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ishaan khandpur Jul 2016
A man got lost in the thick of the city,
A forest of people or the walking trees,
He wandered around, for hours and days,
Yet couldn't find the moss to guide his ways.

He looked up at the stars,
Looking for direction,
But all he saw,
Was the light of delusion.

Our man was no hero,
Nor a person of the people.
He knew what he learned,
Through his own deductions.

No signboards guiding,
No hotspots lighting,
Just a lost sense of direction,
The type that leads to conclusion.

And through these lost days,
Did our anti-hero find,
His unpaved road,
His route home.
ishaan khandpur Jun 2016
You see that moon,
It's ours to conquer.
Through mystic battles,
With creatures undiscovered.

You'll swing the sword,
I'll pull the bow.
And together we'll find,
The stairway of gold.

So armor on,
And look up at the night,
While we may not be together,
We've got the moon in our eyes.
ishaan khandpur Jun 2016
She jumped from the sun,
And landed on the moon.
The galaxy her playground.

The celestial being,
The goddess of love,
His nightly worship star.

The universe too small,
She defied all its laws,
And shone too bright to see.

No man could touch,
Her perfect lay,
The dipper in the night.

And as he walked,
The same lost road,
To see her one more time.

He knew her love,
For him was naught,
For immortality was royal.

The pharaoh's love,
He braved to try,
As she sat with her kind.

But this love story,
With blood does end,
As he whispered a last goodnight.
ishaan khandpur May 2016
While playing hopscotch in the rain,
And evading puddly terrains,
A lava lake did appear,
That needed to be cleared.

With spewing monsters of soot,
The princess waited for you.
And through the mucky ways,
You make a grand escape.

Only to be taken over,
By a deep craves you couldn't cover.
The monsters won this round,
But only till the next rainfall of imagination does fall down.
ishaan khandpur May 2016
Down the yellow brick road,
I found a little-lost soul.
Who guided me down a rabbit hole.
To face a time before I met you.
And there in the darkness,
I saw his face,
The broken me,
The soul who's heart didn't yet beat.
  May 2016 ishaan khandpur
Divya Gaba
Honey, I can’t seem to find my heart.

Have you heard it throbbing somewhere lately?

“Yes”, he excitedly exclaimed.

“I put it in the washing machine this morning. It’s clean now.”
  May 2016 ishaan khandpur
Divya Gaba
How is it that your scared gets to be scarier than my scared?

Last time I checked,
We had an equal number of holes in our bodies to breathe love.
The sweat we made together reeked of the same insecurities.
Even the dreams we spoke so highly of, birthed from the same stories.

So, tell me then,
What is it that men like you do?
What is it that men like you eat?
A secret ingredient,
The Chinese peach of immortality perhaps?
Or is it elixir from the moon rabbit?

Did you say “Love”?
Oh look, we’re even now.
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