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  • iampoetwriterstoryteller 2w

    आईना।

    - काफी वक्त के बाद आज बारिश में भीग कर मैं घर लौटा,
    मेरे बिखरे हुए कमरे में मेरा तौलिया ढूंढने लगा।
    इक दस्तूर के बारिश में भीगा था मैं,
    और एक अरसे के बाद खुद को आईने में देखा था।

    आंखों में बचपन जैसी चमक नहीं थी,
    और माथे पर बस कुछ शिकन थी।
    खिड़की से रोशनी तो अन्दर आ रही थी,
    मगर अंधेरा अब भी कुछ ज्यादा सा था।

    मेरे घर देर से आने पर अब कोई फ़िक्र नहीं करता,
    ना देर से उठने पर कोई नाराज़ होता है।
    कुछ मतलब वाले रिश्ते हैं साथ,
    अपना तो शायद मैं खुद भी नहीं रहा।

    ये आईना आज खुद के रूप में,
    बस खुद से ही मिला गया।

    Aarun Kashyap
    ©poetwriterstoryteller

  • iampoetwriterstoryteller 3w

    - I thought we were same with all the similarities. In those two months we never found anything that make us different but I found the one. I loved her, still do but she stopped loving back.

    I never asked her to promise me a relationship but love. She never gave me any commitment but the actual feel of love. It was a lifetime in those two months. It was like climbing the sky to the top, to the endless multiverse and then falling back.
    Started from talking to each other right after waking up and then endless conversation until we fall asleep again with a dream of being in each other's arms and sleep. It always felt real and now unreal. The intimacy we had never felt so perfect with anyone. It was like a before and after moment and she did things for me that no one ever did, even she never did for anyone.

    And then, the clock just stopped working, all the calls, texts, even love.
    I will never get the answers to my questions and I know she'll never feel like answering them because few things are better unsaid.

    One day, someone will leave her with all her questions like I have and then she'll realize how does it feel like to be left alone with a broken heart but still the same love.

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    - One day,
    someone will
    leave her
    with all her
    questions
    like I have
    and then
    she'll realize
    how does it feel
    like to be left alone
    with a broken heart
    but
    still the same love.

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    Aarun Kashyap
    ©poetwriterstoryteller

  • iampoetwriterstoryteller 6w

    - I believe, our arms were like an apartment to all those who came and left.
    But, when we hold each other in arms It feels like we found our home.

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    - I believe,
    our arms were
    like an
    apartment
    to all those
    who came
    and left.
    But,
    when we hold
    each other
    in arms
    It feels like
    we both
    found our home.

    Aarun Kashyap
    ©poetwriterstoryteller

  • iampoetwriterstoryteller 6w

    Colors!

    I've found red in him,
    And, he just found the blue.
    Maybe his blue lied too strong,
    And, my red failed to understand.

    He was white when I've met him,
    And, then he turned out be yellow.
    Yellow wasn't there for me earlier,
    And, he turned out into red.

    He always had yellow that lied,
    And, I've had the same with the red.
    He turned out to be black and then blue,
    And, I've turned out to be yellow to red.

    Sometimes, the yellow turn into red,
    And, red turns into black.
    But, there are times when yellow remain the yellow,
    And, red becomes the new black.

    Aarun Kashyap
    ©poetwriterstoryteller

  • iampoetwriterstoryteller 8w

    सवाल।

    कभी-कभी मुझे लगता है कि बस जवाब हैं मेरे पास,
    जो बिना सवाल के मुझे मिल गये हैं।
    फिर मैं तलाश करता हूं सवाल को,
    मगर क्यूं?

