My heart has been melting into the colosseum of reminiscence like the coarse glaciers of Kashmir from the day I first met you and it's been aeons now that my futile hopes have reclined on the arms of your exalted breathes turning the storms of souvenir into the abode of dew.
I've been waiting, yes I've been waiting from so long, for that emollient sunrise which you and me could embrace together but the darkness of this amiable nights no more leaves me unlike you. And I'm afraid, I'm afraid of my own self not you, not even the darkness, for I'm unable to change my feelings and the direction to which they're headed. No matter how hard I try but nothing seems to work and my each possibility turns into an unfavorable outcome.
'You can fall right out of the sky and end up living in a place called memories' this very thought stabs the last ounce of my strength everyday and the rotten pieces of my shattered courage hold your morals and throws me away. If only I would've followed my heart once, if only I would've pulled you a little closer towards me, if only I would've know how much you meant to me at least I would've understood the worth of our love. I failed terribly and you turned away from me, even the mirror is scared of reflecting the greediness leaking out of my scorched bones, even the lakes are scared to reflect the beast within me so how should I expect a lovely person like you to turn this beast into a human....
Letting you go was like pouring my soul out of my body but the faith of your love still beats in the voids of my heart and I'll try to become someone who is needed.
//I've been the artist of breaking heart and thus I need to learn the art of letting go//
I just wish "if I could ever meet you whether it is another world or another birth, I'll wait for you..." ~Purva D
There's a home of happiness on the outskirts of persistence where echoes the mélange of love as the courtesy of frame shatters into 2 n 1/2 pretty smiles and the florid walls are painted by the wavelength of tangerine rust oozing out of mine and her collar bone. And a room of poetry pounds inside the chest of my broken heart where the first drop of my last wound leaks out of window colouring the wilted rose carmine red. And the courtyard of sinew instill sanguinity on the ceiling with drawers full of dreams to squirt the diluted nostalgia out of my fathomless brain. A zephyr of lost exuberance slides past thy counterpart squirting the saturated dust from the off-white envelope, my heart pounds in my hands and tears dribble on my cheeks as the sapphire ink polishes the confession of love which she scribbled 6 January's back which she engraved on metallic staircase, so that one day my lips could read them and retaliate love for love instead of hate. Now my eyelashes are concealed with dust craving for the affection this place holds. There's are a place called home sculpted by my mother, with all 20 corners decorated by her diligent hands. And I'm still breathing there... ~Purva D
Wishing you Happiest Birthday Mummy... May your life shine with the rainbows of success❤️ love you so much
D r e a m s were meant to be chased. ~you've got the wings of optimism to fly high in the oceans of success and the gills of self-confidence to swim deeply and recede out from the sky of failures. So accomplish things what were meant to be.
Maybe to get L i f e was the wish of parents, but to live was a c h o i c e. ~life is about waking up from the lap of sunrise, drowning fears in the horizon of sunsets, and giving selflessly without expecting back in the arms of glimmering nights. Cherish your heart and nourish your soul with the elixir of love, spread happiness, practice forgiveness and kindness, live everyday to the fullest and construct your own fate lines. //Forget past, believe in today, hope for a better tomorrow//
Believe in L o v e to entwine h u m a n i t y. ~Love isn't a magnet to attract the poles of two different hearts rather a germinating seed which slowly develops inside the cavity of an arduous soul under the rays of intense emotions, nourished by the nutrients of affection, breathing the aroma of trust in order to pump faith & exhaling forever promises.
D e a t h give us e n o u g h time to connote our existence. ~don't pity death pity the living for life is so short and fleeting. The enigmas of nature, the meaning of life and the purpose of existence is awaiting to be accomplished. Aren't you ready to find that? //Fear of death is fear of yourself//
F i n i s h the race which you started in your mother's womb. ~whenever you see a ladder it's not just a staircase but this are the steps to remind your life's phase. For gaining something you need to chase, fight for recognition and focus on winning the race. Put your charm and let others see your grace, try to seek whatever you want in different beautiful ways.
S m i l e eternally :) After all it's a blessing to seek life beneath the orange curtain of endless sky. ~Purva D
Millions of emotions effused in the bloodstream of my thoughts, love, hatred, felicity, pain, all racing towards the attic of my heart, trying to change position from organ to organ, till every shade of humanity is slightly darkened. For I've lost my voices but still hopes are alive, for I've lost my trust, but still faith in me is alive. For I've lost all my love, but still poetry inside me is alive, for I've lost myself, but still I'm alive. Oh yes I'm Alive....
