"They say if you love someone, set them free. Does that mean you keep things to yourself even if their actions hurt you? What if TRUST looks dismantled? Would you still call it fencing - if you question their actions? Esoteric, isn't it? May be love exists only in theory.. atleast to those who have only suffered and have been left under the sky.", she thought. The dust of gloom was ready to penetrate her soul as she exhaled the last happy breath of love. The flowers blossomed in the rain while she crumpled like the petals of that dried flower which was everyone's favorite at some point.

No show of the stars tonight
For the moon insists to hide beneath
Those clouds have prepared a smoky sheath
To gaurd it's sorrow from being unfolded to the world
On this dreary night that child sighed a heap before falling asleep 
For it could not see it's only hope when it glided to that window tonight...

Those streaks of resistance bewildered her
Distracting her gaze from the perfections
Defining limits to euphoria
Mocking at her weaving so far..

Whatever, wherever, whenever
It will be forever
I am all ears
For even your childish thoughts and sinking tremors.

And she saw that big-large moon in her dream. It had a halo too; a shadow bigger than the actual big-large moon. Yes, it was that hour; some time of that night. It was the day in the night; so bright. All she did was, she stood there elated 😊

Haze..

There was, there was, there was so much to say;
Seldom did she speak and if a tiny bit...
There is, there is, there is a sparkling moon she seeks;
Always did it light her clouded mind and that all of it...
So she waits, waits for the day to fade to know the story's end..
This night-shine knows how'll the next dawn break-With the tears of Love or broken heart !

That it is..

Does he look at her but cannot see,
And he speaks but cannot glean?
For it may not be the matter of the head
What if it may be her heart that wishes to skip a beat?

They say that only a man of substance dares to dig so deep
And only an enduring heart has the courage to sing to someone's relief.
So, if it is important then he will know that to percolate his thoughts he needs a softer sheath
That it's only when the heart works, the head rests and the puzzle negotiate ends.

Faith, Belief, Trust!

I am so glad....you showed up like always, for my best!
I witnessed magic again and I can't thank you enough, like I always say :)

Beyond All yes and no
All right and wrong
Function a mystical chain
Crosses Over and Connects
That which speak
Of Volumes without Words
Forever it Binds
Stays and Shines..!

She never understood God's designs:'those clear skies suddenly intruded by giant-killing winds; that firm tread interrupted by shocking hearing; the beautiful firework eloping with the high tides; euphoria crushed enough till it dare say dysphoria'..
She never even intend to understand. Afterall, it's His world, so he chooses and so she takes...But all she wanted to remind Him today is that He also designed a 'fragile heart' - and she breaks-down!

Flare!

Clueless she moves around in search of her soul, On a quest seemingly unceasing.....
There was hope which was burning, Deep inside evidently unfaltering.....

Will she see again? Will she sketch again?

He found his way in her route and in the sands he lay like the brightest mirage
She was a wanderer with a dream, walked with a desire of halting at the last edge.
He knew it but still continued until she fell for his trick.
'It was so intense, it couldn't be an illusion', she thought.
She has been a traveler all the while on a quest-- to finally make it right..
'It is for her, it is true', she believed.

But could ever a palm hold those sand-grains. If at all, for how long?
She could try making her abode but it wouldn't settle.
Not for wind, Not for rain..
So those grains left her with only the traces of it's occurrence--once.
Was it just today or has she been like this since ages?
Such is sorrow-- imprints on the heart-bed or floats above, plaguing thoughts but it lingers...

She grieves..! The tears blinded her terribly and the heart told her- it has given up on creating visions....

I've been to places, I've traveled roads

But I found peace whenever I looked at you.
I've loved, many relation's I've made
But I got solace in your embrace.
I've learnt subjects, I've lived dreams
But I attained wisdom as ever I touched your feet.

They say that only change is persistent ,

I SAY THERE IS ONE THING CONSISTENT
THAT IS THE LOVE OF MAA AND PAPA :)

My #lovely parents -- life with you is existence and I will carry you in my arms till its entirety, I promise!

