You Know.

You know how they say 
The night is for the quiet 
The stars speak of solitude 
The sky is the canvass 
Of thoughts that traverse the mind

You know how they say 
Fingers entwined never part 
Hearts conjoined always last 
Little smiles are meant to stay 
Dreamy eyes tell a tale

You know how they say 
A hundred words fall short 
When the mind is a Happy mess 
Everything is perfect yet
Everything was left when you went 
Locking the little doors where you grew 
Oh how I wish I could fly 
To the land where I learned to smile 
Amidst the arms that first held me 
Because two worlds, one soul 
Oh foul treacherous destiny 
You know how they say 
One heart, two halves
One character, two tales 
One story, two lives 
One person, a million miles

The HOME.

Have you ever looked for a home?

And found yourself wondering

How would  the walls look like?

Would you paint the ceiling red

Or leave it white like the rest?

Will there be one extra window

To clear your mind

On stormy nights

Will you have tall walls

To help you when

claustrophobia hits you hard

Have you ever looked for a home

And found yourself wondering

If you will ever find one?

I’ve done all this and more

spent too many nights

Trying to find

That one home

Where I could be

Who I am and break free

Of every insecurity

Yet, it took me a long time

To know

Lover alone can make a home

No fancy walls,

No specific color

The heart that calls your name

Is the home you will crave to stay!

Picture credits: Quotes Codex

Sad.

Prompt: Broken heart and sadness: Beauty in half stories.

They say poetry makes you feel, but sad poetry gives you feel.

 

Tonight, I am not going to lie.

I am tired of pretending

Everything is alright.

When I know

Every day is just another 

Storm

Which won’t subside

I am tired of trying

So hard that my knuckles

Almost bleed

It is about time

I see the same things

That I refused to see

I sometimes get tired too

Of trying too hard

Of chasing so fast

I trip and cry

No shoulder to hold me up

No hands to soak the tears

Missed chances and half stories

Too many, one sided attempts

An array of broken promises

I see the eyes of the people I loved

I let the sadness envelop me in a hug

I sit on the cold bathroom floor

And strum every harsh word I never spoke 

Maybe, I needed to see

How long I’ve been walking along

The silhouette I thought to be you

Had left me in lanes I had long crossed

I sit down on the road I do not know

Some day again, we shall bump

Maybe, that time the places

We shall swap

You would wonder of the caring eyes

The once upon a time

But by then this heart will harden

And nothing more shall remain

Or there shall always be

But, you will like always fail to see.

Often in life, you need to be

Your own goddamn hero

Because promises break and so do people.

I am not standing up

Not again

Because there is a beauty in fallen things

And for once I want to feel

What beautiful feels like

No silhouette beside

No memories aside

Just this long night

Oh, Dangerous Words

Strum me the same old lullaby

Break the broken heart tonight. 

Tonight, I am not going to lie.

Let’s romance sadness tonight.

Much lovies,

Shade.

Hoping to alternate with a happy one soon.

 

 

Puppets.

So, it’s been ages since I penned a poem. sometime,s we really wait for the perfect inspiration to come along. This time, it came in the shape of the beautiful picture taken in the golden city, Jaisalmer. As much as I want to take credits for this beauty, this one belongs to dear friend Bhavya who is as blessed with words as he is with his photographs. Visit him at his blog here.

I really think we are nothing but puppets who simply plays the tunes, life has picked for us.

XXX

Inside her head
She plays various roles
She smiles bright
Even with darkness inside
We’re puppets playing
The game of life
She met too many souls
Inside her heart, she let them in
Yet a part was always kept
Locked within
She waited to meet
The one who would see
The insides of her heart
Could flowers grow in lands
That had been barren for long?
She wondered if there was more
To share and say
Or all her life, she would remain
Puppets playing
The game of life
Love touched her once
Poetry was stirred
Her words wed his words
Together they strummed
A chord so melodious
A flower finally bloomed
In the barren land
She let down her guard
Allowed someone inside
Was this too a game
Life often played
She wanted to believe
She wasn’t another puppet
Just playing her part
She wanted this to count
She wished it would last
She wondered if the stars
Would stay together or apart
A hundred questions in her fat eyes
Brimming with doubt, mystery inside!
She stares at the blue, endless sky
Contemplating what in her fate resides
The ones we love and the ones we leave
Stories that fulfil and the ones that stay incomplete
Are we all puppets
Playing the game of life?
Is everything predestined?
Is she fated to resign?
The poem comes to an end
But the show goes on
The puppet smiles
Because in the game of life
We do what is destined
Enveloped in tears and smiles
Her little heart breaks
As she is haunted by the goodbye
That shall one day break
This beautiful lullaby
We’re the puppets playing
The game of life!

Two-Gather!

In this era dominated by funky phones, stylish laptops and technology crazed world, I often feel that we have lost the true touch with nature. If somebody asked me, what real togetherness means, I would like you to sit with me along with a cup of smoking hot coffee and I shall pour my heart out.

Real togetherness means waking up in the morning to catch that perfect way the sun rises up and ends the darkness of the day.

Real togetherness means taking that occasional leave from office, calling up your long lost friends and taking that hike up the mountain so that you feel connected not just with your peeps but with nature.

Real togetherness means taking a break from your stressful schedule and planning a perfect romantic getaway with your partner and letting them know why they are the most beautiful thing to have happened in your life. Often, we get so busy with our work that we forget that life is so much more than one big fat paycheck. Sure, I love my six digit monthly salary but it took me a long time to realize that in my bid to pile more money, I was losing out on the real meaning of being together.

