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We are two travelers on the same road
You are walking ahead of me
But I can see you there
I want to follow you
I hope you stop for a while
Look back and see me
And wait for me
So we can walk together
Walking with someone makes the journey comfortable.
 May 2015 Devashish Kumar
Kylia
She saw no stars,
no fiery orbs of heavenly light. 
She saw the twinkles in the sky,
glitter in the black pupils she knew of 
--shining shaded thoughts

She saw no moon,
no kind mister smiling silver.
She saw the faint crescent of a 
Shadowed smirk and raised brows
--she tried to forget

She saw no rainbows,
no bright colours, no *** of gold.
She saw how the sun loved 
the rain it was made to oppose, she saw
--a girl she used to know

She saw rivers but they were of tears,
And flowers but they wilted fast,
And fruits but all they did, was bind her to 
The hell that was her past.

She thought of how they all said:
It's okay, he can't get to you anymore, 
It's gonna be safe darling, he's not gonna escape,
You'll be fine, I promise. 
And she laughed a laugh that spoke of shattered promises and 
a scarred existence. 
They were wrong, she knew. 
He would never go away however much she bled, 
However much she sat on her bed and waited
For the darkness to come, but it never did.
So she bled--

Like how he had made her bleed once before.
Some demons of our past just can't be locked out at all.
What if I were to say that beauty in itself does not exist,

how can such diversity be fixed as one representation ?

The flower raises a different image to each eye that beholds it,

The moon a different face to whom it beams down on,

a pretty girls smile has greater value perhaps to its recipient,

a lowly ant at its work, one person's fascination,  another's recoil,

We shun the view of our face in the mirror, whilst others smile at its radiance,

The newly born child, more beautiful to its mother than all the wonders of the world, whilst others may only view a wrinkled, writhing, screaming devil,

So the paradigm is such that we cast not judgement on anyone or anything without first considering the perspective of such questioning.
 May 2015 Devashish Kumar
Carolin
What hurts you hurts
me. The pain you feel
tears my heart apart.
And i can't make it
stop. But i'll be by
your side my dearest
love. To watch over
you. To feed you. And
to kiss some of your
hurt away. I'll be by
your side to hold your
hand so you won't cry.
I'll be there for you no
matter what just like I
promised on the day I
said my wedding
vows ~
scars of a past I wanted nothing to do with
led me to handcuff myself
to a lampole for security.

I had reached my consensus.

I threw the keys to these cuffs
in mental portals where I thought
no one would dare to ever travel.

Many tried searching
but I intentionally
obstructed access
with deceptive rants of fear and caution.

By then
I was sure
that I had thoroughly built walls of security;
I was safe
...but who would've thought
my aesthetically intellectual design
had a weakness?

The enemy came just as they all did,
hoping to be let in...
but this one reacted differently when the ranting came;
I was now at a disadvantage
because I had no other alternatives for defense.

The enemy showed no care for my security;
It was attractive
And I succumbed while
Never forgetting my plan
Although it seemed my design was nugatory.

My mental lampole and cuffs,
gone.

I was left subjugated
at the feet of a queen
who carried an aura
with the most beautiful spectrum.

Like a bull snake,
promises of security
grappled my core,
draining it of all fear
leaving behind no traces
of deception.

Although defeated,
she still remains my enemy
because serendipity
never seems to stick around.
Random Thoughts - I know my poetry isn't as pellucid so you can just ask me what it's about or ask me to clarify anything that may not be understood.
 May 2015 Devashish Kumar
Carolin
First time I heard
his voice the sky
opened and rained
musical notes all
over gentle earth
causing it to give
birth to beautiful
melodies similar
to the ones angels
listen to in the
heavens above* ~
 May 2015 Devashish Kumar
Carolin
Take me to another
land. Take me to a
place where the water
is silver and the the
sun is frozen like snow
on pebble stones. Take
me to a place where
the sky is velvet and
the the sands are pure
as gold. We have to go
a thousand oceans
wide. We have to
find a way to survive.
We have to go without
asking the question
of why. To leave the
past behind. To never
look back and cry.
We have to go you
and I* ~
Half smiles leaving trails
Of simple wonder and childlike fantasies
Thought of in carefree days
Strained eyes, suppressed sighs
I see the concealed words in your faraway stares
Your mother and father
Handed you the life that was not your own
Making you a disbeliever of the fate you could have created

Your happiness took flight like a lonely bird
Leaving you with an empty cage to live in
Everything that you are, everything that you ever wanted to be
Are now winged hopes, flying in the horizons of lost dreams

The spark in your eyes tell a different story
From the praises that strangers throw upon you
They know you by face
But they never asked whether you are your dreams
It hurts me to look at my victories
The ones you have given at the palm of my small hands
With your selfless and strong love at the sacrifice of yourself
You are not everyone's hero, but you are mine

Your happiness took flight like a lonely bird
Leaving you with an empty cage to live in
Everything that you are, everything that you ever wanted to be
Are now winged hopes, flying in the horizons of lost dreams

Leave all your hurts to me
Pass on all your wishes to
The little girl who listened to all
The unheard dreams
The unfulfilled promises
Leave them be, let me be
The keeper of every winged hope in your wingless heart
To my inspiration for writing
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