    जब शीशा टूट कर बिखर जाता है,
    वो बस बिखर जाता है बिना सवाल‌ किये।
    और बिखरे हुए शीशे के हर हिस्से में,
    मैं खुद को थोड़ा सा बिखरा हुआ सा महसूस करता हूं।

    बिखरे हुए हिस्से जैसे मुझे मेरे जवाबों के सवाल से मिला देते हैं,
    और फिर बिखरने से ज्यादा वो सवाल जैसे मुझे चूर-चूर सा कर देते हैं।
    अब जो मेरे ये सवाल हैं,
    क्या इनके जवाब मिलेंगे कभी?

    Aarun Kashyap
    ©poetwriterstoryteller

  • iampoetwriterstoryteller 8w

    - She is
    the Art
    everyone
    wished
    to learn.
    I was the
    Artist
    she wished
    to have.

    Aarun Kashyap
    ©poetwriterstoryteller

  • iampoetwriterstoryteller 9w

    बस मैं और तू!

    - कभी-कभी खुद से मिल जाता हूं मैं,
    कभी तेरी बातें कभी तेरी यादें खुद से मिला देती हैं।
    कभी तुझे मेरी कहानी में ढूंढता हूं,
    और कभी खुद कहानी सा बन जाता हूं।

    कहानी के दो किरदार तेरे और मेरे जैसे थे,
    फिर क्यूं तु किरदार से बाहर जा चुका है?
    बहुत बखूबी निभाया था तूने किरदार तेरा,
    और शायद अब बखूबी जान पाया हूं मैं।

    कहते हैं इश्क झूठा नहीं होता,
    मगर तूने तो झूठ से पूरी कहानी लिख दी थी।
    अब क्या सच है और क्या झूठ,
    तू खुद मुझे कहेगी या सवाल बिना जवाब के रह जायेंगे।

    अधूरे जवाब के साथ फिर खुद से मिलता हूं मैं,
    मैं जिसे तूने मुझसे मिलाया है।

    Aarun Kashyap
    ©poetwriterstoryteller

  • iampoetwriterstoryteller 9w

    - Whenever It'll rain and those cold drops will touch your face. I believe, they'll touch you like each tear in my eyes and they've just turned into those drops of rain and will tell you that I still love you.

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    - Whenever
    It'll rain
    and those
    cold drops will
    touch your face.
    I believe,
    they'll touch you
    like each tear
    in my eyes
    and they've
    just turned
    into those
    drops of rain
    and will
    tell you that
    I still love you.

    Aarun Kashyap
    ©poetwriterstoryteller

  • iampoetwriterstoryteller 10w

    - You
    don't need
    a roller coaster
    ride of love
    to find the
    perfect person.
    You just need
    someone
    to fill those
    empty voids
    of imperfections
    to make you feel
    love perfectly.

    Aarun Kashyap
    ©poetwriterstoryteller

  • iampoetwriterstoryteller 11w

    The Dream of Love!

    - I was on my death bed today and my soul was standing right there,
    waiting for me to tell you about a dream I've always dreamt of.
    I've spent my night looking for the broken stars to make another wish,
    But every wish I had was the wish to occur whole again.

    The world just stopped for the fraction of second when I saw you first,
    And, all those heartbreak felt so right.
    I never promised you that I'll bring stars or the moon for you,
    But I've promised a smile I've always brought.

    When the raindrops or the sunrays touch your sleepy face,
    It's me telling you that I touch your heart or soul every time.
    And, when I see the shooting stars,
    I still wish for you.

    I've loved you & I've lost you that's where I understand the value of you,
    Like we were those two parallel lines that meet at the infinity.
    Someday I'll meet you there where our entities will meet,
    And, I'll tell you about the time since we started and since I've lost you or I've just got the whole of you.

    On the day, you'll look for me in all those shooting stars and I'll find you,
    One day, I'll see the smile on your lips I've always wished to see.
    You'll believe nothing but one thing,
    I loved you, I still love you and for eternity.

    Someday, you won't meet me but you'll meet my soul,
    Talking about dreams I've always dreamt but never told you.

    Aarun Kashyap
    ©poetwriterstoryteller