By My Side

You and me,

A story formed,

But a story untold.

Woven with obscurity,

Woven with amour.

Woven unknowingly,

Woven to be shredded.

Into smithereens.

Would you breathe,

Knowing, the story we formed in our lost souls,

Would vanish before materialising?

Would you continue dreaming this story,

Knowing it will remain lost in your nothing box?

Would be you by my side,

Knowing I’d vanish too,

Like the story we wrote,

From every beat of our endearment,

A passion lost before found,

And turning to ashes before catching fire.

You and me,

we can breathe together yet far apart.

You’re turning into the ever burning flame of a stealth fire,

burning every cell, every soul of my soul,

Making me sway,

Like an afternoon of pure summer dream.

I can see the rainbow of our story,

Appearing in the midst of dense dark clouds,

Colouring our lives in the darkest of our nights,

And vanishing without leaving a tinge of color but a revived soul.

Stay by my side,

I don’t want to open my eyes yet,

To face the blinding light of a dead reality.

Hold my hand,

Before I materialise into thin air.

Before I forget to see the unseen colours,

In our ever forming ever lost untold story.

Can’t you see,

We’re the epitome of perfect dreams.

We’re there, peaceful,

Yet tearing each other away with our distance,

With our ever present yet never found devotion.

But just pure bliss of unsaid feelings,

Finding their home in our broken hearts,

Finding our souls,

Forming blind connections,

And keeping us blind towards them.

Inferno

As I close my eyes,

I can feel the fire burning,

When the flames rise,

I can feel my soul learning.

To stand amidst the blaze,

To feel the growing rage,

In my eyes you can see the glaze,

Like a new book with the glossy page.

Every time I turn to ash,

I rise again with the same light,

Of the inferno with the wildest flash,

Like the Phoenix to the world alight.

For I believe in standing fierce,

On the way of every hurdle,

Even when the sword pierces,

Never let down your girdle.

Stand mighty among the crowd,

Stand steady to make yourself proud,

Stand till your wounds thrive,

Stand till the day resurrection arrives.

And as you rise again from the dead,

Let your pain know you’re ahead,

Kill it with shame for it burns,

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It Is You And I

Our beloved Ruskin Bond once revealed to the world, the reality of time with such honest precision and clarity, which we still hesitate to accept,

It isn’t time that’s passing by, it is you and I.

Time is constantly moving yet its so subtlely still that we hardly notice. It’s so alarmingly perpetual and consistent that I’ve started believing it to be a devoted companion. It stays more unwaveringly than anybody else can ever stay. Because at the end, we all turn to dust while it watches us, beside us.

Hello there,

My subtle companion,

My watchful precarious friend.

You watched me bud,

In your presence I bloomed,

Will you caress me while I wither away to my end?

Hold my hand,

As I breathe in gulps of life,

While it deceives me every second.

Forgive us,

For defining you with boundaries,

That confine us, ones we can’t apprehend.

For erstwhile,

The horizons that are drawn,

You effortlessly did cross and bend.

Let me remind myself,

While I lay in quivering reality,

Allowing the naked truth to descend.

It is me, my beloved,

That dries while the sun still shines,

It is me, something you can never mend.

But as I’ll rise again in another realm,

I’ll remember you in my every word,

Of my beholden letters of gratitude that I’ll send.

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Black Eyed Susan

Can anyone ever find peace,

In this unworthy race?

Everyday I struggle to even breathe,

Struggle to straighten my face.

I look alive to you,

Happy and playful,

Vibrant with a fading hue,

Of a black eyed Susan so beautiful.

But slowly withering inside,

And dying like its dried petal.

The ghost of my pain resides,

Very much awake and hardly gentle.

Making a pile of my smithereens,

And burning them with its flame,

Only to bring me back to life,

Playing a ruthless cruel game.

If you find peace, let it know am yearning,

With every knock on my door,

Hoping to look into its face.

But finding rather despair, am turning

Into the darkness of my own shadow,

Towards the deepest void and my darkest phase.

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PS: I honestly did not intend to make it this darker or gloomier, but sometimes thats how I feel so I ended up writing it that way. Because we obviously pour our hearts out when we write. 🙂

Also, making a comeback to my blog now after such a long time and it feels superb. I hope you guys like my snippets here and I am more than glad to know your thoughts about them. 🙂

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