They say
Paris is the city of love
Apocalypse is the wrath of God
I say play your cards right
And get saved from both.

"Take me higher"
I ask my fate, yet knowing
I'm scared to fly and flutter
I'm scared to land and look further.
Scared, I'll start losing grasp over my foot.

Leaving behind the heart
Senses can't be apart
Let's make a home above there
I ask my fate
"Take me higher!" yet knowing
I might never come back ever.

Bear with me, I must warn you,
My thoughts are alone.
Traded a thousand for nothing,
With them and the unknown.

Left with nothing but a paper and a pen.
Let's just say,
Lucky are those who can afford to be in tears
Every now and again.

Within the realms of plausibility,
Us is none but the smoke of never lighted cigarette.
Oh! Hush now, deadly voices of morals
We can still pretend to be happy.

An exotic fragrance
An evergreen dream
A fire of desire
An aid while I scream

A touch of mystery
A feather of affection
A face of reality
A 'wow' for perfection

And alas!
A long wait with a lonely breeze
A tinted smile with the play of bewitchery
A half written story, and my smile would freeze
A moistened faith of countless escape
Is what gets best of me.

So consumed with desire
To write down whole of you
In the ink of love, imagination and freshness.

And then, feel you again
As warmth and memories.

A dire need of a fragment, a real you.
I promise it won't take long
Just the touch of the spirit to dream along.

Be it a dead silent dark night,
With the clock counting dead hour.

Or a walk through a chaotic lane
With the people busy in chitter-chatter.

My thoughts have completely been absorbed
By the warmth, and everything that is him.

My mind has gone wild.
It doesn't stop dreaming and thinking.

I wish I could post my senses to an eternal rest
Because it's beautiful and exhausting.
Gleeful and yet hurting.

We escaped the city of damp faiths
We walked hand in hand
Far away, leaving behind waves of unknown
Something like...
A journey of detached dreams

Vagrant souls, landed somewhere far from home
Where homes don't have lights of their own
Pouring the emotions to the sands sitting under the bright sun
We waited for the dusk, then the night.

Aspirations reached astronomical height
Clear and bright in the dark sky, creating definition.
As though projected by a designed searchlight

We realised before the dawn
Here, happy moments don't feel like a loan

Wishes of the unlived unknowns have unveiled
Promises made, and you and I
We will never, again, become prisoners of lifestyle.

We dwell in fear of climate change
And our society prepares for crimes

And if anyone was ever right
The big waves might wring out the worst in us
The wrath of the sun will demand all damaging apocalypse
and the earth may never bear fruit again

But it's the desire to not exist
a tormented raison d'être -
that's what will end us all one day.

Dreams and glories
Adventures and stories
Takes me to a fantasy roam.
Stumbled across a glittering treasured box,
And I lost my way back home.

The sense of non-belongingness,
And the lonely stare at the stars keeps me cold.
My soul has ties to the lies of society and beliefs, yet
I am made of dust and mist.
The romance of the unexplored universe is an adventure
Yet entire beauty is down here - in a lover's kiss

Oh, faith,
Do play a part in my life
I just want to reset and rest
The stars don't talk to me,
Until the sun rays warm my face.

Yet another heavenly soul to nimble
The waves of love and tenderness
Oh! My senses.
Aren't you weary?

Yet another time my dreams aren't mine
The dreams of blissfulness.
Hey, you distant soul!
Are you sedately mingling to me?

Yet again I'm in the island of yearning
Swirling around me is the sea of other things I pay no heed to.
Maybe I should touch the earth and dream more.
Now, as I touch it and desperately wish for the dreams to be true.

Yet again a foreign soul has been trying to merge into mine.
Digging the soft corner and rest for a time.

They say "Time passes so fast"
2018's November only means
2017's is now a past.

I have so much to say
About fears and insecurities,
Yet I'd rather scream into the void

I have so much to write
About the stubborn secrets that run so deep,
Yet I'd rather not burden anyone with

As much as it all overwhelms me,
Today, my heart is so empty
Devoid of everything that was ever me
And of that strangely familiar orchestrated harmony.

For a while now
I have been visiting the land of newborn grass.
They wouldn't lend me what I came for,
Told me it's yours.

But I met you, my friend.
So beautiful, so strong
So clueless yet so sure.

If you are the believer kind,
Pray to your God that
May I fear less and live more.

Finding you was a dream or crime?
I have only learned to love you as mine.

We meet up behind the broken window,
You tell me your day was rough and hollow.

Wish I could do anything to make it good.
Also, wish you could let down the hood.

You take out a knife and ask me for some blood.
Some? For you, I'd let it flood.

As my nerves lets the guard down
You take me in your arms
Just before the storm.

You fall to the ground, hold your stomach, and bawl
Placing the knife in my hand, you ask me not to trust you at all.

Would you be here if it were so easy?
Who lives? It's either you or me.


Your grip on my hand is so tight,  
You confess you are so scared for my life tonight.

I take your face on my palms and sigh,
I wish this was as easy as black and white.

Now, I have a decision to make.
Where's the ****** coin for God's sake?

I don't belong to the past, it's too revealing
I don't belong to the future, it's too overwhelming
And I tried to make sense with the present
I realised time doesn't claim me.

I will write you
The real you
In a different light

I will write you
Until you root for yourself
Until you find yourself
Until you realise you deserve the things you dreamt of
Until you realise you can dream more

They say that descended raindrops have their own stories
And even silence  in rhythm to create music
I thought those are just lies wrapped in prettiness,
Until one day the tired poet went to sleep fighting for words
And I dug up the old buried book looking for passion and truth.
...
..
.

Countless lives have thrived
Countless have gone by

But he, who never set foot on a dead man's land
How would he know
How pale mornings can be
How restless evening proves to be

How would he know about
Memories so tasteless
Love hopeless
Train of thoughts broken
Soul lonely & grief-stricken