Monday, 25 July 2016

Open Book

She loved open books, because she was one.
She spoke like the letters of that novel,
which created a picture that felt like mine.
She looked like a picture of that color book
which had all the shades of emotions.

She never loved endings, so she always wrote new beginnings
She knew time is not hers, so she lived every moment whatever she got..
Her eyes searched people who loved open books and were ready to share..
Closed books scared her as they had given her scars,
they were the reasons of her nightmares and they took away seasons of stars.

But she had learned her ways, books helped.
She now choose the books to read, write and share.
The chapters that can be book marked and the chapters that can be skipped...
The chapters that can be closed to heart and the chapters that had to be torn apart...
The Chapters that meant adventure and the ones that meant just time-pass.

She is a happy reader now and a selective too.
She cries with emotions and laughs with imagination,
She jumps with curiosity and lives with life.
She will always love open books, as she will always be one.

Sunday, 13 December 2015

Really Loved this Poem .. So sharing :)

“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forever’s. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.

I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.

I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.”

- Clementine von Radics

Wednesday, 12 August 2015

Rider ..

From the shadows of the dark, 
He emerged riding a storm... 

He was in love with the Asphalt, 
Never together yet never apart...

Riding his ride like a hawk, 
he conquered the wind and my heart... 

He always celebrated broken bones and bloody knuckles, 
His scares and elbow patches always told me stories of his adventures of unseen lands... 
The sound of motor,
The wizz of wheels has now become part of my heartbeats like his...

Rider galloped in to unknown glory, with unknown destinations to conquer..

Thursday, 18 June 2015

For Me it'll always be you .. Samie

For me it'll always be you.

The Rainbow in the the storm, the silver lining on a cloudy day
The one for Midnight calls, the one for endless talks.
For me it'll always be you.

Someone who reads my eyes, someone who shakes my brain
The one who beats in my dreams, the one whom I long to meet
For me it'll always be you.

With you silence is the best language,
With you laughter is the color of the day,
With you time gets wings, with you my untold dreams come true
For me it'll always be you.

Never knew what a “soulmate” was, until you came and gave that word a meaning
For me it'll always be you, Alex to my Marty ..

Dedicated to @ispritualist :) 

Monday, 9 February 2015

Walking Down the Memory Lane..

I saw a girl walking down the corridor today, and a memory flashed in my mind. For a moment it felt like an illusion that instead of her it’s me walking down the lanes which I used to visit often in the olden days. Chocked for a while I came back and sat on my chair, but the thoughts never left. That's when I started walking down memory lane because I know I'll run into people who have left there. Isn't it funny how sometimes the people who gave the best memories become a memory? , maybe that's why we love walking down the memory lane so much.

As I walked on, I kept on bumping in to mirrors which were reflecting the different colors of my old existence some of which I had forgotten (or I think so I had) , some of which I know I have packed in corners of mind and so of which I still carry along. But I still remember it all, as they say “A girl, no matter how many times she denies it, she will always remember every detail, every moment, every piece of the memories you've left her. No matter how much she tries to forget, it will always be there.”

The happy part of walking down the memory lane is I love every bit of it, every shade of the rainbow its painted is my favorite. I am lucky to have lived it all, even though some of it was painful but it has taught me big lessons of life and made me who I am today. I never realized when I was living those moments; all of it happened so fast but today they are jewels whom I treasure. “Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment, until it becomes a memory.” ~ Dr. Seuss

Anyways a chapter of my life was revisited today and though some of those people have left my book but I still cherish them in my memories. “Somebody asked me if I knew you. A million memories flashed through my mind but I just smiled and said I used to.” They give me hiccups still and as they say “One day everything that hurts us will only be remembered by the good things, the great memories that will always make us smile.”

"Nothing brings to life again a forgotten memory like fragrance." - C Poindexter

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

I Wonder, What If !!

I see her shivering in the empty corner,
Is it the cold or lack of warmth in her I wonder !!

People said she always walks with droopy shoulders,
her spine is curved may be..
or may be she is carrying a bag of broken dreams I wonder !!

She has lost her memory, society calls her mad..
I wonder, what if she doesn't have anything worth remembering !!

She lacks maturity, behaves live a kid who never grew up "THEY SAY",
I wonder, what if she doesn't know how to fake it !!

Neighbors say she once used to rattle like a chatterbox,
now not a word she utters, she is depressed they say..
I wonder, what if she doesn't find them worth taking to anymore !!

They say her eyes are all dried, she never cries,
I wonder, what if she doesn't have anything worth crying for !!

Tears have value only if there is someone to wipe them,
else they are just water droplets rolling from eyes..
Hugs are only worth the love someone has for you,
Words only hold value of the feeling they convey...
I wonder, what if she has any of it left!!

Sunday, 24 August 2014

I'll be Silent..

How long should I bleed before I drain out...
How long should I scream before I am heard...

I guess the watch has already stopped ticking,
its the fake hope all along that I am living...

But there is a voice inside that says don't give up yet,
There might be a sunrise behind that gate..
But where to get the strength to push it,
when I am not able to lift my own eyelids..

The waves have died long back,
The World is yet to discover that, as it is not bothered yet...

But the little Birdie knows, time is near and it will soon disappear..
This time its not gonna cry, this time there won't be any shouts...
No anger tantrums, No pouts..
it'll be silent till the judgement day comes ...