If you mean the promises you made, if you want friendship to stay, if you aspire that your love stays young, you need to go out more often. Don’t lock yourself up in that 4 x 4 cubicle and rely on those little texts and random calls. If you love someone, make an effort that matters. Write them a love letter and read it out loud in an open forest. Scream their names at the top of the cliff and watch the smile when their name reverberates in the open air.

Take your friends for a surprise vacation and enjoy the way they would hug you tight and say, “Man, this is what was really missing.” I am not asking you to abandon your work life, but being together is a lot more than chatting over a Whatsapp group! It takes two to tango and be willing to carve quality time.

Distance can be a cruel thing and sometimes you need to cut down the miles because being together is about entwining the fingers in each other’s hand and finding that perfect closure, about hugging the one person you would want to spend the rest of the life with, ruffling the hair and letting the wind play its magic.

Real togetherness is about making I and you as *us* 🙂

Watch this *aw* advert by Kissan to get a feel of what real togetherness is! Surely, Kissan hits us right in the feels! How would you define what togetherness means to you? Let me know your take!

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There’s something about

Bathroom floors

Long coats

Tear stained eyes

Lost smile

A forlorn diary

Unwritten journals

Incomplete lines

An uncertain face

Memories locked away

So easy to go

So hard to stay?

One Last Time

One Last Time

She wants to see

That big glimpse

Of how life feels

One Last Time

She wants to know

What it is

To be a dream

One Last Time

She wants time to freeze

So that she could live

In those cozy yesterdays

Where every damn thing

Was the way it should be

Where people smiled

And said what they meant

Where love blossomed like the 

Red roses strewn on barren trees

Where hearts fluttered

Because it felt so surreal

Where dreams left her smiling

Because she believed it would stay

Where promises were made

To be kept

Where every new dawn

Brought a bright new ray

Of happiness that promised

Too many tales

One Last Time

She wants to be

Where every damn person

Speaks their truth

Where every single poem

Bears a name

Where people are not defined

By numbers and figures

But the amount of love

Which that little heart holds

One Last Time

Let her live

Let her smile

Let her breathe

Let her love

Let her be

Let her go

From where she came

Take her away

To another place

Where love has its way

Where her tears won’t stay

Where she won’t sob

Because of a tomorrow

That hurts

One Last Time

Weave this wish

One Last Time

Sing to her

Before all she is

Becomes

All she was

One Last Time

Last Time

Time

Last

One.

Walk, O Dear

*When you’re away for too long, you come to know who cares enough to still stay. #Comeback post*

Walk a little, O Dear

Even when you are scared

To simply move.

Let the lonely roads

Speak out to you

Let those tall dark trees

Sing the same song,

Which the little heart

Always hummed.

Let the blowing breeze 

Complete the tale,

Which you have often 

Dreamed

On empty nights;

When you slept alone

Hugging the comfy pillows

That remained your only friend.

Walk, O Dear

Because you never know

Who would wait

At the next bend

To save you from 

The unwanted end!

You’re not done

The story will live

What was once yours

Shall always be

Walk, O Dear

And let the memories rise

Because it is just a matter of time

Until the darkness shall cease

And the sun will shine.

Walk, O’ Dear.

I am beside.

Always here.

Too far, yet near.

Old Lanes

Sometimes you just feel so mushy that you wish to lock the feelings before they slip away. It’s been ages since I wrote something but thankfully, life has been a bliss of late. Touchwood, I hope the good is here to stay.

Old days

Those moments

The little smiles

Unspoken words

Emotions inside

So much time

Keeps passing

How scared she was

Yesterday

Of how broken a tomorrow could be

Today, she silently smiles

At the beautiful present

She enjoys!

When the right person

Stands beside

Every wrong bids a goodbye

You don’t really need

A love that spans forever 

Sometimes, it’s little moments

You pick up every day

Those whimsical wishes

Which someone fulfils

Those little habits

Which someone picks

The cute fights

Which someone does

And you look back

And find

You dotted your diary

With hearts and love

A name can be subtly traced

Because every heart tells a tale

Live your love today

Forget about the winds of change

What begins will one day end

Let not the fear 

Wash away

The smile you

Could have worn today!

Draw the hearts

Color them up

Let memories be made

Yet again

So long, so good

Good it will stay

If not, remember; it once

Made you say

I Love The Story I’ve Lived

Some day again

You will finish

The tale, if it stayed incomplete

Rise in Love

Again.

Again.

Again.

Calendars.

Calendars.

They tell a story.

No?

Yes, I bet.

Every date tells

Things

That transpired

Moments get locked

In little numbers

Sometimes, you recall

The things that happened

You murmur to yourself

Wonder of things

Said, unsaid

Perhaps, one day again

The calendar will speak

Happily of the date

That called to you.

Whoever thought,

Poems were made of words

Never ever knew 

Sometimes, numbers spring magic

Because there are so many tales

Locked in one little calendar

The day you were born

The day you walked

The day you smiled

The day you cried

The day your heart loved

The day your heart broke

The day you left

The day you grew

Finite numbers

Infinite tales

Calendars.

They tell a story.

No?

Yes, I bet.

Too sharp a memory

Too vivid details

Every single moment

That happened before

She recalls with a smile

And let tears wet her eyes

So much has changed

So much remains

Regardless of the fate,

You can’t help 

But love a few dates

Yours to keep

Yours to stay

Even when things change

The memories, the date remains!

Calendars.

They tell a story.

No?

Yes, I bet.