the painting of water lilies was floating upon water, colours were washing away paper got so soft that when you found it and picked up, it tore apart and the lilies drowned in the water
you looked at me, i could notice the different sizes of your eyes which got refined in anger, the calm of the forehead when you were walking to me to when you found your art dissolving, serenity turned into teeth grinding anger and i ran
you were not behind me. you were no where in sight because you didn't come after. i saw you from behind the trees looking down at a wet piece of paper. i apologised from there, told you how my model ship fell from your hands and i was angry but my words got lost in the silence of your eyes. you didn't talk to me the whole evening and when the day was completely buried. we slept in the same tent and as the cold spilled slowly at night the crickets went silent too
i woke up with dad saying something to me i don't remember what. gaze of sun fell on my face when i came out. mum told me to help her pack everything up. i asked about you, she suggested me to look near the lake. and there you were sitting on a stone with a controller in your hand. my half shut eyes opened wide, i wiped them with my hands and saw it running through the water, the noise of its little engine warmed my heart. you had fixed it. i came and stood by your side. you handed the controller to me, i thought you'd say something but your lips remained sealed. you had mended what you had broken but my mistake had drowned in the lake.
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I'LL BE REACHING YOU EVERYDAY....
I sell stars. Clothes I hung up on the clouds, having tea on the moon, loving blowing out bubbles made of tears in the air. Like a bird struck in winter, I'm flying under the sun, to get some warmth and hope. But I fail. Always. I knew you were followingmy footprints to see where did I disappear to...... You're stuck at the last footprint, And now you're cryin'. But why? I had to leave.
/Yes.... It's the end of winter, and also my last footprint led you to spring/
/Carry the maple leaf. I know that you love autumn season./
/I left an umbrella at the end of summer, take it when you enter the monsoon./
/Want some cupcakes and tangerines, at the end of winter, before you reach summer again? /
Eating up sweets, because I feel in here bitter. My sugar jar has become empty. No pancakes, no candies, no honey glazed donuts. I'm searching the sweetest me coz now I feel bitter. I'm bitter.I felt the terrace was always lonely, No one found the time to step on and play there. But, now the terrace seems to have gained me. The field of dandelions where the butterflies used to roam make me feel bitter, dreamcatchers having my good dreams in it make me feel bitter.
I wanna see all the colours of yours, as you're a rainbow. I want to step in all the months of yours to see how your seasons go. I want to watch you while you sleep to see which genre of dreams seems best to you, I wanna write a fairytale where they have a life with no problems, no troubles and no parting ways for a long time.
//The longer the route I take to you, The happier I am. And, when I get back, I'll take the shortest route to get back and I'll go again in the longest route. //
She is the Enigmatic beauty Under the tranquil Blue sky.
She is that Shade of mauve Which is as rich And passionate As an aster.
Penelope, I call her.
The goddess of Soothing zephyr And deliciously Mesmerizing petrichor.
She is that flower In the bouquet Which makes even The moon blush red!
She binds all her Fellow flowers Into a knot of Pure love and Scintillating lives!.
Ps. Penelope is a name i address as my diary! I have written approximately 3 diaries and each diary has a special significance in my life. Penelope is the diary which is a pure personification of a kind of person i want to become. Hope u like it!
Pss. Penelope is name with a beautiful meaning "thread". So I gave her a beautiful name "Penelope Ned Asters" The thread(Penelope) , a needle (ned sounds like it! Lame i knw)and Asters(flowers!). In short a bunch of pleasant flowers! I m about to enter 18th year soon , it's far far away yet but still!.
Under the moonlight i was sitting Watching you from a distance Was it the beginning of the another past Or a better future trying to fit in Was it same like the different Or different with the same name Are you here to go alone Or to switch the lanes Live in the moment they say Just look through it they say So i exhale my past inhaled the future And held my breath with the fear of same again.
'Main Tumhara' is a song that escapes the prayers of a grateful lover who is just thankful that he gets to drench to his heart's content everyday under the downpour of this emotion called love. It is the anthem of a starstruck lover who neither demands anything from his love nor overrides the tenderness of love with possessive 'you are mine'-s but submits all of himself in his lover's arms wholeheartedly like an ardent devotee set to find salvation. 'Main tumhara, main tumhara, main tumhara raha...'. Maybe love fills you with so much happiness that at the end of the day it overflows in the form of waves. Those waves of gratitude wash all over you and you let yourself drown into that bliss. You don't hesitate anymore to surrender yourself a thousand times and over to this immeasurable force.
You promise to stay like the tiny, glittering star beside your moon that only amplifies its beauty yet never attracts attention singularly because you like to believe that your only identity is your love, your moon. You promise to be the constant, unmoving shore of the ocean you've named after your other half. 'Ae samundar, main tumhara kinaraa raha'. You are ready to bear its turbulent waves without complaints on stormy days as well as embrace its enormity in finite rolling laps like you do on days when all your words fail and both of you just hold each other's hands and say nothing.
Love finds us or maybe we find love like a sinking man finds a driftwood in a lonely sea at the time we are drowning in the darkness that life throws at us. When everything and everyone around seem to be pushing us further into that abyss , love is the only ray of light we see. Love become our savior, our Messiah. It then teaches us to hope, to pray, to wish- the things we had long forgotten in our respective struggles. 'Mahi, mere masiha, marzi bata kya teri'.
Strange, isn't it, how you let your loved one be the mold and then readily melt to cast yourself to its shape? Doesn't it seem beautiful how you've arranged your whole world around it? 'Main deewaron ki tarah hoon, tum jaise ho daricha Main bageecha, jo tumne seencha'.
Main Tumhara is a love ballad you'd sing to your precious one to express how much that person means to you. It's a line you'd find yourself mumbling half asleep with your bodies intertwined, a phrase that would seep even in your dreams. 'Main tumhara, main tumhara, main tumhara raha...'