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Mr X May 2014
Sometimes I think how different my life would've been,
If I knew all the truths.


It would have been worse...
Mr X Jun 2015
God is like the image of
The back of our eyelids.

Its always there
In front of the eyes,

But we cannot see it,
Due to the absence of light.
Bring light into your life and see what happens.
Mr X Jun 2014
The world sings its own songs...

Only if you choose to hear.
Mr X Sep 2015
Do it now.

Say it.
Feel it.
Express it.

Coz' tomorrow is far too uncertain.
Mr X Jul 2014
Know you've been wronged enough
When all your feelings become nothing more than just a few words.


~~~
Mr X Jun 2014
The people we really love
Do not have to be 'someone special'
Always...
Mr X Jul 2014
With tears in her eyes,
she told,
"I've loved a poet."
Mr X Sep 2018
I know your heart aches
When you see us, your lovers,
Wither away into the wind.

The White is your mourning shroud.
Your scars hurt from our footprints.
But it is your duty to shine.

So, shine my brilliance.
And take away the breath
Of the wild sea beneath.

Again.
Mr X Jun 2014
'Obsession' and 'Love'
Are two words,
Miles apart.
...
~
...
'Hate' and 'Love' are still closer!
Mr X Sep 2014
The memory of pain keeps coming back but the feeling has almost completely vanished.
Its strange that at times, I seem to want to cherish pain, but there is no pain anymore.
Nothing to cry for...nothing to feel for.
My life might attract many onlookers.
A life with no pain, a life with only smiles and laughter.
But let me warn you, its very difficult to attain such a life where you have escaped all fears of pain, all feelings of pain and all people causing the pain.  
Its not easy to reach a point where you can forget at will and remember only on command...
Its not easy...
Perhaps only when we get the whole share of our pain, we attain a state where we can switch on and switch off pain at will...
But believe me...
That's not something you'll want to have...
Mr X Jun 2014
When you are gone,
Its not your smile that I'll miss the most.
Nor is it your laughter.
I will not miss your rythmic voice
Nor will I miss your amazing speeches.

When you are gone,
I'll have all those video clippings
And all those unnecessary voice recordings to be my aid in your absence.

But hundreds and hundreds of clips
Filled to the brim with your laughter and voice, will never be able to take your place.
And that's because they'll all be a repetition.
They'll show me what my eyes have already seen.
Priceless moments...
They'll never be able to create them,
Like you did all the time
With your amazing mind.

However hard I am on myself.
The truth will always be that I'll miss you.
I'll definitely miss your heart which was your aid until this last day.
But what I'll miss the most, is your mind and your everlasting soul.
I'll miss them beyond words.
Mr X Jul 2014
Your voice is all I need
Your soul is all I need
Mr X May 2014
My friend...
You were my shade during the noons.
You were my umbrella during the monsoons.
You were my warm coffee during the chilly winters.
You were the cool breeze during the harsh summers.
I'll always remember you.

My friend...
You were the moon, who never leaves.
You were the sun who guided the petty little creatures like me.
You were the stars whose glimmer always amazed me.
You were the earth beneath my feet.
I'll always remember you.

My friend...
You were vast and endless like the sea.
You taught me to open my mind to your vastness and be free.
Your horizon taught me there is an end to the endless.
And your waters gave me a life so blessed.
I'll always remember you.

My friend...
You were a devine gift, from the great Lord himself.
But alas! gifts don't last long...
And over the years, they change
But the memories remain etched forever, and days after that.
My friend...I'll always remember you.
To a very very good friend who stood by my side always...
Its hard to find such people. They are like those rarest diamonds. If you ever find one, never lose that diamond. They are worth more than all the gold on this earth.
Mr X May 2014
I slept and dreamt that life was joy.
I awoke and saw that life was service.
I acted and behold, service was joy.
A quote by Rabindranath Tagore- noble laureate and one of the greatest legends in the field of literature...
His birthday is celebrated today all over Bengal according to the Bengali Calendar...
This post is just a form of tribute to the legend in my small way...
We'll always have something to learn from you Sir.
Mr X Jun 2014
I am Beauty.
People are awestruck at my flawless grace.
They love my unrealistic face.

I am Beauty.
Pride follows my heavenly stride.
And flowers grow on  my either side.

I am Beauty.
People easily find my body.
They rarely find the heart within.

I am Beauty.
Always more envied than loved.
More cursed than ever desired.

I am Beauty.
Never loved by even one.
But lusted for by all.

I am Beauty.
