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6.8k · Nov 2014
Rose
Aayush Rathod Nov 2014
Well,
Here I am and there you are,
And a counter between us.
Standing across it,
You ask me,
"What can I get you, Sir?"
And I tell you,
"A Caramel Latte."
But deep in the depths of my heart,
I wish I could say,
'All I ask for is your heart!'

I look at your Raven eyes!
The way they flicker
When you try to spell my name on the cup.
Shiny like a star, that a sailor follows
In a dark night,
They brighten my thoughts.

Rose
It read,
The tag on your breast.
So beautiful your name is,
But far beautiful you are!
Envied by a thousand blood roses
In the fields of elves.

Now I think to myself,
'How stupid I am,
to lose my heart over you?'

So beautiful you are,
That a million warriors
Would lay down their lives,
just to get a glance.
And The gods would create thunder when you weep,
And storm the galaxies when you're angry!

I savor the Coffee,
Knowing that it is made by your dusk hands.
They have now scribbled your name,
Like a tattoo,
on the pink walls of my heart,
permanent,
they shall stay there till the end of time.

Now that I leave,
I feel bleak, and blue, and grey.
and happy!
Knowing that I will see you again,
Perhaps tomorrow,
or day after.

And perhaps someday,
You shall wear me the ring of love
With the same glow in your soul,
And the same scent on your skin
You shall let my lips meet yours.
This is my first post, so be easy on me.
Suggestions are welcome.
I hope you guys like it. :)
2.7k · Apr 2015
Forgotten Romances
Aayush Rathod Apr 2015
Oh, I remember the forgotten romances,
And tragedies of times forgotten,
Unsaid-
When my dear loved one lies next to me.
And why I imagine you,
Not her.
And wish my angels,
For a truthful dream.
And why,
Do I miss you still,
When my dear loved one lies next to me...
Posting after quite a long time :)
I hope you like it.
1.0k · Oct 2015
Lonely and Weeping
Aayush Rathod Oct 2015
With misty eyes, I now sit in my room,
While the birds and the trees choir outside,
Bidding to ravish my soul with joy,
As I recall my past, or think about my future.

How cruel my life is,
To give me such a feeling-
That I love solitude,
But loathe loneliness?

The moments I live, I die,
And the moments that have died,
Live, and make me sad,
Make me cry.

And if ever was I to be happy,
When is it, Will it come?
Or will I lie still, in my room,
Alone and Weeping,
On these scented books,
Whose pages now feel like blades-
Bright and blinding?

And then what,
Will I die too,
The same way as I live,
Lonely and Weeping...
919 · Aug 2015
The Last...
Aayush Rathod Aug 2015
The harsh winds caressed her cheeks
As she stood there high up
With her heart beating like thunder
And chaos rising through her soul,
And though the streets shimmered-
Like the stars higher up above her,
Her eyes were shadowed, still in darkness
Of her own soul, and misery
And she stood there,
Anxiously awaiting her deliverance,
With no fear taunting her nerves.
And a voice whispered in her ear,
Quiet like the wind, serene, yet biting,
'Just one more step'
And opening her arms wide,
Holding on to her tears, she let go,
And she fell, fell, fell,
For hours through beautiful memories.
And like ocean waves, she now felt the wind
On her scarred skin, resisting her,
And now, for the first time,
She felt weightless, like a feather,
And as her cold face gave away a grin,
The hard concrete earth kissed her tender skin,
And she was gone, like the wind...

— The End —