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Nov 28 · 32
The Drifting Muse
And you are the waves and I'm the bay,
Trying my best to make you stay,
I wrap my arms around you,
Yet you retreat without a clue,
I stretch them as much as I can,
Yet my grasp is never a 'ten',
I wish to keep you close and confined, Oh!! my rocks can never aline,
This pendulum of clock,
And my love for thy,
Your departure recites,
the melancholic sigh.
You are the muse that I never can write,
For I would keep you alive in eyes,
So that when I die,
I die with your sight.
(preserved in eyes).
Nov 27 · 36
Waves and the bay
Sometimes we are closer than ever,
And then we go far apart ,
Oh my heart!! It wrecks every hour,
when I can't throw you 'hi'
And  you leave addressing a bye.
I know this jealousy is not mine to keep,
Yet it dwell inside so deep ,
I wish to fight this distance we keep,
Yet another chaos and I'm at bleed,
I wish to keep these wreckage unseen,
Yet another day and I weep
With all the abience I dry and clean,
To deal with muse I meet on streets  
These silence like knife dug in streams,
Indelible museums, how hurt seeps,
And for my own sake I wish to sneak,
Sneak from present, and past ,
for it is the future that must last.
Nov 25 · 25
Open up
And love is something that never satisfied my soul,
Tempest of emotions, tornadoes of thoughts.

Futile are constellations you adore,
For it is not the magnetic world of alphabets,
But the realms of gold inside, eternal bond of warmth,
then is when affections of yours can replace agony, on cathedral, inside I behold.

Do not be in disguise, I won't mind!! Show me your craters, as if sipped wine.
Do not conceal your hot atoms,
let them bombard with passion.
Don't you bleed on fetter,
let real you grow wings and flutter.

Let me trace your demons and dejected face you hide,
Show me the depth, I'll measure the fathoms of salt, a suppressed tide.
The fossils which underneath your skin lies,
I'll show you then, what beauty they put out of sight.
Nov 10 · 64
Your absence
And how can I not miss thy presence, In such a delightful present,
When you are the ignition of candles, The warmth of festive events.

In sleek corner of the house,
Lies emptiness of your spouse,
Wishing we were at one place,
Instead of us sitting at miles haze.

On thread of indelible flowers,
Petals seem to have grown too far, Your absence make minutes feel like hours,
Makes me question the shooting star.

In melody of eve, your fragrance I
desire,
Smokes, the ashes residing in my lungs,
Without you, melancholy I respire. This is the heaviness and chunk,
your absence sings in a choir.
When our loved ones aren't home on festivals we miss their presence with faded zeal of the event.
Oct 2 · 42
Explore
To,

The one who has not explored the world, for the world inside is obscured.

step out of the door, leave it ajar,
let the wind blow in, don't be afraid of the scars. In the cathedral of yours, you are surrounded by loads,
burden of unseen thoughts,
a rope strangling your throat,
the monster who prowls,
explore the tactics to keep them under control.

In the yards of breeze, let yourself lose the keys,
Portals will bloom,
when you wander in lost fumes,
Breathe-in its zeal,
Let the smoke of woods accentuate the universe of self-exploring theme.

Listen to the winds, who ruminate & sing:-

"You, the tranquil blaze of the morning sun,
a dose of lively boisterous wine,
go,
explore the world,
create it with your own insights".
Aug 31 · 373
Emotions
Most Human emotions are either nurtured in a cradle of freedom
or in the cage of fear,
Hide from the claws of admonished anger,
Seek the warmth in cold December,
Bloom in the fragrance of ardent breeze ,
An emotion obscured for it is digging cave indeed,
Few are afraid to be prisoners of someone's cage,
This Virginia Woolf once in her quote engraved,
Few are servants, bleeding from the cathedral of usurper,
This emotion endures  in the name of hierarchical structure,
An emotion, as fluent dancer,
As if sipping the zesty elixir.
Bit of explanation -

An emotion obscured leaves a void inside.

Few emotions are born when we do not express ourselves due to fear of judgement,
We keep in check , hide it, and let it choke us for we fear our own image which others form in their head ( based on temporary act or encounter)
This Virginia Woolf beautifully expressed in her quote that says,”the eyes of others our prisons ;their thoughts our cages.”

Few are servants...
- This explains emotion when a person endures injustice and torture done by person who with this, usurped his rights( fundamental to be specific)
- They might be enduring due to post and position, power, or to save a relationship or in order not to hurt others etc etc.
Dancer
- Happy and lively emotions.
Aug 29 · 79
Untitled
And because I have waited for centuries I know the importance of punctuality,
and because all I ever craved for
was redamancy, I run away from the iridescent hue of life,
and because I embraced nuance so deeply I understand the
distance & lie,
yet I cannot accept this dismay which your absence, in me, forever will enlight.
Aug 29 · 1.4k
Enchanted lover
I doubt you enchanted me through your eyes,
or inebriated with love potion in disguise,
Was it your elan that hit my nerves
Or the conversation we had fermented into addictive wine,
Maybe you are the sorcerer, performing tricks on the heart of mine.
Aug 29 · 208
Solitude
As if I'm on a seashore of an island where no race of mine belongs,
away from farms of wilting tulips and prosaic's home.
Only elixir here beholds is solitude who bestow some care and let me bloom.

When on alien land I stumbled, drowned in seas of low self esteems,
It sailed my ship to epiphany ,
as if seeing reflection of phoenix inside of me.

This solitude is shells of untended breeze,
voyage of heart beyond its bleeds,
away from scars, safe at least,
building visage of brand new ship!!
Solitude is like silent uninhibited Iceland which is away from lands where hearts break (wilting tulips)  and where unromantic, dull, lifeless people live who due to their spiritless nature can not appreciate or approve the high and lively spirits of mine.
On this Iceland which basically represents isolation from others is a place where solitude is the only companion who care and love( in solitude we find ourselves and learn self love which eventually brings happiness)
Alien Land is where I wasn't comfortable, wasn't seen or  noticed, not appreciated, wasn't validated . So on alien land I broke down and lost self confidence , this lead me towards solitude.

When a person is in solitude he realises the importance of self satisfaction in whatever he do , that world can't see things the way he see them, (as they say," beauty lies in the eyes of beholder".) it is his confidence he needs .In solitude (here like a person) consoled me, and made me realise my worth and strengths.

This realisation fills a person with life with life and confidence. It rebuild ( and he rises from his ashes like pheonix).
This solitude is like shells of untended breeze - shells are beautiful remnants found on bay So here ,like shells found on abandoned bays we meet this solitude when we are abandoned, ignored etc etc .
And this solitude rebuild us in all the better ways.
Aug 29 · 184
Emptiness
This emptiness is strangely heavy,
Emptiness that burns inside out, Emptiness that echoes **** loud,
The vibrancy of which makes you frown,
Which, like a hole, pulls you down,
Emptiness which craves love, peace, paramount.

-lahar

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