Hazy light, sunken eyes
Raspberry lips and cozy night
You were with me, you were warm
But the night was cold and
I was down
Rasp wasn't mine, neither the lips
Bitter sweets and broken dreams
I regret all that time I was so close to you yet never walked your way.
I regret not showing my love for you
But, mama you know, I loved you the most
I regret the blessings I didn't thank you for
Now you have gone but one day I will see you up there
Until then, wait a little more for me
I love you grandma.
You deliberately **** the love you have in your hand.
Are you that afraid of falling in love again?
I only wish I was the reason,
or I wish I was the only reason
for your happyness
but now I am dancing my cries away.
When I am not with you
I am without myself too !!
She has always been beautiful
I used to pretend to not fall for her
and used to just smile
because the words were never the right words to say
I couldn't speak up to her
all I could do was just wave her goodbye as she faded away.
I long to see you in that fairy dress again
I long to be electrocuted by your touch
I long to be washed under your breath
I long to be touched by your lips
I long to hold you in my arms
and dance under the moon
I long to be loved by your heart
How come you are the music
that both soothes me from inside
and break me into pieces?
How come the same music takes me to the paradise
and makes me cry there?
I am sick, tired and vexed
running from one corner to the next
let me go
break this wall
and let me explore the world
let me see the mountains, the lakes, the rivers
let me be who I want to be
do not engulf me inside this cage
let my dreams fly
let me fly
grant me freedom once and I will never cry.
I am a new-born
with wings so immature, they may torn
but I want to fly, wander off
into the clouds in and out
in the sky so close to sun
that I might get a burn
But I don't really care
here I am ready to dare
to make a flight off the earth
far-away to go and freedom to search.
The above poem may sound so bad rhymed. I do not know the best rhyming yet, but I am learning it little by little.
Love is knocking at his door
but the man, blinded, wanders off
to the unknowns
in search of worldly riches
a fool, unaware of what it really is
"go back home, love is knocking at your door"
you may hear 'em say "you are my queen" to twenty
worry, you shouldn't be
cause you are the only dream I love to see.
If I were to write a tale about you,
it would be called a fairy tale.
you are an ocean
with depth of miles and miles
and in those depths a paradise resides
a lovely embroidery world
with waves and tides
washes me away every time.
a perfect you and me has risen from
an imperfect you and an imperfect me
Maybe this is what they call love.
She is a reminder
all my prayers could not be answered.
girl, I am missing you
hadn't you taken my heart and with yours made it two?
but now why does it feel so alone and cold?
I am not that strong and bold, I break and cry
I can not be a distant star shining in my own light
I needed yours, but now I am a pitch black dark night
with no help to light me up
for no one to see,
an ocean of darkness I have become.
a lovely embroidery world, above the zenith
a world of smiles and laughter
all the fairies are singing songs of you
all the clouds are dancing in joy for you
far away a rainbow is painting the sky
with your colors
you and me in a world of love
you and me in love
you and me.
make my heart
skip a beat or two.
I fantasize my dreams
I imagine beautiful things
all happy and cheerful
I am scared
scared of what has gone
scared of what is here
scared of what's to come
I wake up with birds chirping,
Is it spring already?
NOOOOOO, I am freezing
The cold, it is still shivery.
It had been days since I got out of my room.
the world seemed so much beautiful.
I felt so much happiness.
you must think I am insane
and blabbering just anything
but once listen to the silence as I do
you will know it's there
you will know that
The night is not really quiet
we only assume it's quiet
and go to sleep with our ears closed tight
under the blanket
indifference to the calling of
the silence of night.
when I snuggle deep inside the furry blanket
my feet do not get any warmer.
I keep them out.
They are better cold outside than
the one you wish to be there with you
be there with you
Holding you in his arms
warm and comfy night
it would be
you would sleep well
without any nightmares
a peaceful night in years
You would have a good night sleep.
I wish he be there.
I have not seen your face
I don't know your name
I don't know where you live
you have many unknowns
I feel like I know you
We are two strangers
we are like two people who have been friends for years.
What does it mean?
You and me, cuddling together.
I want to experience it
I want to feel you
I want to hold you in my arms
see if its the nicest thing in the world.