//"To be understanding" also needs to be understood//
If they don't want to understand why are you still understanding them? If their heart is cold, then why are you warming up the emotions which are already dead? ~the_frozenn_heart
Life is a cliff diverged in the path of destiny where my each euphonious Breathe flounder in the paradigm of hopes, valiantly ravelling each strand between life and death. //Strength is not always about bearing pain, it's about the way you try to overcome obstacles and the cogency of my breathe connotes thew and ardor unfurled by my mother's womb//
Unravelling the spindle of love, my vehement Heart being a modiste of amour tries to unite soul, rejuvenate trust and elaborate promises by stitching those half baked memories with the threads of honesty and loyalty on the fabric of voracious emotions where the wreathed arteries and veins drown in the cosmos of lexicon for the desire of bond formation. //The heart that believes in love may not be the one that has never been broken, maybe it chose to love even after being hurt//
My mortal Soul, inside its anatomy tries to preserve the epiphany of this bitter sweet reality to immortalise each choked verse I scribbled on this existence, so that someday those poetries shall sing a lullaby near my coffin with the voice my throat used to warble and for some other day it shall dwell in every vagabond eyes, I wonder. //For all my soul seek is the perfect blend of kindness and serenity, with my morals aspiring to live with dignity//
Behind the curtain of my lucid eyes those entrenched dreams and ambitions have made their home, which crawls into the deep ocean of my brain where my solitude sinks and ebullience float and lure me to unravel the depths of mysteries which the world has kept hidden inside the poetries. Somewhere those nightmares have a glance at- my trembling hands once in a full moon receding back to the kaleidoscope and labelling each planet as the tercets of my dreams where the future me will love to conquer the galaxies of dreams so as to purloin my self esteem. //When the flow of my tears collide with the ooze of ink all the pain spills out of my heart in the form of poetry//
The fragments of my descendants lay its footprints on the literature of elapsing time, where silence treasure my elusive lips and I seek peace in the generosity of living ~the reason is to live does it matter with them or without them? For the hindrance of my penumbra rationalize the conflicts within me and fight the battle against those devils who tries to pull me down ~whenever I tend to fall from the sky, my wings gather courage and try harder to fly. //Be a person of passion and possibilities, with a mission in your eyes and undoubtable abilities//
Those sanguine goals needs to be written boldly with golden letters, and those passionate dreams needs to be shine brighter as we cross the phase of teen, just a deep stroke of courage, faith, passion and the syllables of hope shall elaborate the laurels to win. ~Purva D
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A timid wave of reminiscent recede from the barefoot of amour as a zephyr of fresh brewed heartbreak knock the door of abhor and I'm in awe how my counterpart retaliates love for love yet punctilious for hatred as each flickering ray of sun inculcate to mend all those broken vows before their morals are faded.
Like a turbulent sun engrossed in waking up with the dreams being felicitated now adjourns behind the failures of life by sunset, and I try to embellish souvenir as it taps on my shoulder to relinquish all the desires. Where I write an elegy to my solemn feelings who still believes in "forever wasn't a lie" maybe then my subjects will change the direction of wind answering all those "why's"...
Past follow my footsteps maybe to play hide and seek, for just an instance I wish to turn back & embrace all those "maybe's". I drink the potion of courage, take my soul Infront of a person who broke my heart, to make him understand "to love" and "to be loved" is an art. I did fasten to the sunshine before drowning in those crumbled apologies for I don't wish to submerge in his aesthetics rather I'll prefer to live on my own disciples now.
I blink my eyes twice, for once the sugar-coated words hides under the eyelashes and then bitter sweet reality holds the pupil as if I was waiting for it since eternity. //Tears could speak more than smiles and scars reciprocate the intensity of love more than memories//
Walking down the high roads , all drenched in singing metaphors , she walks hand-in-hand with the words, that are already forgotten by the world, running her hands through the paint brushes, on the roadside shop , stops to the one with golden motifs, her polychrome eyes now search for colours, she kisses the rainbow paints , and takes blacks too, because she knows the dark sings more beautiful elegies, intoxicated in the lyrics, she returns to her cottage home, places the goods and chattels on the wooden floor , sipping her scorched coffee , she lays out a flawless canvas, stroking the bristles of the glossed brush, she thinks of a way to stain the white, winds are now smiling, swirling hard, but outside her window is warm, Dusk is round the corner , the sun bids farewell and the sky turns brown, her foundling hands tickles the canvas, as she applies on it , colours, one by one , in a bubble where she resides, she paints herself in poetries ,unsung.
Reading my random notes, It's been 4 am in the morning. I just heard a bird chirping near my window. A little It is thundering outside, A more inside me.
Empty cold roads, with just the noise of a heavy four wheeler passing by in a sudden rush who wants nothing that can stop him. Which is exactly the opposite of his fast passing scooty, from which the eyes always searches for a reason to slow by. In the silent slow city, only his heartbeat could add a chaos after seeing her standing nearby.
Just while thinking, i opened my eyes and saw through the window Lighting and the moan of the cloud, The drop falls, one after another. The black sky slowly fading and turning into blues The birds stops chirping, or maybe they were no more loud enough. The playlist on shuffle suddenly sings for me, (With some soft piano notes) "CITY OF STARS, ARE YOU SHINING JUST FOR ME, CITY OF STARS, THERE'S SO MUCH I CAN'T SEE". For a while i couldn't stop my heart from smiling My silent lips followed the lyrics,
It's love, Yes all we're looking for is love from someone else, A rush, A glance, A touch, A dance. I smiled there and continued, To look in somebody's eyes, To light up the skies, To open the world and send them reeling, A voice that says, i'll be here and you'll be alright. I don't know if i know, Just where i will go, "Cause all that i need is this crazy feeling" A rat-tat-tat on my heart, Think i want it to say, City of stars... Are you shining just for me...
In the end i only knew, I always loved sunrises more then sunsets, And He was singing with me along in this.
My eyes suddenly fell asleep, And the song repeated itself.
The child inside me full of curiosity Opening my eyes again to see The night is already much darker But I am counting the stars above and sound I am busy.
My mother asking me to sleep But my mind can't wait until I have counted each She sings for me a lullaby inspired by the moon And the melodies reach my ear very soon.
Every night I tried to count each star above in the sky Had a question in my heart why the moon is so high Where from he got such shining lights And why he leaves after every night.
The old lady spinning the wheel inside the moon Why can't I find her even in a full moon Questions buzzing around my head Left unanswered I go to bed.
Soon those fantasies I lost I grew older but moon still has its charm Picking those memories every night It glows my face much more bright.
Each of us have a memorable moments experienced of the fantasies related to the moon. They were all fascinating when we were small child All that love for moon is still embarked or is lost? It's some of the most memorable moments of life.