Not made to be loved.
But only to hear Passion's call.

I am Beauty.
Happiness rests in my body.
Sadness rests in my unquenchable soul.
Mr X Jan 2015
Sometimes you may feel out of place,
But that doesn't mean you
should stop exploring.
Become a nomad if your
surroundings don't suit you,
But **don't ever stop travelling.
Mr X Jun 2014
Be different.
Pity their sameness.
Mr X Oct 2014
Pain is such a beautiful thing...

It makes me realise Joy.
It gives me the pleasure of Relief.
And it teaches me the lesson of Strength...
Mr X Nov 2014
There's a pleasure in pain...
And most of it lies in not recognising that pleasure.
Mr X Nov 2014
I locked myself completely in myself.
.
.
And now it seems
I've forgotten the password....
Mr X May 2014
Pain has its pleasure.
Tears have a reason.
My sadness I deserve.
And suffering I must endure.
Mr X Jan 2015
Most beautiful and ugliest.
Most sacred and polluted.
So similar and contrastive.
So creative and destructive.

Filling up lives and emptying it.
Filling up places and abandoning it.

People...


They'll never really know how
beautiful they are.
Mr X Jul 2014
Its not about Destiny making a
choice.
Its all about our choice making a Destination.
Mr X Oct 2014
A poet's philosophy
Is what makes him immune
To the widespread disease
Of suffering and pain.

A man's philosophy
Is what makes him detach
From all attachments
To think only of gain.

A woman's philosophy
Is what makes her accept
And live with all
The ***** truths of men.

A child's philosophy
Is what makes it realise
That there's so much left to realise
Over and over again.
Mr X Jul 2014
The poets tell me to be free.
In this dark dark world,
The poets tell me to be free.

I listen to their wise words.
I listen to the clinging of the chains holding our worlds apart.

The poets tell me to be free.
In this bounded world,
The poets tell me to be free.

I decide to free myself.
And stretch the wings which were cut down by demons much before this day.

Still the poets tell me to be free.
In this painful world,
The poets tell me to be free.

I listen and I cry and tell them,
I have no means to be free.
The poets smile.

They give me their poems.
They give me their songs
They ask me to sing along.

The poets sing of freedom
In this free free world,
I sing of freedom.
Mr X Oct 2014
It rains diamonds on Saturn...
And there's no need of it there.

Here, we run in short of diamonds
And the desire for it never stops.
...
....

Maybe rarity adds a value.

Even to a piece of glittering rock!

Perhaps that's why we crave love so much...
It's rarity makes it so precious...
Mr X Sep 2015
Cross over.
To the world of the minds...

And you'll find,
This universe was made
For you...
...and you alone.

YOU are the story.
YOU are the reason.
You
...and you alone
Mr X Apr 2014

Human relations....
Two words, many meanings,
Two words and many feelings...
These two words were present in every corner of my life so far...
These two words were a part of me so far...and I really do hope they remain a part of me forever...
But even after being so deeply involved with these words for years,
I do not understand them...
I cannot explain them...
And that inability causes a sensation so strange,  
I keep musing, whether I should try again...
At times, I find myself so very drawn towards one person...
But as time passes things change...
Our paths change...
At times, I feel I can trust the whole world around
But then again,  things change and those feelings drown...
At times, I feel friends are a reality,
But then betrayal makes me discover the world's cruelty....
Sometimes I get detached...
When things don't click the right way...
I cannot explain it yet, coz I don't understand it yet...
Sometimes I go far away...
Away from people, away from friends....
Just to discover new ones perhaps...
I know, that's just not the way...
But that's the only way...
For a person who discovers a new 'himself' every time he meets a new face...
For a person who sees a new reflection in each face...
For a person whose heart is of a traveller's and whose eyes are those of a wanderer's...
Searching for new mirrors...

Mr X May 2015
I get betrayed a million times
And lose faith in everything that's called love or trust.

But poetry brings me back again
And makes me fall in love as many times as a new leaf takes the place of a dead one.

It makes me trust people again
And makes me realise the beauty of all words that can possibly exist.
I'm born a million times.
Mr X May 2014
Remember how you tried to burn me and reduce me to ruins?

••

The fire still persists,
And feeds on your cursed life.
Mr X Dec 2014
It so difficult to part from those
Who've given you so much...
But, at times, its the best thing
You can give them.
Its a law of life...separation.
And when we go our separate ways,
I hope you'll be able to console
Yourself by this law, this philosophy.
