In myriads of colors ,
My color is grey,
The shade such a contrast between light and dark ,
Calming yet chaotic
Yes , my color is grey,
A color to view the world that has been led astray,
Shade to shift in between white and black,
A shade to fill what they lack,
Grey to fill the void in your broken life,
When you are not sure of whether to survive,
Yet you strive to thrive,
In this callous world , on your own with your shallow pride,
What will be the colour of your soul?
Where will would you hide and crawl ?
Pray tell me , where would you show true colors of yours ?
The colour you are and the one you are supposed to be,
What's the difference?
And where is the reverence?
Between the colours you are and you want to be,
In myriads of colors you can be a rainbow,
A spectrum of colors....
In myriads of colors my color is grey....
And I hope you won't be led astray..
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She loves poetry and songs,
Yet she fell in love with a man with no communication skills,
He was a man of few words,
Introvert as you call it, with curiousity inbound,
He loved her from his heart and soul,
For she was his all,
But all she needed a few words of praise, and two words of comfort as per say,
He was a good listener that's all she used to say ,
Little did she knew, that for him she was the beautiful poetry,
The proses and lyrics to light up his entire universe,
All he knew how to love beyond his all ,
For all he knew how to love her silently , in his own language of love,
Giving her the books to show his love,
Unbeknownst to him , All she wanted was to hear him talk his heart out,
Weary and tired , she fell prey to her own stray thoughts,
And all he knew to love with no bounds,
A man of few words and a beating heart with no sound,
No one asked , no one cared to notice the small things he would do express his love,
For communication has to be two way round ,
No one tried to to teach him expression of love through words,
And this she fell out of love,
Love perished and the love of his life vanished from the life of a men of few words...
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What do you think about lying in between black and white,
Between what's wrong and right?
Traversing between multiple stages of life
Would you be grey?
Grey to avoid the light and to escape the dark,
Would you be strong enough to survive?
For not everyone needs saving ,
For not everyone is brave enough to dwell in between lines,
Would you stay in there planning to escape by slightest efforts,
Would you chase the tides or hide away
To avoid drowning?
Would you give your all?
Or think ahead with mind to escape from the yet another heartbreak.
It's quite alright , For not everyone is up for healing.
And falling in love at the same time.
Not everyone needs a saving grace in their lives.-
What are you thinking about while looking at vast blue sky ?
Are you thinking of the lush green meadows that you left behind?
Or you are dreaming of the colorful birds, those once flew in sky?
Let me hold on to your thoughts for now,
Let me be in your mind,
Do you want to dream of gleaming sun ,
Which is hidden behind the clouds
Or you see your past self in mirror of rain shrouds,
Can you cook up the story and turn it into a tale?
A tale of a world so new to you and I ..
Where no haters of humanity resides,
Where humanity is in abundance,
Where people like us are prevalent,
Where emotions do matters,
Where dreams are not broken..
Where the broken heart finds its safest place to hide.
Will you tell this tale ?
For world to see ..
Or will you hide it in the darkest place of your mind.-
There is a swamp radiating the inner workings of my mind, the more I let them in the more they are trapped within it.
The thoughts they come and they go as they please , as if they are the relatives of my mind and this small swamp attracts them like bee. Once they are trapped , they are stuck forever..yes half of them are forgotten oftentimes but few of them have a permanent home there. These few are most crucial ones , gnawing at my soul, my innermost consciousness and my mind.. constantly trying to get out of this swamp, never giving in like how us human keep struggling to keep a dream alive. Gurgling , taking in the bleakness and still trying to get out . The more they try the more I squash them towards that swamp, where they won't be able to breathe in my conscience.. won't be able to exist and lay forgotten. Swamp in my mind is a way to escape the rougish thoughts, those who are rebellious enough, those who wants to fight for their place within my mind. Wish
That swamp will turn into a lake, where dreams won't drown.
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I see beautiful people walking down the street,
With beautiful smiles and making memories,
Walking down the road with the talks of the town,
Greeting passerbys like old friends to me,
Watching them from my old window sill,
My mind drifts back to you and I,
Glistening smiles and melodious laughs,
You are on my mind , soul and heart,
Walking down the street on cold lonely nights,
Haunted by the memories of my past,
Glancing at the moonlight and the shadow it cast,
My thoughts travels to you and,
Of our beautiful past.
Writing the song into poetry,
Reminiscing about us and,
About the beautiful people walking down the street,
Telling a story to everyone they meet.-
The whispers in my head are not colluding with the world,
I am ready to give my all in love,
Just take my hand and stand above,
When you are ready to affirm a lifetime with me,
Giving our dreams and hopes a reality to be in,
When I can be your only priority,
Giving me the time I so desperately wish to have,
When the only thing I wish for is your love,
When the life is not so complicated,
Where truths are not fabricated,
I'll come back to you my love,
For I was never gone,
For I was lost and waiting to be found.
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Our paths crossed,
You were a mystery to me until,
You bared your soul,
Delved into unknown waters with you till,
My heart let my feelings for you crawl,
Souls entwined as one,
Curiosity satiated , as we lay naked on floor,
Baring our all and pouring love,
Into the floorboards of our heart, mind and soul,
Just to be strangers once again,
To let you go...-
बरसात
थक गई हूं,
मैं बाट जोहते जोहते,
राह रोके रोके,
इस उम्मीद में बैठे की कभी तो अंधेरी रात,
रोशनी लाएगी , कभी तो मेरी आस रास लाएगी,
इस बार नई सुबह मेरे गहन विचारों को एक विराम दे जायेगी,
और इसी सुबह के साथ तुम्हारा आना होगा,
इस खामोशी में फिर मधुर आवाज आएगी,
तुम्हारे आने की भीनी महक भी संग लाएगी,
न जाने कब बरसात आएगी,
मेरे गहन प्रेम को साथ लाएगी।-
Inspired by restzone quote
बंद यादों का दरवाजा
और उसपे जमी बरसों की धूल,
अंदर झांकोगे तो पुस्तकालय सा प्रतीत होगा,
या सिनेमा घर जैसा दिखेगा ये यादों का संग्रहालय,
कहीं कोने में मिलेगी तुम्हे यादें पुरानी,
बचपन और लड़कपन की कहानी,
कुछ यादें है मैने संजो के सजाई हुई,
और आगे जाने पर तुम्हे मिलेंगी यादें खोई हुई,
जिन्हे भूलने के भरसक प्रयास में,
हृदय के किसी अंधेरे हिस्से में उन्हें छुपा दिया गया,
कुछ देर बैठ कर उन यादों का चलचित्र देख कर आ जाना,
आज भी तुम्हारा नाम , उन स्मृतियों को जिंदा कर जाता है,
जिनको इस दुनिया से छुपाए रखा गया था,
जाते जाते , अपना अक्स यहां छोड़ जाना,
और हल्के से यादों का किवाड़ बंद कर के अपने हृदय में संजो लेना कुछ स्मृतियां मेरी ही तरह।-