And then someday someone sweeps into your territory and surreptitiously your heart and mind involve..
then your eyes see him the way you have never seen anyone before and you know...
Its just meant to be "you and me" ♥♥

Fantasy!

On the #highest roof top, 

I wish to sit at the #highest rail today;

So I may have my time with the Moon,

Tell him that his friendship with me is a boon.

He knows of my secrets and the tides I have been through.

He's walked me out of the maze when I was clueless and blue.

I wish to see him today a little close;

Tell tales of how his friendship to me is a sweet medicinal dose.

He borrows the light from the gleaming Sun

Illuminates life-travelers crude run.

He is 'The Charmer' and 'The Love Messenger'

The 'Goddess of Love' shines on with him and stir.

He travels to keep up with his friends

Spreads light in the darkest hours.

And when he doesn't show up, lets the cloud cover him up;

He sacrifices his time to let the cloud weep for it's "True Love"!

I wish to stay up all night today and speak to him all the while.

No, it isn't the darkest night of my life

But I want to tell him that since my childhood he had the explanations to my inquisitiveness and that I'm still curious.

That no matter what, I have always known, he's there beside..

Oh Moon! I sometimes miss you in those vibrant dry-walls

I think about the way you show up each-day before I doze off

It raises my desire for a window above my bed, all the more

So always I could pass the darkness inside the beaming canopy of your tender love. 

(#Hoping)

As I talk to you today in the presence of a billion stars

A star may go shooting to guard my passion and grant me what I wish for. 

I'm LO-sing now..

Is there a soul who could touch my soul
Put, a smile on my lips and greet back.
I wonder if there's someone who sweep, me off my feet
Fast, beats my heart and I am loved back.

For I'm LO-sing now--
I feel un-inspired and (think) the, look is insipid
And if I'm not ta-ken back; that may be an end of it..

Could there be a feeling that stays for eternity
Down, to the chin my tears pass and each-time; I get a hug back
I muse on if I should be proud of who I am
Unthoughtful, context of my speech but someone still gets me through and pats my back.

For I'm LO-sing now--
I smell soggy and (think) I work as a demotivationalizer.
And I'm afraid If I'm not taken back; that could be an end of it..

For I'm LO-sing now--
I am all over the place, everywhere
I don't really see sunshine now and I can't hold on; I can't track my way back to it........


*commas are pauses.
*hum it in a melody..

A happy love or A withered love story..

She felt the chill and breathed warmth

They came so close and in that first kiss,he had her!

She knew of his mistress but then she loved him too

She knew it wont be hers- the love that her heart cultivated so easily

Like that magical sleep from those bedtime stories.

So she befriended him and wrapped her love under the blood sheets
Moments came in when she found it difficult to sustain herself

When that subdued craving rose like a tornado-Tossing the sanity and oozing out every ounce of unspoken love
Sometimes the sheets unfolded to reveal the arcs in her eyes

She was loosing herself to someone she should not...

She sat and thought about mysteries of life--

About the multiple encounter with the strangers and about those connections upon the dilation of pupil 

And in between a daunting experience, taking a toll through the racing of the heart leaving souls victimized!

Why is it so that Love is invincible but Peace is unreachable

That it's the Hope that is endurable but still People are resistant. And She sighed!

She constantly juggled between white and black

But she had learnt in the past that we have one life

She loved her human form, She had eternal faith in her God

And so she coded her love, put on a smile bright

She had a gift of lighting hearts, she knew how to make things right..

So she settled on grey and bartered the practical with the surreal..

She lived all moments that came by her side 

And made a pact with her god that she wont cross the practical after living- god's granted surreal times..

The going was good; it felt as if it is like forever.

Up until that day when she made a mistake and transverse the prohibited...

