“If words could ever be weapons, poems would be the nukes.”
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“Sometimes I feel stuck in an hour glass, stuck in between two similar yet alternate realities of which I form a part. Oscillating to and forth them two as my days go, I realize I have reached nowhere and still...I only hope. The world looks upon me as an important commodity, Well, I am just overrated, creative yet ridiculous, as I keep envisaging her in my reality. Like the sand in the hour glass, I never stop falling down, As soon as my all hits the bottom, the world flips me upside down.”
In a rainy life on a painful day you met me on a road.
Within a raging fire, under a bolt of lightning you caught my soul.
In a melting world building a snowman is of not much worth.
But I built one cause the hope you instilled, made those tears glitter like pearls
Born amid leeches, deceit is all I preached,
Leaves and roots were mere food, smiles hide sneering crooks is all they would teach
But you made me see a messenger in every rain drop, as it heard the whisper of every leaf, as it caressed down each and every one of them and gave life to its darling breathing beneath
Sweetheart what I wish to say is you made my life more than mere survival,
Soon your smile became my religion and your tears my Quran my bible.
They all had aims and goals, they all preached what they know, and reaped what was sown,
You took my heart and let it beat to the rhythm of yours
Holding your hand travelling down every street I am sure my body never felt so pure
You showed me that the timeless pursuit of their bubble, was the root of all my troubles
And then took hold of and shook and rescued me from mankind’s rubble.
You caught my lightning in a bottle, you let your caressing be the snowflakes to my rage.
The way you held onto me that night, I swear to god I got resurrected from my illicit fate.
Thus I wish to live romance every morning in your arms, sleep in the sweetness of your lips,
I wish to kiss you every night which comes down pouring turning these raindrops to mist which will disappear under the light of your affection, darling not a day has passed where you haven’t been missed.
You know the world is fucked when the tagline of a match finding website is 100 percent privacy…
Love…
Can I feel it? Yes.
Can I explain it? Perhaps never.
Does it feel good? Like I was lying blunt and intoxicated in a cushion of clouds.
Does it hurt? Like someone chiseled my heart with the sharpest spade.
Do I wish to let go? Not till I die.
Can I let it live inside me? She helps in keeping it alive.
Do I like talking to her? Her voices soothes me. She came into my dream, wearing a red dress; single piece, holding a candle, dripping in fear, I held her hand, and let my conscience be burnt by her fear, the darkness that extinguished candle left us in never felt so relieving.
Is this right? Only if she feels it.
Can this be wrong? Love is both a blessing and a sin.