sayan_naskar

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A minimalistic, yet Awfully complicated Creation, A Cosmic Traveller, An Exotic Specimen, Unorthodox, Addicted to Music and Lyrics ☺️

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  • sayan_naskar 1w

    Resonance

    As the day finds its death,
    As the leaves fall into their graves,
    It gets harder just to stay awake,
    In a way or another, Paying my debts.
    I've been trying to mend my ways,
    To heal what's left when you took it all away,
    But it's a boulevard that never really ends,
    a constant stroll between the galaxies we've interlaced.
    I still see you, with my telescope, as I lie beneath the interstellar,
    I can still feel your presence! Even though we're separated by lightyears,
    But it's your breath upon my skin, that I miss the most, whenever I'm lost amidst a crowd full of unknown faces.
    Maybe you're happy now, that our world has collapsed,
    Maybe, you've found a perfect home for yourself.
    Maybe your heart is saturated with all his love,
    He, who never needed the stars to convey his messages.
    You don't make wishes on shooting stars now, Do you?
    For rainbows don't put a smile on your face anymore.
    You've left the forbidden path, you keep yourself inside when it rains these days.
    You sip a cup of coffee, as his glittery eyes make you smile,
    Indeed your smile is all the incentive I have to float through this stream of life.

    ©Sayan_Naskar ( Shady )

  • sayan_naskar 1w

    Evanescent

    She was the fire, dressed like a mess,
    In the midst of a chaos, her eyes were just glimpses of solace.
    In a world, sullied by a million facades,
    She's the mystery, like the ones found in novels!
    She ran for days, till the days became years,
    Fighting for love, there's hardly anything she used to fear!
    She went through hell and stepped out with a smile,
    She guarded his soul, like a mother would do for her child.
    But running against the ordinary, had its own vice,
    When Everything's meant to fade away in time.
    If only I could hold her just for a while,
    I would have shown her, Love had a face tonight.

    ©Sayan_Naskar ( Shady )

  • sayan_naskar 5w

    Sometimes, we run out of breaths, Sometimes, we are just too broken to recollect ourselves, Sometimes, when we find ourselves trembling on the edge of losing everything! Sometimes, the nerves give up on us, And we say things, that we never meant to say. But what do we do when the chapter ends? When the anguish and rage have parted their ways? When we're alone, singing the blues over our forfeited dignity and grace? Does Love condemn us, Does life extinguish all the lights that could pull us out of our disdain? Do we forget the days we had, the songs we sang, the mountains that we once climbed together and become seasons out of time! I wish, we could have a way to express ourselves, the palpitating regrets clad in remorse and ineffable emotions, oozing out of our wounds! I wish, we knew of a way to show them that beneath the weight of those hefty and intoxicated words, there lies love, suffocated, in search of mercy, As we keep on dying on those reckless moments.

    ©Sayan_Naskar ( Shady )

  • sayan_naskar 7w

    Losing You Too

    I know it's not worth asking, when you have already made up your mind,
    I know it's how the hearts change, just like another season.
    But I don't know how to stop this, pouring my heart out to your silhouette,
    When we're all done and dusted, I keep running like the moths to the flame!
    A thousand miles with no seatbelts on,
    Reckless nights when You had kept me awake,
    The way, your fingers left me shivering,
    With one touch, you showed me the distance between hell and heaven.
    Should I put them to sleep? Should I burn all of your clothes in my closet?
    It's hard to rewrite what's already been written when all your frowns are denying all of my dreams,
    Changing from "How are you?" to "How have you been?",
    I hope, by the time, I get to see your face, I would learn to lose you again.

    ©Sayan_Naskar ( Shady )

  • sayan_naskar 8w

    Amidst The Haze

    What do you do when the sun doesn't ever rise up and the night never fades away? What do you do when nobody stays by your side, and emptiness is all you have to replenish this void? How do you feel when your words have never meant a thing, When they've always lost their voices in the midst of a deafening madness? All your prayers, they've preached the heartless, besought the lifeless to resuscitate the dying blossoms of winter, your dreams of a spring have been suffocated to death. Your grievances have raised hell and in an attempt to consolidate your waning will, Autumn has flaked all of its leaves, so that they could cover up your wounds, but you're still naked. You counted on love, but it has never tied the tourniquet.
    What do you do when the heart keeps on beating but death starts to crawl beneath your skin? Do you try to convince yourself yet again? Do you still search for the light amidst this blinding darkness? Or do you give in to the dreams that even the reality is unable to sedate?

    ©Sayan_Naskar ( Shady )

  • sayan_naskar 10w

    Schizophrenic Love

    You didn't say the right phrase, when you left, You didn't drive the clouds away, you left them at my disposal. The clouds of your unuttered words still hide the sun away, leaving me asphyxiated in a world that's dominated by coldness. The facets of a life that's deprived of your presence, I've come to discern in pieces. The selcouth insanity of your absence has doused every last trace of rationality in me, it has made me do things, I wasn't supposed to do. In the end, Regrets are all I have to console myself. Despite all of the nuisances and a boulevard of heartaches, I couldn't let go of the memories we had made. I searched for you in everyone I met, but When the drinks had me inside the casket, I gave in to profanity, A thousand sins, I've committed.I kept on searching for love in stranger's bed, while you were the only one, who could replace this empty space.