Just like I've been doing for years
With a stone on my heart.
Mr X Jul 2014
Your feelings are a bundle of sweet unspoken words.
And that silence,
Is better than a thousand words.
Mr X May 2014
You've broken my insides
And strengthened my outsides...
Mr X May 2014
When you did all the evil work,
And I tried raising my voice against it,
Why was it that everyone stood by your side
And deemed me evil?
Mr X May 2014
They love wrath.
They love mystery.
They love shadows.
They love darkness.

They ignore innocence.
They ignore kindness.
They ignore friendship.
They ignore love.

Why do they run behind darkness,
Leaving the light behind?
Why their souls, one cannot find?
Is it the adventure of darkness and mystery?
Or is it simply,.......an escape?
Mr X Aug 2014
I know its difficult to stop and let the rush in our lives take a halt for just a moment.

I know its equally difficult to stand out of our destined tracks and sit in one of those beautiful stations clouded and beautified by the fog in our own thoughts.

But believe me, to stop for just that one moment,  
Is  Beautiful.
Mr X May 2014
I always wanted to be a superhero when I was a kid!
Always had a childish craving for it.




Now,
I am a superhero...my superhero.
Saving and defending my ownself.
Coz' during the troubled times,
No one rescues...its just one being ...standing alone, against all odds.


I wish they had given me one chance,
Just one...



Not to be the hero...
Mr X Jan 2015
Many consider terrorism and religion to be synonymous, consciously or subconsciously...and I don't know exactly why.

But religion and terror were never the same and never will be. Religion is a way of life and an assumed path towards the great soul. Terrorism means cutting people off from that very path and the way of life.

I don't know much about any region coz' Mr. X never had any religion even though 'I' have one. But whatever I've come to know of religions, I've understood that religion is a beautiful experience in itself and every religion is intensely complex and extremely simple. Its a way of life which has its own faults and own benefits. And when you see from a different perspective altogether, like I do now, you'll see that all religions are one, just like every human on this planet. We're all the same and even our religions have so much in common that we often realise, we have just one common goal. To reach the Supreme. To reach what is unknown through this path of life. Thus according to logic, as we have the same goal, we must unite to reach it. But that's not how it works in this world.  Does it?
Maybe its because we have forgotten what Religion is or what we are looking for. We have forgotten God.
And yes, I do use the term 'God' even though I'm an 'all logic' person because even I believe that there's so much unknown out there, that only what is 'unknown' decides every aspect of this Universe. Only 'God' decides and only 'God' humbles us by this extreme expanse of the 'creations'.

The Muslims were never in fault neither were the Christians nor the Hindus. Not even any other religion which ever will be a part of human history can have any fault. It was just a group of people who infused terror in the minds of people from the very beginning and this will keep happening till the very end. Its a way of life you know.

I make this comparison here not because I believe subconsciously that these terms can be compared,  but because I see people mindlessly and heartlessly polluting noble routes which were once mapped by the noblest minds years ago. Yes, with time the routes must change but they'll never falter to lead us to where we want to go.

And amidst all this terror and chaos we just have to keep one thing in mind. Religion and terror were never the same and never will be. Don't revolt against religion or even make harsh comments against it, but revolt against terrorism. Revolt against the terrible brutality caused by a human against another human. Revolt against what YOU feel is wrong from the deepest corners of your heart. It's all up to you now. Do what is right. Revolt in your own way but do it right. Don't think of changing the world. Just change someone's mind.
Not a poem, just a thought. With regard and respect to all regions. Written keeping in mind the Charlie Hedbo disaster and all the brutality that's happened and will hopefully never occur again.
Mr X Mar 2015
Thank darkness
Because it shows you light.

Thank sadness
Because it shows you mirth.

Thank sickness
Because it shows you health.

Thank death
Because it shows you life.
Mr X May 2014
Oneday
We all will find someone
With whom we don't have to Pretend.
That one person will love us,
Exactly the way we are.
Mr X Apr 2014
My life is a book...
A book so strange, so deep...
Sometimes beyond my comprehension,
Sometimes completely on my disposition.
I keep turning the pages with a feeling that has been known for ages,
But yet is unknown...hope.
With each turn I find new characters and see the end of many...
With each turn I discover a new feeling and see the end of many. With each turn I lose & wid each turn I gain...
With each turn I laugh with a new pain..
Yes, such is the book...
Its pages are woven...not with fibres of the everlasting trees...
But with the transient beauties like love, laughter & memories.....
Few pages are scribbled & few are left blank...
