Angelic….

At night,
Her eyes would lit
Like a million candles in it
Her scent blending with her aura
Creating a celestial vibe around her
Transmitting positivity
To anyone in her frequency

As she speaks,
Every letter would split up
And hit your ears in a rhythm
That’s makes u hooked up
With sound of her voice
Subtly piercing your soul
Breaking down barriers, you hold

She is like a magnet, to lost ones
No matter how hard
You try to escape
Or hide your disbelief’s
She has powers to breathe in
Your anxiety
And get u high
With numbness so addictive

She lets down her hair
In a way, forcing stars to
Question their sanity
Leaving them startled
Of how beautiful
Someone could be
As they crave, to rest inside her
Gifting virgin sky to lonely moon

She would sketch your shadow
With every scars inside you
Garnish in a way
Reflecting part of you,
That you never knew

She is that lost word,
Spinning inside your mind
That doesn’t want to spill out
She is a sum-up of all that feelings
That are yet to be discovered
By earthlings
She is a mystery, we all need

 

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A Wait – That made time give-up…..

Many seasons passed by
Sun and moon had
Risen and fallen a thousand times
She knew, she was waiting
Waiting for all the wrong reasons

Every day, as sun readies itself to set
She would stroll on a dusty road
Surrounded by meadows over grown
Wearing a Black gown sliding on the ground
Flying gently like a dry leaf in the air
Creating rhythmic waves
She would walk barefoot,
A black thread tied on her right leg
Her foot trails, beautiful
Like a pathway to her soul

She would stop on the same spot, every single day
Spot, where once promises were made
Closing her eyes, taking deep breath
She would time travel
Feel the same feelings again
Touch of his lips on her forehead
Sound of his voice, whispering promises
Goosebumps on her body, gracing like tidal waves
It would lit-up candle of hope
Only time, her wandering mind
Would find peace and remain at ease

Over the time, she had many followers
On-looker thought, she had lost it all
Some would say, that’s what true love is
Some would sympathize
As her waiting was never ending

One fine day, a lady couldn’t stop herself from asking
Why do you wait, every single day since ages?
Isn’t it painful?
She replied, “What would you do?
When your mind is ready to move on
But your soul is already married to someone you love?
It doesn’t matter, how broken your heart is
If you still believe in beauty of it
It means your love is true
And that’s all that matters

 

Maverick….

It feels we all are sleepwalking
Backwards on a thin string
With a blindfold
Carrying everything we cling

I see eyes full of hope, praying
Minds full of fear, preaching
People circling around
Looking skyward,
For someone to appear
May be with,
A white robe and a beard
Making their Worries disappear

Like million ants, they stand
Hoping for a stone to bless
And clear all their mess
I just wish,
They could hold hands
To fight against devils play
Instead of, joining hands to pray

Hoping is the easiest way it seems
In the time, when books for studies
Are killing dreams
Cracks in our thoughts
Are not to be filled
Our bad conscience has no more guilt

Its fashion to pretend
That’s the modern trend
Dare, walk against the tide
There are million hands that apprehend
Killing the spark before it begins

So all I got to say,
Life is ours, create it
Built it beautifully,
We have earned it
Spread love coz we miss it
Kiss goodbye to your troubles
Before its time to pop life’s bubble

Mundane …….

I have been taking count,
Of how I feel each day,
In this month of May

Walking the same path,
That leads back to home, the same way
Leaving my feeling hanging, on a back road
I have lost all counts,
Waiting for my feelings to decode

I have been building a wall on a wall
For so long, so hard to break through
I need to learn how to build a door,
But I have no clue, how to?

Everyone want something more
But I want everything a bit less
Which means less stress,
In this life fast paced

It’s difficult to open-up
To someone I want to
As I cope with something inside me
That causes a major hold-up

So I watch the moon, every night
To see how it fights
With seclusion around

But it seems, moon has given up
As it uses someone else’s light

In spite, losing a fight
it’s beautiful
How it stands alone
Inspire me to write
In a lonely sleepless night

Road Ahead ….

Illusion seems soothing
Reality feels confusing
Is a feeling, I feel
As I walk the wicked street
What’s amusing? Is a little something
Hitting my ears,
Like a sweet sound of wind
Oh! And that fear creeps in
Feels like a warning
Take a step back, it whispers
As I look around, it disappears
What should I do? Asks my hesitance
Keep moving on or take a step back?
Mystery ahead, seems to be lending something
A helping hand it seems
Trust me! It sings
Free you mind, be a wandering soul
Let’s stroll through the unknowns
Mount the mazy hill
Use your wits
To pass through those twists
And see for yourself, what’s in the end
A foe or a friend to be with

A Café story….

There was a guy sitting in a café
With an important agenda for the day
As it was clear in his anxious ways
Waiting for someone, more dearer
Seldom looking in his phone, maybe she was late
Took a deep breath to put a normal face
Helpless to stop his feet tapping
Eagerness in his eyes and moving lips
May be self-talking before he spill the beans
A waiter standing beside him with his reluctance
To ask third time, what would he like to eat?
A girl sitting on an adjacent bench
Her hair tied up with a pen
Hand on her head to rest
And other holding a book she read
Relishing the pleasant aroma of coffee steams
Hitting her nose like a soothing wind
With cross eyes and a smug smile
She saw his obvious curiousness
Took a tissue and wrote a note
As her hair felt down like a rain drop
Falling in a rhythm, covering her side face
As it was about time to solve this curious case
Handed over note to a waiter
Pointing towards the anxious guy
After a while,
Excited waiter with a proud smile
Gave her a thumbs up sign
She had a glance at him
As he was busy reading
Upon finishing
Held note on his chest with a relief
I guess Beans were spilled
As he looked around for her
There she was
With deep breath and smile on his face
He blinked
Tying her hair back up again with a pen
She winked