Finally
The memory gets out of the highlight
In shadows cast by a relentless fight
You no longer hold it in the glaring gaze
It slipped away, lost in life’s maze
I’m no longer a burden nor a pain
But I have always prayed to be a friend
Like footprints in sand, washed away by the sea
Some pure friendships are never meant to be
You have let it go, that memory’s might
In it’s absence you have got a room of light
An old chapter I had always loved to bind
My memory too, happily, slipped away into the night
It’s been a month I haven’t written
Been an year have only spoken out to none
Pray everyday to let go off some sorrow
For I know my today is always better than tomorrow!

~Yogesh

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All that binds us are all the bright places we have never visited together
It’s so strange how we are already lost in a maze of nameless cities
Our mind set aflame by dragons of our own creation
Still comforting each other during moments of doubt and uncertainty
Your habit of writing small notes of encouragement
And leaving them at places where I’ll find them and never lose
I know your favourite book and I have already bought one
An old leather volume with faded silver lettering on the cover
Yet to read it but I love smelling it everyday at four
While I sip that coffee in your favourite cup
I know you like chirping
As this wins over all your raw emotions which creeps in vacuum
And so do I
You may never see me again in three years or maybe five
Let me assure you of ten and I’ll be far gone
But I’ll still protect you in my prayers
I promise!

~Yogesh

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Last noon I was cycling on a road of roses blue
I am here tonight to relive this view
Now I see some yellow sheets like it’s a curse of orange
My heart feels so light it's an ice sheet thin as a shadow
I’m breaking down in the depths of sea
Oh I always wondered how’s life gonna be this deep
Am I flowing freely or are the chains so big I can’t see
Your miseries are something I too breathe
This wouldn’t make a sense too like nothing ever did
I’m living in this city I’ll never see...
again to forgive!

~Yogesh

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In the quiet of last night, my phone rang loud at three
The connection faltered, leaving thoughts unattended
Wondered what went unspoken
Unsaid confessions and untold tales
We didn’t speak of the memories we shared
Or the wounds of past we never repaired
Might have shared some fear and doubts
Or the mysterious stars and their routes
Perhaps you had a new song to share
Or help me figure where I truly belong
Discuss the adventures you had on that late night drive
Or the lessons we have learnt as we leave our young behind
We didn’t delve into the depth of our souls
Just shared the silence that silently rolls
In the echoes of that missed call, the next morning I see
The beauty of silence in you and me!

~Yogesh

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Learn the rules, the wise one said
And so I embarked my journey of discovery
Traced the lines of traditional art
But books are my friendliest enemy
Young blood with abundant energy
My feet took me to sports and dancing
Helped me through dawn to dusk
But sunshine in the darkest hour was lacking
A call to break free and spread some words
The pitch black notebook finally settled
Mastering the craft and honing every part
To pen thoughts with the whitest ink I fancied
A courage to follow my dreams
Wherever they may lead, I’ll exist
To turn it into a hot sheet of flame
With a hope to break them like an artist!

~Yogesh

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Love is loss
A loss of all my poems
All that you shared
And escaped in my lone moments
I could have held you tight there
But this loss was meant to be right here
My dreams make me cry
So I kept up writing till four
It made me high
High on all my life lows
I saw myself burning in lack of care
Hopeless desire of a last stare
Love is loss
A loss of my old soul
But when I feel sunshine and rainbows
I am closer to you!

~ Yogesh

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I really want to hold your hand
Live again my childhood if I can
I dreamt of a distant land where you belong
Can I learn to live the same dreams again
Someone texted me after a month of getting seen
Asked how have you been settling in
It’s been more than a month of madness
I know you have felt too what I’ve been going through
I hate this city life where I’m no longer a child
Crazy enough to believe that even I could feel so shy
To talk to people I know, to smile at strangers as they go
And dance around in the streets like nobody knows
But wait
Can you hold me back cause I’m bleeding now
And it’s still not the end of it!

~ Yogesh

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She is now stuck in a city where she wished to settle once. The city with it’s restless nights, cacophony of sounds, and montage of faces, has become both a sanctuary and a maze.

There is a longing for change now, a desire to reshape the contours of her world. I think I want to change things around me - she whispers to herself. The words hanging in the air like a declaration to the universe.

Yet in the midst of this hustle, a sage like truth lingered in her consciousness - All you see is all you end up with. A reminder that her everyday encounters shaped the narrative of this alternate lifestyle. All these skyscrapers are a witness to her aspirations and the streets whispered tales of her journey.

Accepting the city’s unconventional heartbeat, she found solace and challenges, her dreams realised and illusions shattered. She embraced the journey of settling, recognising that it was not just about the external environment but an internal shift. A coming home to herself with a belief - The canvas is mine to paint and the story mine to tell!

~ Yogesh

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Off late, took a break
Having no thoughts in my mind
How have you been
Is a question that comes once in a while
Is it with care affection
Or a notorious question
Kind of living on the edge
Are you dead or alive
I’m on my way to the grave
You know how I’m feeing now
Gave up my smile, am I brave
You wonder am I a clown
There’s some fear or tension
No more in a room of attention
Like fading away in thin air
I’ll no longer be here!

~ Yogesh

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Waiting for the curious one, a story yet untold
The girl with a typewriter, ready for secrets to unfold
In a cafe named Candies, a small corner she took
Her second time there, visitors were already on the look
Sipping on berry lush, a sweet and vibrant brew
She listened to the tales, both of old and new
Her typewriter’s keys danced, in rhythm and rhyme
Crafting words of love and intention, each and every time
She met an old soul, appalled by love’s cruel twists
A poem of resilience, she painted hope in her midst
Then there was another, a heart burdened by loneliness
Her verses held a healing touch, a balm for his distress
In Candies warm embrace, her poems found a loving home
The art being loved, her creativity had grown
With each heartfelt talk, a connection was made
Typewriter talkies, her gift never to fade!

~Yogesh

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