Ayush B

Ayush B Jan 2016

You should know that you're beautiful,
You'd never say but you make it obvious,
You see I would too love to ask you out,
Take a walk and lie under the sky,
And when the moment comes kiss you goodnight.

But you know every piece of my story,
A faint, distant and fading memory,
In every single face I search those traces,
Every single perfume I find her fragrance,
On every single crack I trace her kisses,
Her words rhymes with every single note,
It's lacking her beauty; every place I go,
I have wounds now where she used to touch,
Deep, invisible, old and rust,
Her name in every single wish I now repeat,
Haven't talked to god ever since,
In a divine entity I no longer believe.

Half of my heart is the best I can ever do,
But for the other half is what I'd be living for,
You see I would too love to ask you out,
But in the process of trying to fix myself,
I'd be slowly damaging you.

#love #heartbreak

Ayush B Jan 2016

The Fire That Burned Everything

The fire that burned everything?

Every single thing I carefully amassed,
My diary of thoughts and poems,
Every song I wrote and my acoustic guitar,
The moments trapped in those photographs,
My cheap telescope my cosmic time machine,
My passport, doctor's note, my social security,
All those drugs I took to stay alive.

I burned my hands trying to extinguish,
Until those little snowflakes assisted,
The clouds of ashes took a while to subsidize,
After I lost everything; what I had I realized,
That beautiful ivory box that you loved,
Something very valuable was kept safe inside,
Only our handpicked set of memories survived.

#love #fire #memories #nostalgia

Ayush B Jan 2016

This Is Why I Write Poetry

When the night is cold; it's cold and numb,
Snowflakes they touch; they touch your skin,
You run to yourself; from yourself you run,
That's how solitude feels; solitude never felt like this.

Somehow I had to die; die to be reborn,
To find a map; a map of where I went,
Where the stars they shine; they shine brighter it seems,
Did this one thing; one thing it did for me.

To communicate the intensity; intensity of my inner world,
And be besides something; something I created,
This is why I write poetry; This is why I write poetry.

#poetry #solitude

Ayush B Jan 2016

High

Who is high enough to love her like this?
If it were that easy,
everyone would be high.

#love #high

Ayush B Jan 2016

The First Snowflake

Few people have heard the story,
Of the first snowflake to make the journey,
To hug and save the heating earth,

He travelled with wind for many miles,
To reach the ground he thought he missed,
He was dead as soon as they kissed.

#cold #snowflakes #winters

Ayush B Jan 2016

Just a Fascinating Thought

Forged in the furnace of stars,
That died a billion years ago,
We are remnants of those stars,
Staring back at ourselves,
Living on a floating piece of rock,
Around a giant ball of fire,
Casting a shadow on a white marble,
In nothing but infinity,
Thinking about our place in the universe,
And that thought is just fascinating

The intent is to make the reader wonder about how astonishingly the universe works. Something that helps me get up every morning. Thought it was worth sharing

#stars #universe

Ayush B Jan 2016

Lighters

A thousand wishes were sent to the stars,
Along with lighters in the sky.

#stars #wish #lighters