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  • ayushsangwan 22h

    would you call a man smart
    who is hammering his own head
    for in case of earth
    we are doing the same

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    everyday date changes, everyday
    our age changes,
    the world changes everyday
    our mirrors have turned into selfie cameras
    robots now serve coffees in cafeterias
    your money is locked up in an app
    lights can be turned on with your horrible voice
    here on earth, buildings are growing taller
    and growth of humanity has stopped
    population is increasing like a line of ants coming out of a hole
    a single blue fruit and 7 billion eaters
    people are wasting water and electricity
    and some are still sitting heartbroken at their homes
    trees are falling down every single second
    we are left with few years of life
    the day is not far when volcanoes will erupt
    uncontrollably
    and huge oceanic waves will wipe away
    your vintage cars along with you
    my so called smart homo sapiens
    set out to save your beautiful green earth for
    not all of us will get a bungalow on moon

    - ayush sangwan

  • ayushsangwan 1d

    she ran with tear filled eyes
    while the bottle of scent fell on the floor
    my room smelled like her
    so i closed the windows and door
    and sat back on a chair with my feet up
    and on gramophone played a sad song
    cheered the glass of wine with her scent
    and then whole night drank alone.

    - ayush sangwan, 1901

  • ayushsangwan 1w

    at the end of everyday
    when in my bed i lie down to sleep
    your face glares upon my inward eye
    and i begin to smile in my sleep
    as if you come in through the ceiling
    and float in the air upon me
    i feel your lips on mine
    caressing them and dissolving
    your cheeks touching my cheeks
    i move my neck breathing heavily
    as your kisses move down my chest

    at the end of everyday
    your name always comes on my lips
    but i never utter it
    i speak about you in my heart
    and when i lie down to sleep
    i dream about your smile
    which makes me fall for you
    and every morning when i wake up
    i wake up with my arms around the pillow

  • ayushsangwan 1w

    enmity with a weaker one
    is more dangerous
    because he will attack on you
    at such a time of which
    you can never think

    - ayush sangwan

  • ayushsangwan 1w

    there's a lady i know. she keeps me
    inside the plastic cover of an album.
    on days when she gets a little sad
    she holds me in her hand and kisses
    me. she misses the smiles of her
    family which are painted on me.
    there's a man i know. he keeps me
    in the first pocket of his leather wallet
    and when the day in the office doesn't
    go well
    he slides me up and talks to me.
    i am one of the memories of his wife who has passed away
    there's a granny i know. she's very old.
    everyday when she wakes up. she thinks
    it is going to be her last. she suffers from
    cancer. she everyday joins her hand in front
    of me and i hang on the wall inside a
    glass case. there's her god painted on me.
    people hide me below their pillows
    sometimes they try to burn me in rage.
    but i stay with them when their loved ones
    leave them.
    i am a coloured memory.
    i am a painted pain.

    a.s

  • ayushsangwan 1w

    winter has once more come to my door
    that every rose of the garden has
    turned grey
    trees get draped in white
    when snow burdens their branches
    the cool breeze that flows misses the leaves which once used to rustle and smile
    the sky is heartless without the sun
    my lips are breathless without your touch
    and the fire is warmth less without you
    the lake of love has frozen
    i hope spring will come soon
    and ice will melt into love
    but nowadays
    the roof of my home has snow over it
    and i stand with waterless eyes
    at the door
    for winter is at my doorsteps.

    a.s

  • ayushsangwan 3w

    i do not know
    how my lord sounds
    and how he looks
    for I have just seen the idols
    standing underneath the temple roofs
    and hanging high on the church walls
    even if i pour down all my faith
    and look for god
    i do not know where he resides
    wise men have said and have passed away
    that every particle of life is full of god
    bees humming, this is how
    my god sounds
    trees standing, stretching their arms
    this is how my lord wants to hug me
    people look at the sky to find my lord
    but if they will look with truest eyes
    they will find god as a dew drop on leaf
    my god is in every cell of my body
    flowing like blood
    every heart beat sounds like him
    every time when i stretch my lips
    i smile like him
    my god looks just like me.

    - ayush sangwan

  • ayushsangwan 3w

    I don't know if i can call it a song.

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    someone told me long ago
    that if you're going to love
    you're going to risk everything you hold
    and i told her, if it gives me a reason
    to live a little more
    doesn't it worth risking it all?

    someone told me long ago
    someone told me long, long ago

    that this love's a poison
    which has no antidote
    and i told her, i need this poison
    to cure my poisoned soul

    someone told me long ago
    someone told me long, long ago

    it brings shorter days, longer nights
    more darkness than light
    more winters than springs
    your slipping tears will freeze in cold
    and i told her
    i'd wait until to my grave she
    brings a rose

    someone told me long ago
    someone told me long, long ago
    and i told her it is worth risking it all.

    - ayush sangwan, someone told me

  • ayushsangwan 4w

    Grave

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    man lives his life
    to dig up his own grave,
    like working so hard in morning
    for a good sleep at night
    the day when he is born
    he learns to pick up the shovel,
    as the ages pass
    when he begins to grow a little older
    he starts carrying his shovel
    to find his desired land,
    and the day when he holds someone's hand
    he makes the first effort with the
    shovel in the land
    and when his own children begin to get older
    he finishes up digging almost half
    and as his teeth start to fall
    the six feet under gets ready
    man with his crooked back
    and broken legs falls down in the pit
    he takes a lifetime to dig up
    like working so hard in morning
    for a good sleep at night.

    - ayush sangwan

  • ayushsangwan 6w

    Yesterday, since morning
    my father was trying to keep
    himself busy and was helping my mother
    he removed the spider webs from the ceilings
    made a new arrangement of the furniture
    and watered all the plants of the lawn.

    It was Sunday and I didn't know why
    he was doing all that work on a day
    on which he usually loves to rest
    perhaps, he was trying to forget
    some office incident.

    I remember once my grandmother
    told me that when my father was
    young and was a little school boy
    he would put his head on her lap and
    tell her what all happened with him
    in school.

    But now my grandma is not more
    than a picture hanging in the living
    room.

    Since morning there was a frown on
    my father's brow, perhaps he just
    wanted to put his head on his mother's
    lap once more, forget all his worries
    and fall asleep.

    There's a tree in our lawn that
    my grandma planted few days
    before she left us.

    And today morning when I got up
    and looked out of the window
    I found my father sleeping under
    that tree and all I could do was
    just smile and smile...

    - ayush sangwan