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Poetry

Is poetry a relief?
I know not.
It's just flow of words
Most often from a broken heart
Blabber, mumble
Cluster of words which make no sense,
When spoken out.
But on paper
There's something magnetic
A dump from one heart
Attracting so many other
Words which try to describe
The hurricane of emotions
Storm of feelings within
Felt for someone,
once called your own.

Scribbled when you are going insane
This uproar too loud,
Heavy to withhold
So you pour out
In verses or in a random maze
Which reach another heart
Miles away from yours
Who's looking for a validation
For the tornado passing through
Getting themselves drowned
In this sour drizzle of tears
These words, half baked most of 'em
Provide a solace,
Rare comfort.

So yeah
Poetry does provide a relief
To the broken hearts
Who are struggling through each day
To keep their treasure,
Of left over emotions safe.

Okay?

I want to lie next to you,

And do nothing

Is that okay?

I want to stare at the night sky,

Without moving an inch

Is that okay?

I want to speak to you all the time,

Only with eyes, not words

Is that okay?

I want you to listen to me,

Even when nothing of it makes sense

Is that okay?

I want to hold that arm of yours

And never let go

Is it okay?

I want you to pamper me at times,

Spoil me as I have never been before

Is that okay?

I want you to ask me if I'm really fine,

Even when I deny it for many odd number of times

Is that okay?

I want you to make a day of travel,

To give me hour of your company

Is that okay?

I want you to ask me to stay for some time more,

Even after my curfew hours

Is that okay?

I want your hugs, the tight, the bear ones,

And nothing else

Is that okay?

I want you to give me your now,

Not your forever

Is that okay?

I want to listen more of your miss yous

Than your love yous

Is that okay?

I want your crooked smile,

Even if you get conscious of your teeth

Is that okay?

I want you to stay yourself,

Not freak out when you meet me in a crowd

Is that okay?

I want all the chicken nuggets,

You can order something else

Is that okay?

I want you to be the smart one amongst us,

But don't give up your random goof ups

Is that okay?

I want you to accept any change that comes your way,

And a promise that you'll not leave me halfway

Is that okay?

Thing about forevers..

Life is something which can't be postponed to the future.
Nor can it be treated as a thing of past.
It's the present.
This very moment.
Don't let it slip from under your nose.
Grasp it.
Not too hard, you'll be the one suffocated.
Have a grip enough,
To lead it the way you can.
With whatever skill you are capable of.
And your days here are counted
No one gets a forever
Make the best out of everything you can.

This time too..

I look at your picture
Umpteenth time
To get it registered
In my brain, my conscious
That the smile on your face
Isn't fake, not a show up
But a true one
Extending uptil your eyes
The hand you hold
You'll not let go
Come what may
Through heaven and hell
You have a mate
To sail through along your fate
Your radiance is contagious
I can't help but smile
Happiness spreading through my insides
Only to surface the pain
That's been hiding in disguise
The girl in that picture
Looks like an angel
With a clear soul, fragile heart
Handle it with care
Don't let it shatter like mine
I wish you both the best
Let not me be the reason of your cry
And as for me
I have seen too many phases
Of hardships and comfort alike

So I know
This time too
I will survive...

Exquisite pain.

It's taking that puff of smoke
Into your black charred lungs

That glass overflowing with alcohol
Making its way to your failed liver

Staring at the Sun with your naked eyes
On the day of an eclipse

Crossing blindfolded
The highway connecting the busiest cities

The days you realise the life in you is slowly dying
Yet you crave to live one more second of it

To experience this exquisite pain
Which kills you, making you aware you are still alive.

Soul of the mortal

And they play a safe game
From the comforts of their heart
Scared of the damage
And the catastrophe the love will bring along

Should I pity or feel sorry for
As love my friend, isn't something you plan
Put on an armour
Strategize and design
Avoid any kind of defeat
Get into the battlefield only if you are sure of a win

It's more like playing with the fire
Knowing very well it could burn you
But you need that warmth to keep you alive
Turning down to ashes doesn't scare you
As much as staying cold does.

It's jumping off that cliff
Hoping for your imaginary wings to span out
Take you on the best flight of your life
The fall doesn't scare you
As you'd risk anything for the height you reached.

It's getting drowned in the sea of emotions
Forgetting all the lessons of swimming you excelled
Where your lungs crave more for this salty liquid
Than the air full of oxygen, sans love
As love my friend, isn't something' you can experience sitting at the shore

It ain't about the guarantee or assurances
Of always staying by your side
Through illness and health
It's about your dumb brain
That can think of no other way of existing
Without love being soul of this mortal living