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Does it hurt?
Being only left with memories,
and not with the person..
Being left surrounded with someone's words in your ears..
Their absence in your life,
Now bring you tears..
Does it hurt?
Loving someone so hard..
You want to stop but you can't!
Getting attracted to someone's soul
Not with the particular part..
But with the whole..!
Does it hurt?
Being more than friends ,
But not exactly lovers..
Sharing a nameless bond ,
Just because of others.. !
The unrelenting fondness is not taking a pause...
Attraction is leading me to ignore all ur flaws..
It's definitely not like what it was...!
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Realized something unanticipated
Something out of blue
For me, which can't be true
And changed something in my mind for you!
When I metaphorized you with the moon
When I forgot the word exagerration
And fancied the truth
The truth which included the impact of ur eyes
The truth which even concealed all of my lies
And beautified the dark blue skies
With moon in it
Or shall I say with you in it!
But for a moment if you know you know!
Moon never had that gaze
Which somewhere only you own
But it possessed the phase
And so it was not ur eyes alone!
Which left me awake for days
Which made me fall for uh in all possible ways
It was ur voice probably
In addition to those scars
Around which i wish to draw stars
Also, those smirks on that manipulating face
And undoubtedly that gaze
with the sky experiencing haze
Always leaving me amaze!
Darling, I've fooled this world longer than you know
As it's not always better to show
that fiction never had impact on me
and so I decepted this world to be unable to see
but unwillingly, I'm addicted to 'that sea'
In which I'm summoned by your eyes
Knowing that consistency is the key
So I preferred using lies
To hide you from them
Just like the clouds guarding the moon
From getting an evil eye really soon
I hadn't mistook
That you are better than the one in any book
Not alone by the way you look
by the way you can even cook
But by your soul
Not with the particular part
but with the whole!
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I miss the days of mine
I miss the old me which used to shine
Like a star with unrelenting light
But now I love the darkness of night
That old excitement of occasions
That large happiness in little things
And the pride in all my possessions
Made me felt like I had wings
I miss myself while caring a lot
Though aspersion was only something which I got
And so i preferred to change
Which resulted in seeing everyone's behavior so strange
My new version is not the worse though
They might call it toxic
but the truth is something which only I know
Inspite of all besmirch, my actions are still slow
Contributing in controlling my rage from being able to grow
'Peace over drama'is not only my aim to show
But also my wish exists to throw
That classics which have hindered my dreams
That fear of revealing my screams
Is no more alive
Just because I chose to live and not only survive!
And also because I preferred change in order to live
Live in way far more than better to survive
Cause it's only one life to apologize and rise!
One life to establish that home also called paradise
And when tragedy of life comes near
It's one life to end with goodbyes!
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The world won't mind to wait for 'death' when it might be late
But complains to wait for the 'love'
Because what enough they got is hate
Explanation for the journey which made them wait
Just like the attorney, when their lover is late
Downpour of criticism again brought despair
The flood of memories taking a chair
"Knock knock" Sounded the door at my place
And I had to return from that nostalgic phase
Believing it could be any normal order I placed
Of any materialistic thing until an hour ago I chased
The senders address? and my heart raced
I wished it could be anyhow erased
Opened the seal and picked up the letter
Knowing that either it would be worst or maybe better
The same scent with the same ability to shatter
Alphabets dwindled and began to scatter
From the miles I moved on, moved back the miles to me the same
2 words, 8 letters and I crumbled to burn like a flame
"Dear Ziva" , After the ages it felt like my own name
From the miles 'The letter finally came'
"Isn't it too late?, what a matter of shame"
I avert those words from coming again
When, from the miles 'The letter finally came'
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And how easy was it to draw memories
But hard was to accept the fact
Of not being able to erase them
How easy was it to be embarrassed by silence
but hard was to accept the fact
that words are no longer able to react
How easy was it to fall in love
still, hard was to accept the fact
Of love always leaving a wrenching impact
How easy was it look in the eyes
But again.. Hard was to accept the fact
Of how looking can transform to drowning in them!
How easy was it to consider 'death' as tragedy of life
But hard was to accept the fact
Of never welcoming it with glory!
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Ohh dear Grandma!