Jan 1 is not that far now
I have tons of works to do
I am indifference to
the tik tok tik tok of the clock on the wall.
I am wasting my time on you
I am loving it.
When two people love
The whole world shall pause.
when one person love another
and the reciprocity is not true
he or she (me) is the only one who pauses
I walked and walked and walked
And I call this 'my city walk'
I saw buildings
BIG ones touching the SKY
small ones small as my own height
I saw EMBASSIES
I even saw the HOUSE where president lives.
Oh, I forgot
I saw hospitals too; they were so tiny, you could miss them easily
I saw people
A LOT OF
walking their own walks of life
ahhh some were running too
They had their own LIVES
others' were no concern for them
And I was watching them unfold their LIVES
I was concerned for them, but I was not
I had my own BIG LIFE to live
Today on DEC 24
I walked and walked and walked
I call this 'my city walk'.
Today, I was just walking on the streets of Maharajgunj, kathmandu with no destination in my mind. Its the tale of my day. Hope you like it.
Words show hope.
Words show despair.
Words show love.
Words show hate.
Words show life.
Words even show death.
May be I will drink a peg of whiskey
not remember you
May be I will drink a peg of whiskey
I am so sad that I can't even write something.
And the worst part:
I don't even know why I am sad.
I am a memory device,
this device does not accept any files
without an extension '.YOU'.
you loved the rain.
I had thought you would still enjoy it.
But you were craving for
Spring and Sunshine,
I... I... I... never knew.
An autumn leaf falls from the tree only to be crushed.
Here, I have become that autumn leaf.
And I am falling for you.
Isn't that so romantic and beautiful?
You are a gardener, dear.
And I am destined to be crushed and swept away.
I miss being young.
When I had everything I ever wanted.
I saw a stranger, today,
With the eyes same as mine.
Beaming rays of both Hope and Disparity.
One half of him believed,
The sun will rise and shine
brighter than yesterday.
Other half was skeptical.
It was dark.
As dark as the future it sees.
There was a war; a ferocious one between his two halves.
Which will continue for hundred years, I know.
He was same as me, troubled and fed-up.
Hope or Disparity,
He no longer cared about the victor that will emerge.
He was not the stranger I saw a minute ago.
He was me.
Life is all about memories you make with people.
You have to be remembered to be alive.
If you are forgotten,
even when you are inhaling O2 and exhaling CO2,
You are gone.
The memories must live for you to live.
So, be alive.
How can you be both ice and fire?
Is that even possible?
"Her eyes and words are so icy."
Hozier's 'cherry wine' on loop,
and everything around me seems
so much beautiful.
Yeah, may be.
we all are messes of our lives.
Always adding more and more of them
into a vessel called life.
Dear, creating and being a mess is living a life.
Life would be way too much
if it wasn't a mess.
There was a world in my phone
but its gone.
Its where you lived
In many forms:
pictures, videos, boomerangs and many more
Never seen by anyone
not to be seen by anyone
You were a living soul inside an inanimate thing.
And you had a constant visitor.
Every other picture in the gallery envied you.
You always stole their visitor.
The phone is gone.
The gallery is gone.
You are gone.
and the ones who envied you are gone too.
I lost all of you,
when I lost my phone.
You left no remnants.
Not even a single trace
to find you now.
you are lost
and I am lost too.
I perish or I thrive.
It is something I should decide.
But why are you the one deciding my fate?
My life: Its been folded, twisted
and coiled in circles and circles since I met you.
Its no longer under my control.
You are the one on the driver's seat.
You drive me through heaven
and sometimes, hell too.
You make me shine one day,
and another day
You pour rain and zap thunder clouds over my head.
its a paradise
and another day,
its all pain and sufferings.
Yet, I feel so drawn towards you.
I can not swerve away from you.
I pace up sometimes; its true
but only to move ahead and wait for you again.
The cycle repeats.
I move in circles and circles around you.
It feels like eternities have passed, but
I don't feel like resting and catching a breath.
I want this cycle to continue forever.
If not forever, then a little longer.
Some more loops around you, and
I may be contented with YOU.
— The End —