Poets are liars
Hiding what we mean to say
Between lines you were never meant to read.
Poets are cowards
Twisting painful truths
Behind beautiful words and sly contradiction.
Poets are fools
Who yearn to scream their secrets
And still have them go unseen.
I am a liar, a coward, a fool
I'd write a million and one poems
Before I'd tell you the truth.
I am the moon chasing the sun,
I am the stars hiding in your light.
I am the crack in concrete walls,
I am the love a poet hides from sight.
I am the moon caught in orbit,
I am the night that chases sunset,
I am the bow that Cupid strung,
I am the bell never to be rung.
I am the moon ever secret,
I am the blush spreading unbidden.
I am the question, the regret,
I am the only thing kept hidden.
I am the moon,
and I am sorry.
You're my dearest friend,
Always there in the end.
You're a thousand universes,
I couldn't capture in a million verses.
You're the thing I can't erase,
The feelings I'm too scared to face.
You're the strength I never had,
Standing strong when things go bad.
You're the love inside my chest,
The secret I've kept the best.
You are my reason
To face each bitter season.
You're my closest of friends,
That's how the story ends.
You are so much more to me,
But that's all I'll ever be.
He's a blinding light in vanta black
He's a decision you can't take back
He's the universe and an ocean
He is stillness and he is motion.
He is strong and he is broken
He's every word left unspoken
He's the smell of sage and fire
He is honest, I'm a liar
It is ongiing..Its in the spiritual places, its
On the living of a viable life, its on your freedom.? Its on your thought pattern, on
Your movement, its always been so' yet now its more visible, all is being revealed.'
Leading to a push to cut back regular
access, the Bible once was under lock and key, its always been like this, information control by some.? Do we
Wish to enlist? And fight our indivudual self.' Also do we recognise the scenery.?
There is a particular kind of hunger
That learns to live without being fed.
And perhaps the cruelest mercy:
Even the compass bends towards the star it cannot touch,
And mine has never learned another north.
So I let the longing stay,
Knowing I was never meant to find my way out
From wandering beneath the same unreachable sky,
For I feared
That home, once found would wrench the way to you.
Main tod leti agar tu gulab hota ??
Main arpan kar deti khudko ,
aagar tu mera hota ??
Jo sath rehena ka wada kiya tha tune, kash woh nibha diya hota??
Kash woh sache pyar ka dekha ,
thoda oor kar diya hota ?
Tera jane ke baad jo tu aapne yaad chod gaya ,
kash woh aapne sath le gaya hota ??
Aagar us din tu mujhe yu chhodke na gaya hota,
toh aaj mera hat tera hato main hota??
Aaj bhi aagar koi tujh jesa dekh jata hai mujhe ,
toh may sochti hu ki kash woh tu hota ??
Main aaj bhi tera galat shikwe bhula du
aagar tu mera pass wapas aaya hota ??
Oceans continue to wave
or do they adhere to duty
obviously everything stopped
on the day I saw your beauty.
Or am I illusioned
of my soft pain, hard longing
on the sin called belonging.
Howdy white rabbit have you seen
The summer sky today
The vastness of the blue and green
In shadowless array?
Or you’ve been busy all the time
Just for the habit of
Being busy, cause it suits you fine
You schedule must be tough
Although you’ve nothing else to do
But hear my hello
You are forgotten, aren’t you?
Don’t worry, start the show
Of coming late to some address
Where you were not invited
It is both sweetly meaningless
And seriously one-sided..
I will plunge my hands into the deep brown earth
To pluck the wild, velvet flowers,
And wait for you to teach me how to bind them—
An art I only want to learn from you.
I’ll lay them upon your hair, a quiet crowning,
Claiming you as the sovereign of my world,
And though I’ll never tell you the burning reason why,
My eyes will say it all.
I’ll watch you climb toward the sky,
And steal a thousand pictures of your joy,
Until the bark makes your palms tremble
And you fall back into the waiting grass.
I will tumble down beside you,
So my hands, too, carry the sting of the wood,
Both of us marked by the same adventure,
Your arms lifting me as we fall together.
When you press your lips to my forehead,
My cheek, my nose, or my hands,
I will hold my breath,
Pretending it’s just a casual thing you do,
Even when my heart tells me
It’s the only holy thing I know.
You saw yourself fade
Stuck in the midst of it all
Yet you still continued
Got stabbed with a blade
Got played like a ball
On your knees you fell
You knew it was hell
Yet you still continued
You failed to say your weakest Goodbye
Because you were promised Dubai
Placed your bet on illusions
Instead of performing ablutions
And bidding farewell to all the pain, insults and being taken for granted
Wisdom is many sided...
For choices to be decided...
Wisdom knows when it is time to begin
And knows when it is time to end.
Wisdom understands the path to take
And understands the path to forsake.
Wisdom knows the heart can believe
And knows the heart can deceive.
Wisdom is many sided...
For choices to be decided...
In my eyes you're the greatest poem
one could write,
a newborn star shining bright.
Through the galaxy,
through time.
A person's love,
it is to be called mine.
If only it wouldn't be a lie
to call you mine.
If only there could be us,
not you and I.
I think this one-sided crush
will fade like the waves in the ocean—
loud when they reach the shore,
but forgotten as they fall back into silence.
He loved her
like the last day of autumn —
knowing she'd leave,
but holding on
as if his hands could change the season.
She wasn’t just a chapter —
she was the entire book
he never finished,
because he kept rereading
the parts where she smiled.
He built a world around her absence,
talked to her like she still listened
in the silence of 3 a.m. walls,
replied to old messages
just to feel alive in the ruins.
But to her,
he was a moment —
a page she turned
without reading twice,
a sentence that never made her pause.
He broke quietly,
in places she never looked.
While she moved on,
light-footed,
as if his love was never heavy enough to hold her.
He was waiting
in the story she left behind.
And she —
she never looked back
to see if it ended.
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