I notice that autumn is more
the season of the soul, than of nature.
- F Nietzsche
Sep 9, 2023
Sep 9, 2023 at 1:38 AM UTC
Dreams,
You wait,
for those stars,
One day,
they will fall.
The sky will light,
albeit for a brief moment,
When they do,
wishes come true,
You just wait,
they will all fall.
Poor stars,
each of them priceless.
Each of them,
falling for a dream.
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
We are, but stories - walking and talkin,
each one unique, each one gawkin,
Stories unheard and unseen,
waiting to be heard and waiting to be seen.
Saurabh.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC
Hey, don’t just remember my face,
Remember me,
Remember my soot black eyes,
And, in them - the reflection of your green eyes.
And don’t just remember my eyes,
Remember me,
Remember my touch,
The touch of my lips on your nose.
Don’t just remember my touch,
Remember me,
Remember my caress,
And the two of us melting together after a heated mess.
Don’t just remember my caress,
Remember me,
Remember my warmth,
And your cold feet feeding on it.
Heyii, don’t just remember my warmth,
Remember me,
Remember my smell,
Me cooking for you and the smell of ‘spices exotique’ on me, soaked.
Don’t just remember my smell,
Remember us,
Remember us, on the River Seine under the Tour Eiffel,
Where you and me, became a ‘We’.
Don’t just remember me,
Remember us; let it haunt your memories,
Remember that moment and every moment after that,
When dreamland was real, and being with you was what life meant.
Don’t just remember me,
My soot black eyes, my warmth or my caress,
Remember,
Remember you and me, Remember us.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
Tumble down, fall part, fragment,
Become the figment of the imagination,
that enchanted your dreams.
Create the spell,
Beautiful and powerful, like the whispers of Merlin
Torch that dark sky.
Scorch, blacken and smoulder,
Mold thou from the ashes,
The Fortune of a Moghul.
Hold your head high,
Become that figment of your imagination,
Jiggery pokery your spell;
Roar like a Dragon,
that wit and intelligence,
The world shall bow to you.
Saurabh.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 9:33 AM UTC
Peace and Prosperity,
Flowers and Food.
Those are the promises I make.
Spring & Fertility,
Laughter and Joy,
That is the future I promise.
I ask for 'Blood'
I have a never ending thirst.
War, fight and Battle,
is what folks call me.
I have promises to keep,
All I ask for is 'Blood'
I have a never ending thirst.
I can wipe out a race and bring equality,
Steal all that is mine - trust and fraternity.
I am 'War' and I have promises to keep.
Burn it all to the ashes,
No music, no cries.
Peace it is! I am War, I deliver my promises.
I ask for blood,
I have a never ending thirst.
Babies and Widows, is all that remains,
A land without men and ****
As good as it sounds, 'innocence' is what I claim.
Engulfing the little hands in the shade of long beautiful hairs,
Hatred is what I breed.
Future and Fertility - I keep my promises.
War is what I am,
I have a never ending thirst.
Caucasian, brown and black,
I will swallow them all,
there would be laughter all around,
HA HA HA,
mine, my laughter!
I AM WAR & I have promises to keep.
I ask for blood,
& I have a never ending thirst.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
A message
a message is all I waited for,
Empty, empty screens,
was all I got.
Saurabh.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
On the wheels, I whirl, I spin, I move
Clouds too whirl, then darkness spins
A lightning bolt, then the deafening sound,
Then it pours,
N the fire flies go dim
I dont amble, I dont whisk
Opening my hand, gawking above, I dont decline
Three winks! Drenched n detached from the me wrenching myself,
I wheel as "The Lance Armstrong"
Heavy pours invite a stroll
Cats and Dogs pouring down dismay Rats, ROFL!
Oust as Prince Zuko, I stroll
Surrendering myself to the Zephyr
Same trail but with ****** looks
Hypnotic green, drenched, raise me to the Oblivion
Shimmering in the distant are two dim lights
N I ***** like " The Supertramp"
Beginning of the ultimate inception, I touch
Extending my arms to the cries of sky
Dont know the destination of this alley
Trying to think what 'm anticipating
Though without any charge on my shoulders
Flickering in the near distant are two lights
I hike as " The Aron"
'm I tears, I dont know
Even the silence has sulked
Nothing's in my head
Green n Brown, Pink n Purple hues
Repose the folioles, within
Distant lights are passing by now
I stride as " The me"
To the Aisle,
where birds peep, cheep, chirp, quaver, tweet n warble
From the stroll to the stride
's a short walk of hues n blues
The fringes have passed by
Arena's clear n so 'm I.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
On the foggy window glass,
In the snow that raw,
My finger rubbed past the dew,
To catch a glimpse,
Of fog and benumbed,
Outside of the car window.
My eyes desire a little sunshine,
My skin, a little warmth.
Ears urge for her chirping,
Lips, the touch of hers,
Hands, a stroke in her hairs,
Body, to have a shadow besides hers.
The sun shined shyly over the meadows,
To hide back in clouds,
As if it kissed the snow - a good foggy day.
Conifers stand tall, covered in snow as if a white ghost,
Sailing with the wind, snow shifted -revealing a green arm,
Only to muddle the sleeping fox beneath.
Relishing in my state- haywired,
A smile played on her, if only, for an instant,
to leave me mortified.
My devotion for her- untouched.
Masked, my feelings rattled,
Green eyed- I explode.
Saurabh.
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC