread Screaming your name while fate’s laughter hit me bad Crumpled to the ground while this cold darkness welcomed me home I wish you heard the whispers I had told Your absence took me back to the place you saved me from I am at the same place from where once I was on the run It’s not your fault but you should have fastened your hold As the nights were too cold and it made my heart froze Now your warmth will break me in pieces Hear it this time don’t miss its hisses It will breathe the same tale All the broken edges have a similar graze No words could ever combine together To tell how much I missed you and your cuddles You should have kept your hold a little longer Now the emptiness have found in me its hollow shelter
Song by hariharan : Tu hi re In the piece "oh my moon greet me at my hearts horizon, else help me meet a land, how to live without you, without you, it's about you, you, you...." ( hell my translation)
P.s It's not good..but @dusky_dawn that's you know why i wrote this..n for whom I m pathetic n not romantic
I miss you (29/05/2019) How should I tell you? How should I start? Words are not enough to lay open what’s screaming deep in my heart It’s getting harder to tame With each of my empty breaths My eyes too look consumed They staring at the ajar door witnessing the sinking of its muse I am finding it tough! Now acting rough is also not enough! And finally, I am falling short of words There is nothing to explain how, why and where it hurts! Words are too few I wish my silence could tell you How much I miss you.. The nights are too long and lonely A reminder of despair and old memories The dark dawns upon me its wrath Eerie silence mocking a calm embrace Yet a corner in me is waiting for you To pull me out of this mess Now the words too have turned less I wish my silence could tell you How much I miss you..
//P.s this was written long back. The lines had stuck in my head. "I wish my silence could tell you, how much I miss you". It was stuck. I tried to get them out in various forms. I tried I tried// bear with me..n sorry for giving you repetitation of feed//
Your hard work. Your struggle When the fruit not given. You often get sour to those who get the blessings of your desires. Maybe they prayed too..in a different form. And you were not aware just like they were not about you. It's ok. Karma heard.
The softness of clouds, blushed by her cheeks As the unseen magic was waved by the cold breeze The blanket of starry night was yet again laid over Bright twinkles curtailing the empty, dark cover Their laughter was loud, a million stories they shout With her though; Amidst these babbling stars, loneliness was still hanging out Their shine was not enough to plug the voids The hollows and darks of the spaces were difficult to avoid It was known by all and flaunt by her flaws Fervently she waited for the dawn The glimpse of her long-distance love His warmth embraced the feathers to her dove She would stare at him ceaseless His rays burning her, rendering love-spots now countless She would try to move closer Distances between them needed a closure But the gravity of troubles was deeper than what she believed Pulled back by her roots each time she tried to move an inch They shared the same horizon sometime, each day He left at the dusk with stars and clouds for her to play All down the earth would look them up and sing songs All she wished for someone to tell him that she felt the nights to be long Though the nights were cooler, she still would do anything to burn a little long For she was the moon and he was the Sun, Together was the place, where their eternity belonged In the midnight her voice was muffled by the twinkles to a whisper “Words are too few, to tell how much I miss you” This was all that her heart knew to be true.
I saw her walking under stars with a book in hand and a cat to her side.
P.s @theinsaneink I know I have not done justice. This is far from witty and I don't want to even start on calling it anything even close to creative. But I love your write-ups for all the bold and sarcastic attributes it has. N this is just for you n the boost u gave. I hope u don't hate me for writing silly. Love. #wittyintro
"Hands up"You catch me every night, With your incompleted poetries in my lap Devouring the Verses one by one Tumbling upon the one's in which The 'She' in your poems is " Me", Forces the blush to rose up to my cheeks. Sitting with the Folded legs on the Couch Just a lamp by my side Kissing the poetries Lightly & The Lights above fitted in the Ceiling rests at Nights only to wake Up in the Early hours of dawn to witness The One with all the incompleted verses Lying on the Carpets With Rymes flowing In the Air and Crooing a melody of their own.
"Hands up"You catch me every night, With the T-shirts of yours that gives me a Certain peace whenever i wore Them.The Sleeves were always tight And the Shirt is over large for me but The Moment Your t-shirt kisses my body The Sleep arrives an hour or two before The Usual singing me lullaby giving Me sound sleep.The White one has still Your Vanilla scent that wafts around The Room making me breathe in the Air So Fresh and Alive.The Black one Seems to loose your Scent but i still Preserve it in the Cupboard where your Delicious scent wafts from one nook To another.
"Hands up" You catch me every night Stealing your share of Ice creams Kept in the fridge - Yes the one's you Keep deep in the freezer so that My eyes don't reach where they are kept, A tub of vanilla, A tub of strawberry Taking them out gobbling them up With The Vanilla all over my hands And the Shirts i Wore - Your t-shirts. Sitting at the Kitchen counter with All the lights closed just with the Flashlight of My phone supporting Me in my Stealing acts that i perform Every night when the Clock strikes 2:00 and When you were in the Deep slumber.I Tiptoe towards the kitchen Closing the Room of the door then everynight I find you sitting by my side at the Kitchen counter Saying " Hands up".
I returned from my college just to find out my dad acting weirdly. He was sweating, had turned pale, was constantly moving things as if searching for something and most importantly, he didn't have his glasses on. He never takes his glasses off. I asked him if something was bothering him. He said that he was searching for his phone. As I turned right, I saw his phone on the table beside the television. I gave it to him. He rushed back to his bedroom and locked himself. It bugged me as the phone was right there, yet he couldn't find it.
I started calling out for mom. My father shouted from his room that she was sick. She had caught something contagious and I should probably stay out of the room that night. I asked if he had called the doctor and he said that the doctor would be coming next morning. I believed him. I had my supper and went to my room. That night, I didn't see dad's face again but I could hear him. I guess he was talking to mom and he was unusually loud 'cause our walls were thick and I could never hear until that day. But I could hear only dad's voice. I thought, maybe mom was sick so she couldn't be that loud. But I still couldn't figure out the reason behind dad's shouting.
Next morning, dad didn't come out of the room. I made my own breakfast and asked from outside if mom was okay. He said she was doing good and the doctor would be here in an hour or two. I was sad as I could not see mom. It was so weird. A glimpse wouldn't get me killed but my dad wasn't ready to let me in anyway. I bid him goodbye and left for college.
The same routine continued for four days straight. My dad had bought a pack of room freshners and kept spraying all day. He said the doctor had asked him to do so. I didn't get the logic behind it but I refrained from asking any further questions. That night, I heard something unusual. I heard some loud clapping sounds and my dad was growling like an animal. I put my ears close to the wall and the sounds got louder. Within an instant I figured out that they were having sex. I was so ashamed. I should never have heard it. I was so cringed. It creeped me out from top to toe. But I tried to calm my mind and think rationally. Mom was sick, why would they have sex at this situation? Maybe, she was getting better? Was that a good sign? Even if she was getting better, why was dad banging her brutally? The walls were so damn thick, I had never heard them before.
It was getting weirder day by day. I had to see ma. I decided to fake my college departure. My dad thought I had left for college by I was hiding behind the closet in my room. He was convinced. He unlocked the door and went to the kitchen. Slowly, I squeaked out of my room and went to their bedroom in order to see my mother. I went inside the room and ran out as fast as I could. I kept running until I reached the streets. I called my uncle, who happened to be in the police, as I had to get that rotting corpse out of my parent's room as soon as possible.