I don't know what to do with them...
May be add on or maybe move on...
The scribbled & torn ones remind me of the blade which once pierced my heart...
The pain was deadly, fatal...yet, there seemed to be no death...
I still remember the pain..I still feel the pain...
It was like a sword slitting your veins...a dagger cutting your ribs & an axe chopping your bones...
Yet there was one difference...
The body was completely fine,
The soul underwent all the pain...
And so the ink, a part of the flowing soul, scribbled the pages hard...tearing it to pieces...
But still the book continued coz it was a tough one...
It still continues...knowing there maybe many swords & daggers ahead...but still brave it was to also know there will be smiles & beautiful bonds ahead...
The bonds which give us a strength called hope & their smiles which warm our heart on the whole...
None wants the end of dis book...
Yet one day it ends,
Leaving us all silent...
Mr X Apr 2014
She came and she went.
Like all others did...
With a smile so beautiful and deep.
A God's child she was,
Gleaming with joy and beauty.
Sparkling eyes and tousled hair,
A girl of eleven or twelve...
Touched the heart so beautifully.
I stared at her and felt my smile return.
She peeped into my car window
And looked deep into my eyes.
She made me see through her,
An innocent face and naughty eyes.
I tossed a coin at her and she returned a smile.
I gazed at her for a moment and watched her say goodbye.
Then she ran along with her playmates...
Lighting every corner of the streets.
I smiled at her dissapearing figure as long as I could....
But soon the road was left far behind.
My mind kept wondering....
Will she always be the girl of the street?
Will she too follow her destiny alone?
Then I became busy...
And left the girl behind again...
Afterall who cares for a girl of the street....
Mr X Aug 2014
Millions of masks on this earth,
Each so vivid and so beautiful.
Behind each resides a silent soul
With the deepest stories untold.

The masks get carried away with time,
But the souls remain,
forever the same.

They search for other masks and with it other stories.
And the stories get buried forever,
Leaving behind the greatest of its glories.
Mr X Sep 2014
Maybe there resides a phoenix in you...
Yes YOU,
You, who tried to cut the veins and paint your hands red,
You, who finally decided to just give up on your life.
Maybe inside you there rested a piece of hope,
A hope that tells that Death brings peace,
And giving up, solves all your humane problems....
Is it because of this hope or this phoenix,
That we ordinary humans often end up destroying ourselves...
Sometimes unknowingly,
And sometimes knowingly...like you did.

The truth has always been
From destruction comes life...
But you were never the phoenix you so much longed to be...
You were in fact, just another container for petting it's soul.
From your destruction, there'll never be a new life....
You've just ended up in planting the phoenix in our souls.
Mr X Jan 2015
Being born of kings
Doesn't mean you've got to be a king as well.
You can be much better or much worse.
Whatever seems good to you.

Its your life.
Live by your own wishes
And live it king sized...
Even if not as THE king.

Because

Not everyone wants to be the 'king' as the world defines it.
Sometimes they just want to be a king who can rule their own life.
Mr X Dec 2014
Its true.*

We live for eternity.
We all live even after death.
Forever and a day* after that.

And when I die
You'll still find me living.
In the trees and in the air.

In the mountains,
And in the waves on moist mud
Driven by the breath of Earth.

And after the world dies,
You'll find me in empty space.
Or perhaps near an asteroid.

And...after the universe dies,
I'll be either in a crammed cosmic egg
Or in a torn and still place.

Its not a promise of immortality
Not even anything about a soul.
(Because I don't know what is a soul
And thus can't express it through words)
But its a promise of eternity
Which shall never be broken.

Because its a promise we have made
To ourselves.
Mr X Oct 2014
Maybe we grow up when we realise
Beauty is not in the shimmering of lips or in the curve of the hips.

Maybe its when we realise
Beauty is a term used by the souls and the souls alone.

Its a term which transcends all our imaginations and yet, is so much in sync with it.

Maybe its when we realise
There's a lot more to Love than just
'loving'.
There's a lot more to give than just
'giving'.
There's a lot more to hope than just
'hoping'.
And this 'lot more' is called
'believing'.
Believing in a life,
Which is so much more larger than just 'another life'.
Mr X Jul 2014
is not always the right choice.
Mr X Jul 2014
The ones who get lost midway,
Are ultimately the ones who find a
NEW way out.
Mr X Sep 2015
The chaos of the storms,
Thunder and destruction,
Speak of a perfection so balanced,
That we often forget,
Perfection and imperfection
Were forever the same.
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