Creative and Contained word exploration
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… Continue reading Confluence of love | REPOST
Trembling with fear of losing him, she stares the lamp at the corner,and he stands to leave. As they walk in silence,nothing much, but smiles of love,accompanied, her eyes beseeches him to stay, and his charming eyes,filled with opportunities,of this blind world,never cares. Read the complete poem Here
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone, Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!
Two ends of a sphere, Me and my Heart. One lives with me, one lost to never found me again.
In the misery of pain, the hurt beliefs of life, never fought to forget, What was causing it.
"Heart whispers through the voices lost in silent winds of solace." "Never heard the Whispers of flowers, the stones remained stones." "In the lost tranquility, i still breath of unanimous trails towards peace." "Writing on leaves, the drops of fog, some poems of life, about smiling and blossoming, love in the eyes." "Written on her… Continue reading One-line Poetry
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.
कितने दूर है, न जाने कहाँ है, मेरी क़िस्मत के तराने, किस गफ़लत में गुम है । न कोई आस, न उम्मीद में है, वो दूर कहीं ख़ुद ख़ाक में गुम है । एक प्यास जो इधर लिए बैठा हूँ, जिस तड़प में मन हिरण बन फिरता है । क्यूँ रात भी… Continue reading क़िस्मत के तराने
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.
