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Sankalp Dharge May 2017
How blameless is that stone lying beneath the sky beside the shore
Sway of woe showering up to him
Indignity, nope
Kicked to the depth
By someone he cared about
Memories scintillating as he’s drowning down
The happiest laughs and the saddest tears screening up
He’s down, drowned in his mind
Heart trying to swim
Hope falling ill.
His heart was full of love
He loved her ton
For her it was only fun.
Love is more painful
Then a shot by a gun
Slowly setting was the sun.
He and the darkness
Gone astray
As the moon came in
His world was she, as he thought
Soon he learnt, it wasn’t her.
We live our lives
People live theirs
Prominently, we should be ours
Rather being someone else’s
Live every moment with the ones that truly cares
Not with the ones who give a ****.
Always remember
Loving is not easy, nor living
Like breathing
Keep doing.
Sankalp Dharge Jul 2017
Someone was calling me out.
“C’mon” it said.
“Who is it?” I said almost in reflex.
“This is the ray of light that’ll lead you out of darkness,”
Do everything today why leave it for another day it said,
Aloud wanting me to go out.
I recognized it was my inner voice burning in my mind,
To combust my life with flames of happiness.
I said why me?
It said it was in you even if you didn’t knew.
I could smell it as a hope; it was turning me to go.
It was something more than me,
All I can utter to myself was “LETS GO”.
Sankalp Dharge Nov 2017
Isn’t it startling?
The way you say things
Things about love
Deeper than the ocean
You surfed in.
Sankalp Dharge Jun 2017
The river has water,
I need wine.
Then I’ll be totally fine.
Can you be mine, can you be mine?
We will dance across the line.

Hold my hand,
See the world.
Be my side,
Be my world.

Can we live well?
Not in heaven, nor in hell.
Just you, I and the time
Can you be mine, can you be mine?
For the rest of my life.
Sankalp Dharge Jan 2020
Mother,
This unruffled wind
Stirred by a part of you
Wants to be held
Closer to mine
Back then in time
You’d hover through the wild
Just to see me smile
My mother, full of stories
Turned my childhood into precious memories.

Mother,
I was looking back, gazing these flowers outside my window
Recollecting, how you let me be who I wanted to be
You let me in your arms
And let me grow
I love you more
Then you could ever possibly know
My mother, my spring of joy
Even when my wings seem broken
She can make me fly.

Mother,
I hope to be like you
Unfolding these petals
Petals of kindness, unconditionally
From crimson dusk
To crimson dawn
Soft and vibrant
Honey and honest
My mother, gentle gardener
The loveliest flower of all.
Sankalp Dharge Jun 2017
The world is not petite,
The world is not a whole lot.
The world is I,
The world is you.
We beneath the blue appear like an ocean,
We flanking the blue appear like a sky.
For us, clouds in the ocean
Waves on the sky.
Sankalp Dharge May 2017
I rinse from my tears, when I got home
Don a black fur, coffee streaked on it, hours back
When we isolated from apiece, weeping
Reminiscences drizzling, cold and warm.

You came into vision, gloomed
My eyes were sealed
Whispering, the lot has altered
You and me, terminated.

In the vein of a tree
Whirling you and me
Slowly, sailing into the deep sea
Where float countless mystery.

Unsurpassed things are memories
Blissful among the alluring winds
Afraid among the moaning waves
Lashing and hammering through my wits.

Hope confers my heart
That mending is no less than an art
Love is the cure that slumps hate apart
Time and again, I wish I could go back to the start.
Sankalp Dharge Jan 2018
It was nightfall whilst I commenced
Howard and Sufjan resonated my head
Heart was thumping against my chest
Slightest of drizzle varied my eye
Psyche was sketching days to the fore.

Plunged dead to the world midnight
Came vigorous next to the first light
I felt the caring wind filled with bliss
Resembling a mother’s kiss
The western sky sparkled surpassing dawn.

I was drunk on the beauty of this world
The sea still, tranquil and cavernous
Ignoring the horror, it formerly heard
Shortly I glided forward and beyond

Draining my past behind...
I wrote this while travelling in Mumbai.
It was an amazing tour. This city never sleeps.
I feel nostalgic.

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