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Loss of free time
Losing  that never was
Overthink
  Oct 2019 chitragupta
Em MacKenzie
I’ll bring you the moon
and the stars will come down for you tonight.
I hope that you will show up soon,
but I don’t see one trace of light.
I’m at dead end ruin,
I guess I should’ve made a right.
Bound to pop just like a balloon,
no need to apply strength or might.

So don’t try to stray
it will never be through,
you can’t run away,
she’s not done with you.

Climb out from the dark,
but take a break before you tire.
I thought that I did feel a spark
but realized that I’m on fire.
I’m ash; my body is an urn,
I beg to be spread and to be set free.
So blindingly bright you burn
but there’s no complaints from me.

So don’t try to stray,
it’s something you can’t do,
you can’t run away,
she’s not done with you.
Every night and day,
one thing rings true,
sidelined and kept at bay,
it’s just déjà vu.

You know I have nothing left to lose
but I’d still give all of my nothing over to you.
Out of options but there’s only one thing that I’d choose,
the only thing I know, but still a mystery lacking a clue.

Think of how beautiful life could be
and all of the colours that could come from grey.
Just take a single step towards me
and I’ll carry us both the rest of the way.

I won’t try to stray,
you know I’m stuck like glue,
I’ll never run away,
I’ll follow it through.
There’s nothing else to say,
one divided by two,
and come what may,
it’s all déjà vu.

I’ll keep my distance
but dream of you nightly.
But in this instance
you just shine so brightly.
chitragupta Oct 2019
यूं सोचता हूं में..
खुद से पूछता हूं में..

आखिर क्यूं आपको पुकारने की ख्वाहिश होती है?
क्यूं जगते रहें वो पहर जब दुनिया सोती है?

वोह लकीरें क्यूं मिटे भला, जो बुलंद कल थे?
नज़दीकियों के पल क्यूं खामोशियों में बदले?

आपकी नाराज़गी भी मिल जाए, हमें वे मंज़ूर है
मगर बर्दाश्त नहीं होता जो आप हमसे दूर है

इश्क़ में की हुई गुस्ताख़ी भला क्यूं ना माफ हो,
जब आशिकी में डूबते हुए के इरादे साफ हो
I think at times..
Question myself at times..

Why do I wish to call you?
Why do I keep awake at the hour when the world sleeps?

Why should these lines fade, that were so distinct yesterday?
Why have the moments of togetherness turned to those of silence?

If your only response to me would be fury, I would gladly accept it
But I cannot seem to endure this distance between us

Why cannot a fault made in love be forgiven,
if the one to blame had intentions that were honourable?


-x-

Pulled an old one from my diary, because I have so many unfinished ones now :(
  Oct 2019 chitragupta
bhu
Talks were talks
Sometime, somewhere, not somebody

A minute after, fondness
Reflection of my naivety

To come were moments of easily dismissible presumptions
Devoid of intrinsic rationality

Then the gush of apprehension
Soaking me with doubts about my sanity

A minute before irrevocable acceptance
Good to finally meet you, reality

Talks are talks now
Sometime, somewhere with somebody
chitragupta Sep 2019
आपको भुला पाने का इल्म हासिल हो जिससे
काश हमारे पास कोई ऐसी किताब होती
आपका नशा जो चढ़ा है, उसे भी फीका कर दे
काश हमारे पास कोई ऐसी शराब होती

आवाज़ आपकी जिससे टकराके ना गूंजे
काश हमारा दिल कोई ऐसा पहाड़ होता
के कातिल यादों से दिल को महफूज़ कर पाऊं
काश हमारे पास कोई ऐसा हथियार होता
Will add a translation later, sorry :(
chitragupta Aug 2019
नज़रों से, इशारों से हमें घायल करने वाली
कभी बातों से, मुलाकातों से मरहम तो लगा

हमारे दिल ओ जान में घर बसाने वाली
कभी अपने में भी दे हमें थोड़ी सी जगह?
Translation:
You, who would wound me by your eyes, your gestures!
Heal me with your words, heal me with your contact

You, who have built an empire amidst my heart-
Could you ever carve a little crevice for me in yours?
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