In my breaths,the dissolved ashes of your loveare left somewhere,it raises itself,and covers me in dust,when the known wind,with the smell of yours,blows. – Gautam Kumar
Writing on leaves, the drops of fogsome sublime poetries,of life & lies,burning and dying,true love in the eyes. Escaping from the arms of clouds,falling to the surface of grounds,it cools the heat all around. Scattered onto the soil,it asks for an another life.a life of time, for a lifetime,nothing it says, but denies.
Whimpers in the maze of tough thoughts,A life with lenity.A thought of seeking coincidence,With wondrous epiphany. A morning that seeks night,But couldn’t.A night that seeks dawn,But couldn’t. It stays within,And asks quietly,Whether you’re,what you areor not?? When not heard,It stays where it belongs,Like a snail in its shell.
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.
inside the heart,
asking for help,
stayed in him,
a thought of coincident.
वो जो इश्क़ में महसूस होती थी,
है कहीं जो जल रही है,
महसूस होती है ।।
अपनी अदालत में खड़ी होकर,
अपनी सजा की गुहार लगाती,
एक तड़प की तपिश भी,
महसूस होती है ।।
They make them pay,
for their dignity,
they looted them,
and they flunked their dignity.
Love of two, you came to life, Love of almighty and love of hopes, One love of two individuals, you are. Your hearts is love, you’re the love of your heart. This world loves you, with blessings, care and amenities it has. The trees, the roads, the house, your little room, loves you. The friends,Continue reading “You’re loved”
Happening to me, is the love of lone, a love with me, for me from me. Carried away with thoughts, creating a thousand times, deleting it several times. I keep what I like, eliminating the odds, joining the dots, creating it, of my own. Without any fear of losing, Without any hope of getting, HopelesslyContinue reading “A lone love”
Let it wash, the old memories, the hurts and pain, to blossom again, in the rain of love. A me in me, dying alone, let it soak, the mud again, make me alive, alive again, O’, rain of love.