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ishaan khandpur Mar 2018
I'm a conduit of your love,
A vessel for your heart,
A passageway to forever,
Until our next together.
ishaan khandpur Feb 2018
Perilously, pensively yet properly,
The good morning text left my phone,
Another day, another world of unhappiness,
The blue planet is taking itself too literally.

So sad, so sad is probably the happiest song I've heard in a while,
There's something to be said about mixing depressing lyrics with happy beats.
Like cherry flavored poison served as an Apéritif.

The sharp and blinding pain unlike any physical hurt, made to feel like a cadaver on a dissection table. It is getting hard to breath, the air seems to escape my lungs quicker than I can inhale.

Each morning, a painful wake filled with hopes and expectations shattered by the everyday diffidence of existence. Unread. Still. Unheard. His voice keeps falling to deaf ears.

Pain has become beautiful through poetry, through painting, through sculptures. But there is no beauty in this fear. There is no beauty in lost hope and lost love. Where is she?

An hour in a second. The clockstopper ruins my sleep. The insomniac and I are best friends. We talk about god as the devil's favorite white coat. I'm living lives death cannot seem to find. I beckon him, pleading yet the road lies undiscovered. There is darkness that even Hades fires cannot light.

I get up and pull on the face that I stole. I feel its alcohol ridden stench. It feels odd as I practice a smile within it. It seems familiar, I've seen it since birth. But its not mine. It belonged to a happier man.
ishaan khandpur Feb 2018
Walk with me,
On this moon-kissed night,
And I'll keep you safe,
Always.

My demon spoke,
As on my shoulder he rode,
Escape is just one life away
ishaan khandpur Feb 2018
That empty feel,
That grows inside.
The dying thought,
Of living each night.

The painful scream,
Of the morning light,
The awful moan,
Of the moonlit night.

The howling shriek,
Of the silent night.
It's all the music,
I dance to in life.

Loneliness is company,
My superhuman might.
Emptiness in meadows,
Where the sun never shines.

The mask of life,
Is all I know,
The borrowed smile,
My burden to hold.

Eternity keeps me awake,
Each and every night.
Tomorrow lies years away,
When monsters hide inside.
ishaan khandpur Feb 2018
The amber light,
In the darkened room.
A silhouette,
Of me and you.

As two dark shadows,
Synchronize,
In a dance of passion,
While the bodies lie.

The heated room,
Has come alive,
As the lovers swim,
Into the night divine.

The bodies shiver,
Into a tighter hug,
As the shadows quiver,
With the waltz of love.

Passion they say,
Never sleeps,
Love they know,
Is forever on its feet.

These two lovers,
Will never know,
As their bodies tire,
The souls never slow.
ishaan khandpur Feb 2018
A scratch from the thorn,
Of the ****** rose,
The price of love,
Isn't measured in gold.

An escape from the labyrinth,
Of lovers forgot,
Loneliness is release,
When death comes from the heart.
ishaan khandpur Feb 2018
I saw flowers of colours,
The names of which I didn't know,
I saw pretty girls,
Swooning over the black and the gold.

A painted beauty,
A premonition of joy,
The gleeful smiles,
The heartfilled cry.

The old and the new,
Married for happiness,
Married for two.
The happy ever after,
In the bride's changing room.
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