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  • saurav666 10h

    All I want
    is for you and me
    to become we,
    and a moment of relief,
    from the gut-wrenching
    pain of knowing
    that we will never be.

  • saurav666 1d

    Bollywood has so beautifully romanticized love that we think love is all about an incidental meet up, some idealistic memories and an happy ending.We feel that in love everything is just perfect, life seems to go so smoothly with the person whom we consider our better-half.
    We imagine love with a connection with moon, stars, hills and waves. We imagine candle light dinner with reddish tinch on your beloved's face, a cold breeze kissing her bare shoulders and she, with a smile interwines her both hands as she's feeling a bit cold and you give her your leather brown jacket as usual.
    We imagine love as you both walking lonely on a silent road under the dim lampposts where you both wanting your houses to be in neighborhood, you try to walk slowly so that you both may spend more time with each other.
    We imagine love as a long drive, where both you and your partner's hair are waving in the air, you sitting on the back seat, have unfurled both of your hands so that more air can cross through your fingers and you feeling as if you are living the best moment of your life.
    We think love is something magical, something which is not from this world, like when you meet your love, your heartbeat gets faster, your pupils dilate, your concentration becomes weak, you fumble while speaking, you get nervous and everything seems craziest. We are mistaken because we think love is the simplest thing of this cosmos but trust me darling, there is no other thing more fucked up than love in this universe. All these romantic imaginations that you have in your mind are just one side of a story. You have just seen or read it from movies or books.
    Once you start understanding " the concept of love ", you'll know love is not a thing to be happened at the first sight or to be understood in a day or week. Don't misinterpret infatuation with love. Your crush, your girlfriend/boyfriend, your fiance, and sometimes even your husband/wife may be isn't your love as you think.
    Love isn't a perfect event at your 17. It's an imperfect process, a phenomenon full of flaws that keeps occuring your whole life and gets completed almost at your 60's or 70's. Love isn't a one-time event. It's a process. In true love, you don't fall in love with that person once, you fall for them everyday with the same intensity.
    Love is the most pious flaw you'll ever come across in yourself. Love is an imperfection without which you are never going to feel perfect. It's the sweetest sin you can ever commit.


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    An Imperfect Love

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  • saurav666 2d

    Like dark clouds fills barren soil with rain,
    Her smile brings life to broken hearts. .
    She is evening of summers, sunlight of winters, nap of afternoon, moonlight of nights. Her smile is like panacea that can make dead flowers alive. Her giggles are like sunrise, anger on her nose feels like sunset, temporary yet beautiful.
    She is an ocean waiting to be poured inside a thirsty soul, a wave waiting for its shore, a whisper waiting to be heard, a drop of water in a desert. She lives a life that's more for others than for her own. But at times she too feels like drowning deep inside trenches of her mind whether there's no one to save her, make her alive ? When she feels burst, her tears roll down her cheeks and dry before someone notices. She is full of life, full of smiles, full of giggles but not always. She is a sunshine but not always. She is beautiful rain but not always. There are things that haunt her too. She has some hidden nightmares that get covered behind her fake smiling lips. She cries for hours and sleeps after crying. She wakes up, tells herself to rise again, smile again, live again. Leaving behind her scary monsters, her hidden nightmares, her deep insecurities...she smiles, she inspires, she lives. .
    She is neither a perfect sunshine nor a beautiful rain.
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    She is rainbow with a little bit of thunderstorm.

  • saurav666 2d

    Your touch!

    Full moon,
    amongst a starry sky.
    Head down,
    soft sobs,
    with teary eyes.
    Never did I crave
    your touch,
    this damn much,
    to keep me together.
    A moment of solace
    could keep me feeling
    safe, forever.

  • saurav666 4d

    A stray gaze from you
    can turn the sun to a storm.
    You were the forbidden fruit
    in physical form.

  • saurav666 4d

    I will spoil you
    with so many sonnets,
    even Shakespeare
    would be astonished.

  • saurav666 5d


    चाय जैसी मेरी ज़िन्दगी में कुछ अदरक जैसी हो तुम
    तुम्हारे बिना भी कोई कमी नहीं होती,
    पर तुम्हारे साथ बात कुछ और ही होती है।

    कुछ कड़वी सी थी तुम मेरी मीठी सी चाय में,
    जब पहली बार मिली थीं, कुछ कम अच्छी लगी थीं तुम मुझे
    पर अब तुम्हारे बिना चाय भी कुछ फीकी सी लगती है।

    Momos जैसी मेरी खूबियों में कुछ mayonnaise जैसी हो तुम
    तुम्हारे बिना भी कोई कमी नहीं होती,
    पर तुम्हारे साथ बात कुछ और ही होती है।

    काली सी कुछ रातों में चांदनी जैसी हो तुम
    तुम्हारे बिना भी उस अंधेरे में कुछ चीज़े दिखती हैं मुझे
    पर तुम्हारे साथ बात कुछ और ही होती है।

    वीरान से मेरे सफर में हमसफर जैसी हो तुम
    तुम्हारे बिना भी ज़िन्दगी कटती रहती है, गुजरती रहती है
    पर तुम्हारे साथ बात कुछ और ही होती है।

    चाय जैसी मेरी ज़िन्दगी में कुछ अदरक जैसी हो तुम
    तुम्हारे बिना भी कोई कमी नहीं होती,
    पर तुम्हारे साथ बात कुछ और ही होती है।

  • saurav666 5d

    We create from what was broken!

    Our masterpieces are made of pieces,
    Of what once was.
    Things naturally fall apart,
    So we put the fragments back together
    And call it art.
    In our creative world,
    Nothing is truly lost;
    It only changes its form.
    This is why
    There's no reason to cry.
    When things break
    Or when they die.
    For something new and better
    Might grow back out;
    From the bits in our hands
    And from the clefts in our hearts.

  • saurav666 1w

    Simply put,
    My poetry is
    everything I want to say
    to you in person,
    But don't have the
    courage to do so.

  • saurav666 1w

    When my gypsy roots
    inevitably convince me
    to move away,
    I wonder if you will
    ask me to stay.