I love your 'papadum'
I miss the time when you offered me to come
With you at the porch
When the sun had scorched
To help you to knead, roll and flip
The papadum which had a habit to slip
From those tiny little hands of mine
And so you told me to arrange them in a line
Ohh dear Grandma! I miss that time....
That time when..
When you sometimes got busy
I used to take a bite
Of that flavoursome dough in a way very quiet
Although it was not at all right
But I loved doing that when you were out of sight
Any other papadum couldn't compete the one which had ur hand's taste
Because on the theme of love and care it was based!
Maybe I'm missing getting admonished by you
Because I'm fed up being praised
Your words which were impeccably true
Are what always comes in my mind
when I miss the way how I was raised!
when I miss how I was always saved
from the rage of my Dad by you
your words which mentioned that "He loves me as if without me his sky isn't blue"
Yeah! Those words were impeccably true!
Ohh dear Grandma! Lot's of love to uhh!
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No days, such euphoric, as these!
Flashbacks passing through me, while I pass through that street
Wondering,to be scolded again, how it feels
Either the same sentiment of rage or the memory that heals
To live in remembrance of those school days, better it feels
No days, such memorable, as these!
Waking up was hard, dressing up was pain
Milk was must, mom asked "bournvita or plain?"
To learn so many things in that little brain
and to recite it when teacher called my name
On the day of a test, How I prayed to God it should rain!
Those school days, I wish I could experience again!
The heavy books filled inside the heavy bag
When the zip got broken, how I'd to drag
The colorful chalks, the board which was black
And how with those chalks, we used to attack!
As a drawback, The teacher shouted "WHAT THE HACK? "
Those school days, I wish I could go back
Completion of projects, when comes near, the completion of june
Wishing Good morning at the place of good afternoon
Eating with hands, after forgetting the spoon
Pretending stomach pain to avoid PT in sports room
To all those who are in school,
I wish your school days don't go very soon
To live in remembrance of those school days, better it feels
No days, such memorable, as these!
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Give me a false hope..
By saying it is still a dream..
In any language
Even you are allowed to scream
The smile which was not fake..
Even after making a mistake..
That widespread smile
The loads of joy..
Are now only left as rememberance
When despair was not allowed in entrance
I want you to say that
all what I'm facing now
Is a dream..
Shout, gasp or scream
But let me be in a dream
Let me be in a delusion..
Maybe full of confusion
But atleast it's better
Like former from latter
'A long lost good time'... I can't forget
When there was no regret..
Neither complains nor mistakes..
Were a part of my life
'Those days' which I'm missing now..
Praying for the 'present one' to be a dream
And when I wake up..
It would be again 'that time' which was lost somewhere
And 'those teachings of my elders'
'Those days' where I wished to let that time pass
In order to get older
and leave the category of being in a small class
And now when finally left..
Feels like I'm not anymore blessed!
In the hurricane of term called 'age'
Maybe I left my home which I felt like a cage..
Has left me at the stage..
Where I'm begging to be in a delusion
Want every moment which does not feels like part of 'those days'
to be a dream!!
Shout, gasp or scream..
But let me be in a dream!
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Staring at the ceiling in dark
Missing ur eyes full of spark..
Was ur eyes something in which I got lost..
I want ur gaze maybe at any cost
Swelled up eyes like the rasin in water
Almost drowned in the sea of melancholy
Am I still waiting for someone who can heal...
Someone who can see the things I have conceal..!
Past maybe heart wrenching..
But present is still here to feel alive
Eyes are the ocean in which all poets choose to dive
The one who dives completely in that ocean of eyes.
Would be the one to see the reason behind all those messy lies!
The mess is just like the moon that is still beautiful.. Even when its crescent...
In the end, its all about learning from past and living in present...!
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November gray, predator's prey
Spark of the day stretched away
The month of gloom
For so long....don't stay!
Though time would fly
Yet it's preferential
Cause August slipped away
And September as well
And so has gone the month of fall
But November isn't gonna be so small
Open to debate? Just wait and see y'all
Time would paralyze me
With no other option rather than to recall
Those words serpent and epoch of reticence
penetrated by reminiscence
avert glancing at that glance
exposing mirages of happiness to stay
As it was running away
Cause here it is....
November gray, predator's prey
The month of gloom
For so long....Don't Stay
Yet, futile all the prayers are
The month of gloom
Will Stay
Will Stay
Will Stay
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