Few drops of unattended thoughts, travel all the way from the clouds of imagination, not entertaining, but pertaining to something within, falls on dry hearts.
The love of yours, To the love of mine,
The affinity of heart-beats, To remain alive.
The eyes of yours, And the eyes of mine, Enough to see, The world of ourselves.
The arm of yours, To the arms of mine,
Enough to reside, For the whole of our lives.
The lip of yours, To the lips of mine,
A completeness, And cheers to the life.
Your trembling soul, To my closeness,
Your bowed eyes, And my yearning life,
Makes it adorn, The coveting soul of mine.
"Never heard the whispers of flowers, the stones remained stones."
The way she passed the bridge of my memory,
I lost my way out of the senses.
The lights of courage in me was diminished,
Flaunted by the winds of first love.
Her gaze of glitters stared at me,
Like she holds secrecy of wings,
A breath that dissolved in me,
felt like a fragrance of undiscovered life.
I hated being intimated my own thoughts,
But it does happen to me,
Like a life that was not the same ever since.
She could have seen me,
A glimpse of me to her,
Or a never-ending gaze,
Could be something there,
I must have done,
But that moment of love,
Is a love that loses to win.
Oh! When the heart flutters with the beats of love, it’s the most serene feeling in this universe. But what anyone can do when the love of your life is the reason for your existence, and is taken from you or betrays you. you couldn’t just put that love behind and move on,can you?
The love never dies and so does your feelings. If by any chance you’ve got to know that your love was not the one who betrayed you, but the destiny did, you want your lifeline to hold you when you count your last breaths.
Oh! This feeling!!!!! It takes my senses to another level….
Presenting you this piece of mine….to say the above in some woven words…
THE FORGIVEN BETRAYAL
Oh! The light of faith has gone
And the serene blindness in it,
Warmth of the hearts dulled
Have icy questions in it…
The silken thread of trust
Is somehow, broken,
And the feathery feelings
Are now, just a token…
The pious love never gets faded
Wails with the tears of betrayal,
And stands still on that trail
where the hearts met…
when the lost time flashes in the mind.
But flies in heaven,
When relives the moments;
Yes! Those one of a kind….
On the deathbed,
The last wish is to hold hands,
The warmth would return,
The cracks of heart would heal…
Peaceful smile on the lips
with the touch of beloved,
And the eyes would close,then
As everything’s now,forgiven….
We know the cascade of thoughts and their impacts on our life. Life is terrain, and we all walk through. Every time we breathe, after we’re born, the breathes dissolved in the air tells us to understand that we became one more breathe old. Standing for the first time in our lives, when we did that?? We can’t remember, neither we realize the raindrops which touched us for the first time. How beautiful experience that would be?? A natural shower?? Or mere drops of happiness and calmness?? We know for sure that experience would have been the most exciting. The sonorous smell of drops from the nature might have moved for the first time.
If we’ll observe a small child enjoying the rain we might find out. The small eyes, opening and closing to the weight of drops, the crazy idea of jumping to the small pool of water. The mud, which became so obsolete now, and was so fun in jumping onto them then. A lot of changes in life does brings maturity and the good taste of enjoyment becomes obsolete. However, there are times when we stand to miss those days and the petrichor seems to bring smile on our face. The innocence of smile isn’t common in people, is it??
If we look closely at ourselves, we became what we never supposed to. We stood right, if I may say, but there is a deep seriousness in ourselves, which we all have developed so that people will take us seriously. Seriously. There is a heap of pressure we all possess, and life sucks most of the time but if there is something you can do about it, certainly you can’t most of the time, you just anticipate. So, put a costless smile on your face. Not just to see people but to see ourselves. Observe the person, or a lost child within this structure of flesh and bones.
There isn’t anything wrong in “being me.” The child, what I mean is the same child you see in your oldest picture. We must remember him, because he is you. You can make yourself not to get away with careless approaches of world but your approach of finding newness in every opportunity is inevitable. So, observe the rain like you did for the first time in your life.
In midst of life,
In lies of the world,
In my craving thoughts,
I breathe of disguise,
I am not your worthy,
neither trust Worthy,
But I do love you.
For that reason,
Or for many reasons,
I blush at you, or
for silly jokes you have,
I might tell you some day,
Or may not tell you ever,
But I do love you.
There’re flowers I look at,
the same way I see you,
I smile for them,
I don’t touch them,
But I do love them.
The freshness I find in them,
I find in you.
For this reason,
maybe the only reason,
I do love you.
You know even if don’t,
I will continue loving you,
Like i’m standing
in the burning sun,
I feel no sun, but calmness,
For you’re standing,
in front of my eyes.
For the feel, no one does,
But I do.
For life no one have,
But I do.
In the pride of loving you I say,
I do love you.
In my breaths,– Gautam Kumar
the dissolved ashes of your love
are left somewhere,
it raises itself,
and covers me in dust,
when the known wind,
with the smell of yours,