    ©Sayan_Naskar ( Shady )

  • sayan_naskar 10w

    Silhouettes And A Diwali Sky

    What a breathtakingly beautiful world, it was, As I was staring into the void, waiting to be savoured by the nothingness it happened to nurture. It was cold, darker than the empty spaces that lie between stars. A parallel world that goes hand in hand with a sky, bursting with lights. I was intrigued by the contrast, the effrontery of it to remain completely devoid of colours and how it still managed to fascinate human hearts. Uncared for, unattended, yet It never fell out of grace. A congealed layer of smog canopying the meadows ran uninterrupted. The landscape seemed blurry, though not a single human habitat could be seen on either side of the railway track. As the train hustled forward, leaving behind these barren lands of a forgotten world, the gust of chilly breeze made me jittery, thrusting me straight into a carnival of nostalgia. From a mile per hour to a thousand in seconds, your thoughts started ramifying within me. I could spot a few sky lanterns floating and scintillating against the grey background. They reminded me of the prayers, that still somehow held us together. Far from the world and you, I could still feel the warmth of the dying embers. The precocious oblivion threw me out of its shade, I stood unguarded under a beautiful yet relentless wintry blue yonder. I had become oblivious of my destination, Until I landed upon the harsh mosaic of a rather familiar reality. In an ironical sweep of acceptance, I discarded the moisture on my skin, buried you deep in me once again, and moved on only to shriek to the mighty fireworks that had so beautifully painted the skyline with a blend of a thousand hues." Happy Diwali " I said, As my eyelids tried to console my eyes one last time.

    ©Sayan_Naskar ( Shady )

  • sayan_naskar 11w

    Her Voice Still Resides

    The shiny flakes of your existence, I've seen them floating away, to a distant land, maybe, miles apart from where I stand. Your frosty breaths, My skin is still burnt from them. I haven't forgotten your apocalyptic eyes, dark and hemmed, heralding a world of anarchy. Your touch, unfathomably pulsating, used to leave me on the verge of sanity, until I was insentient. Those cimmerian imageries you made me see of myself, enshrouded beneath your skin, I used to gasp for air. I reckon the voracious beating of my heart, in an endeavor to match yours. The bohemian harangue your lips would often spill, I still hear them whenever I give in to my subconscious mind. I stood static, as you'd always kiss me on my lips, before the clock hit midnight, and ergo you'd captivate me, incarcerating me for the rest of the night. You'd play the fiddle, as my soul would leave my body, and I would wait under a starry sky, until it becomes one with your stygian light. Your voice still resides in the lacunae of time. Even though we've run out of life, memories will hold up, construing the nihility of my sleepless nights.

    ©Sayan_Naskar ( Shady )

  • sayan_naskar 13w

    I'm No Artist

    Not all of us will be artists, not all of us would be able to grace the canvas equally. I should admit that I'm subtly inefficacious at artistry. If I were given a palette, I would have chosen every shade that The God had chosen to decorate her with. Simply because my eyes haven't seen a blend more perfect. I had seen how the stars became jealous everytime they tried to steal a glance at her. They were never ready to accept, she'd always outshine them. Her azure eyes, and the way they looked at this world, it could only convince my heart, that nothing could break us apart. There's nothing predictable about her, rather she was an epitome of chaos, and that alone made her even more fascinating. She was the one, I had been searching for, even before I knew she was real. She took my hand and led me to the interstellar, a world that didn't follow the fragility of time. We lived a thousand years in those seconds, when she'd close my eyes and whisper in my ears that we had held the infinity in the palms of our hands. Her words left nothing in my heart but hope. Hope as colourful as the wildflower in her bun, she was the flame I wanted to shield away from the storm. And although we're supposed to keep breaking our hearts, before it cracks wide open, to me, she was the postcard delivered to my front door that didn't have the wrong address. But as I've already confessed, I'm just a shitty painter, who always ends up waggling blunt edges and abstract lines upon the omnipotent canvas and still wonders whether out of all the goodbyes she had ever said, mine was the hardest!

    ©Sayan_Naskar ( Shady )

  • sayan_naskar 13w

    ক্ষনিকের তুমি, বাকিটা শুধুই অনুভূতি,
    বায়বীয় প্রেমে মগ্ন তোমার আমার ফেলে আসা স্মৃতি।
    সচকিত নীরবতায় গভীর রাতে পাখিদের ব্যাকুল কোলাহলে,
    শুধুই কি খোঁজো তুমি আমার মতো ঘরে ফেরার পথ,
    নাকি তুমি আজও সুখী, শত মানুষের ভিড়ে আত্মহারা তোমার উপস্থিতি?
    তোমার অচেতন শরীরে চেতনার স্পন্দন কি আজও মনে রেখেছে আমার শব্দের কর্কশ ধ্বনি?
    নাকি আজ আমি রিক্ত, আলোকবর্ষ দূরে বন্ধনশূন্য!
    আমার অস্তিত্ব মিটিয়েছে তোমার শরীরে দ্বিতীয়ের ভালোবাসার ভ্রুকুটি,
    আমার নিঃশ্বাসে মিশিয়েছে বিষ বিস্মৃতিতে অতীত তোমার সেই প্রতিশ্রুতি।
    তোমার আঙ্গুল ভিড়েছে নূতনের সন্ধানে, স্পর্শ করেছে নূতনের উষ্ণতা,
    প্রশ্নেরা আজ উত্তরমুখী, তোমার নবীন প্রাতে আমার সূর্য অস্তগামী।

    ©সায়ন