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adwait Dec 2018
THE ROOM , FILLED WITH THE SMOKE FROM THE FIREPLACE , IS COLD.
THE PUFF , LEAVING MY LIPS FROM MY PIPE TODAY , IS COLD.
THE FIRE IS STILL ALIVE , TO PROVIDE ALL THE WARMTH AND THAW OUT EMOTIONS ,
GENTLY BREATHING LIFE TO THESE DARK AND GLOOMY DAYS ,
BRING US BACK TO LIFE AND MAKE EVERYTHING GAY ,
BUT THE DOOR IS LOCKED ,
AND THE KEYS DANGLE IN YOUR HEART .
adwait Apr 2018
a pretext to the international audience..i am posting this as my rendition of the infamous tales of friendship turned love times...i tried to translate it into the universal language but it would fail to do justice . Yet if there is someone who would like to still understand what this will all be about ..message me and i shall give u the essence..happy reading :)


-----------dost ya zadda?----------------
ek ladka aur ladki kabhi dost nahi ** sakte,
keh gaye buzarg sab,nahi samajhti peedia
kis baat ka hai sharmana aab, par kaisi hai ye deewangi , jo dikhati mujhe pyaar aur tumhe dosti kitne kam samaye me hum kahan se kahan pohonch gaye , aur iss douran ham ek dusre ko kitna samajh gaye. tumhari bechaini samjhane ki , aur meri shiddat tumhe samajhne ki, chaand aata ,tehelta aur chala jata par hum na soote,jab log jaagte hum soote ,kya din the voh. in mukhauto ke peeche chupi jo asliat thi,jo unchui thi ,tum chu gaye , aur bass dil me bas gaye mahine guzar gaye aur kuch kehne ko dil chahta hai , par kya ye sahi rasta hai? kya ye mujhe aapne ghar pohoncha dega , ya banjara chod dega? najaane kab ye faisale aagay aur mujhe tumse door legaye jis dosti me aaj tak kuch nahi chipa ..aaj usme tijoria hai ... aaj usme gussa hai ,aag hai.. aaj isme gussa hai.
adwait Apr 2018
warm? YES
miserable? YES
joy? YES
a shoulder to cry on? YES
faith? YES
describable? NO
adwait Apr 2018
it happend too quick for me ,you left in a hurry and i left broken hearted,
only wish to turn back time to tell you how much i loved you,
cause babe it hurts to forget.
hurts to forget the first time our eyes met ,the first 'hi' and the first follow request,
hurts to forget the first message i sent and sitting hours on end for your reply.

how we stayed up late in the night trying to keep the light flickering and promising not to pass out,progressing from writing a book together to staying on calls with dead silence
,the fragility of emotions never taken care of,

after all this time , burnt all photos,washed all clothes but don't seem to get you off my body yet,cause babe it hurts to forget,
hurts to forget those starry nights,hurts to forget the kisses we never had and the perfect plans that never saw light.

still i stay , don't know why , hoping you'd come back , cause that's all we ever preached to never let go
all books lead to this the perfect time , the couple goals we set,
yet here i am with no reference to past and nothing to look forward to cause i lost all my time with you....and it ain't coming back
it hurts to forget ,hurts to forget the warmth we shared ,hurts to forget all the warmth we shared hurts to forget the silence of love,it hurts to forget
hurts to forget you babe
hurts to forget us :(
adwait Apr 2018
-------------------------------------------------TRUST-----------­-----------------------------------
                                                                        


fragile as it is dense
thick as it is thin
beauty as it is ugly
a bond so special it would be derogatory to call it anything else,it what its all about.

took me 9 months to gain her's
gone in seconds faster than air.
the tighter you grasp it the farther it goes

it takes time for it to grow
like a tree crossing maturity
but  winds of talks  knocks it down,
roots were to blame.

grows on you like a wolf in disguise,blooms like a rose but ****** to check its originality,
astonishing how money buys all pleasures yet this remains untouched and pure

intelligent at its best like a hawk,
dumb like a human
nuture it love ,grows into an expanse of pure serenity

internal doubts and egos bring it down and leave this purity fouled by stinksof the mastermind...


hard to accquire joy to keep
painful to doubt and excrutiating to leave
the godfather of any relation

TRUST

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