The pact was broken and so was she--- 

she was wrecked like a ship...smashed like a ball,,,,

penniless like poor...speechless like dumb

...soaked like a dying seed .still like a statue..

She fell like a shooting star...Hollow!

Paralysed--the whole body responds to the memory part of the brain..

she knew she was very ill..

she was suffering a heartbreak......

She shackled herself and turned a deaf

She wept and wept...kept to herself!

..........................................................................................................................................................

He loved her or he didn't 

He was never asked and never did he tell

They had something very intense

But they were different

and so were unpredictable

when he giggled, she thought he mocked

and when she adored, he thought it is just fine

When he spoke, she would shut her

and when he wanted her to speak, she spoke of emotions very weak

Quiet strangely they did not notice that behind their differences lay a similar soul

They hid their love in their laughter and words

They put their egos without a lid

They would fight and by turn would take their chance of solidifying

Both feared but never missed to kiss

And even after hundred days of aloofness, they would sync in a blink..

My pen is not finished yet...thoughts are bumping

But he-she for now are apart and not talking

So I leave it here...to see is it a happy love or an approaching end of a withered love story..?

Your Long Quest Ends -- discovering lifetime series to me, yet it is incomplete!

As I walked in, You were there, you sat with a zeroed expression and gave a stoned impression. You made me curious....
As you looked at me straight into the eyes; the sands of time unsettled an array of colors from the otherwise outwardly neat painted ground. You gave me shivers...

A little halt; then I moved towards you...

And your face bears strange resemblance to somebody very close I know and your eyes unraveled the mystery and spoke of bereavement.Oh! I could read it clear.
That sensational quiver proposed me many vague thoughts, seemingly formed by the brain imagery. But look here, a voice from my head croaked, he is not a stranger, he is the one from your dream. My eyes following instructions now saw the color hues, suggesting a strong connection between us as if you were just lost in time and finally u made it to me.

A long pause; then you said..

And when you spoke, the wind in your voice brought reminiscences of the love that existed, to carry away the mist and reveal the colors that existed, to hum the melody of our love songs.
Those flashes got me teary and I could picture us together, sketch mine hand in yours, speak about your love for me....all that we had, for why you traveled to me.

For a moment I looked away; your hand called me gently..

And as you touched, words were not needed any longer for your sentient heart commingled with the innocent eyes communicated to the energy- making the whole world aware of the wave of rush inside you, of the purity of our souls, of the love so lost, now here for you from the times to lift you up from your falls of the past, of the many lifetimes you spent in search. So I dreamt of you persistently coz you were for real. I was born for you and you were here for me.

As I walk out, the trance vaporize making my soul more aware that meeting you was not an accident, it was to be.You exist with me, always have and someday you will get it all. Let me draw the courage to show you the light of faith, trust and honor which you so beautifully did to me and to the universe in the language of ecstasy.

The Long Quest Ends - yet the canvas is only half painted and I am curious to know if you would be able to paint your part. And what colors would they be? Will you see me?

Your only chance.

Amidst the exasperating crowd, you find a soul bright
holding your ground, holding the 'red' of your belief.

Your heart is involved in here and so you feed your ego
as the tender heart makes you sway, making you weaker.

Weigh them both and if your heart wins, take the only chance
coz a second chance you may never have, may be you are losing all only on the edge of a pop.

Watering your memoir tree with your tears of sorrow, with the sigh of unspoken love
it is a mistake that you cannot undo, it is a crime that has perennial repercussions.

So be loud and be heard for once and as many times
until your love echoes with the same intensity and bequeath a lifetime endurance to you.

I say, "Pick up your chance!".

Light in Her dark

She knows about Him, about the fluorescent ray in Her dark
She wishes not for skies and stars
not Him as a bankroll or any material staff
for She is a poor girl, She has lost Her dear Heart
She finds in Him a mystical array of lights
slightly intimidated by His stare, mostly intrigued by the color hues
She dared to look into His eyes
for He locks Her, She transcends the darkest hours...