She Loves Broken Things

As the moon malevolently beams
My nightmares blossom like roses during springs.
But tonight, I hope to meet her in my dreams
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’ve heard, in her eyes burn countless constellations
While that winged seraph plays her harp’s strings.
Hopefully, she’ll quell my horror laden hallucinations
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’ve heard, her voice calms the restless oceans
& she out carols all the nightingales when she sings.
Perhaps with a lullaby, she’ll soothe my raging emotions
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’ve heard, with her humble divine grace
She wraps dysfunctional tragedies in her wings.
Perhaps she’ll wipe the tears too, from my face
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’m broken but I consider myself blessed
For some ruins, hold treasures more than the wealthiest of kings
& I’ll outpour my hidden treasures on her heavenly breast
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

To satisfy her abstract compassionate art
With my last breath, I surrender somethings.
I give her my shattered soul, my broken heart;
& perhaps with love, she’ll mend those broken things.

Note: At various junctures of life I’ve often felt ruined beyond repair, this poem is dedicated to people who have often felt broken due to various reasons in their life. In this poem, ‘Broken Things’ is a metaphor for emotionally broken people. Just like mystic treasures are often hidden in ruins similarly divine emotions are hidden within broken people, & if you value a broken person he/she will subliminally pour out his/her heart for you. So if you ever come across a broken person then don’t be judgmental about their past & don’t mock at their scars. Be compassionate & see their scars as spaces that you can fill with your kindness & understanding. For, there is no greater joy than making a broken person feel complete once again. ❤ 

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Kintsugi – Broken is Beautiful

There’s an angel that dwells in the hills,
Whose aura makes every mortals’ heart swell with delight.
Even the moon blushes as it experiences heavenly thrills,
& spell bounded it marvels, her serene smile every night.
 
Her scented shadow conspires to blossom the flowers
More than the blazing bright sun in the skies.
Seraphs in heaven envy of her angelic powers
For it seems a million constellations glitter in her beautiful eyes. 

In her heart, she paints her innocent dreams
& her mind is a plethora of poetic paradigms.
Though she’s been a victim of life’s unforgiving schemes
But with her divine grace, she outshines her hard times.
 
Often she outgrows her own sufferings
As she listens to others with a genuine intent to understand.
Sadly her kindness gets taken for granted among other things
Yet she always extends her helping hand.
 
Sometimes she mulls over the futility of life laying on the bed
As wrapped in silence, she feels broken.
Countless memories burn inside her head
Yet about her agony, she gives no token. 

As I witness the shattered hopes of her heart
I intend to use my words like Kintsugi for awhile.
To convey broken is beautiful even if things fall apart
& I hope she’ll smile as big as the river Nile. 

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Note: Kintsugi is the Japanese art of mending of broken things by filling them with gold. It is perhaps to remind all of us that if something has suffered some damage or is broken, even then it still has the capability of being something beautiful. This poem is also dedicated to Vanya, a dear follower of mine who unfortunately injured herself a few days back. Today happens to be her birthday, please join me in wishing her a happy birthday as a way of driving the positive vibes for her on her birthday!

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Let Go

While the moon blatantly beams
She waltzes on your dying dreams.
I feel the sorrow in your soul that streams
I hear the agony of your silent screams.

Your soul is shattered & you feel broken
As from a beguiling dream, you’ve now awoken.
You shrink, about your fears you haven’t spoken
For she has given you a tormenting token.

I know your love was true
I see the pain you went through.
In the journey of life as she abandoned you
You did, something that you know, you shouldn’t do.

Perhaps in her heart you lost your place
Perhaps with someone else she had you replaced.
But don’t spill the acid of your venomous words on her face
For I never want your inner goodness to be misplaced.

I know things didn’t go as per your plan
For love’s an enigma that disobeys our planned command.
Remember that in some way she made you a better man
But now you deserve someone better, I hope you understand.

In love more than the outcome, its the memories that matter
So don’t overthink the past & bitterly cry.
Don’t let your selfless soul ever shatter
For, someone else is meant to be the sun in your sky.

I know, you loved with a pure heart
So gently live & let your being’s beauty glow.
She may have caused your world to fall apart
But don’t beg her to stay, instead gracefully let go.

Note: Few days ago, my friend was dumped by his girlfriend & with the bitterness that burnt within him, he said stuff about her that wasn’t justified in anyway that disturbed me personally to a great extent. I agree she might have been heartless towards you & that goodbyes are tough to digest but we all come from a woman, so how can we say nasty things about another? As they say love knows it’s own depth only at the time of separation… through this poem I offer my sincere support to all those who have loved & lost. I also want to emphasize that don’t let anyone’s actions displace the goodness that I know breathes within you. Someday we all will be reduced to mere memories, so lets do our best to be remembered as a good memory in someone’s mind. Always remember in the end, only 3 things matter: how purely you love’d, how well you tried to sustain it & how gracefully you let go of someone, who wasn’t meant for you.

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I Survive…

After completing my dad’s funeral at the cremation ground
In darkness, I sat alone on a chair.
While within me this sadness floated around
I cradled my shattered thoughts, that I couldn’t repair.

Abandoned in this aporia I felt cold & dead
As dark thoughts, crumbled my composure.
There was a vicious war inside my head
While the devil smirked sitting on my shoulder.

My demons screamed “There’s a knife in your sight
Use it! For your sufferings would never heal.”
“Choose your last words, in your plight;
As an endless agony, your soul now begins to feel!”

Just when I geared up for the brutal bloodshed
I envisioned a vision of my mother pleading;
I hallucinated her helplessly holding my head
While screaming “Help my son’s wrists are bleeding!”

Although emotionally countless times I had died
Yet in that moment I chose to throw away the knife.
The marauding madness seemed invincible, but I survived
As for my loved ones I chose to embrace life.

I’m only human & I too have some fears
For some untamable nightmares still stream in my eyes.
Yet amidst life’s battle cry I hide my tears
I survive… & to protect others now I rise.

A dream for a better future I hope to harbor
As rising for my loved ones seems worthwhile.
For them, I hide my traumas underneath my armor
I survive… & conquer my demons with a smile.

Note: On 17th June 2014, in the morning my father had expired & it’s one of my most traumatic experiences of my life there were other things too that triggered me to try & commit suicide that night. This poem pertains to the traumatic events that took place that night & how I overcame that. Please don’t get me wrong I don’t want to glorify my real-life nightmare, instead, I want to share about it in an uncensored way with a sole desire to motivate other suffering souls to express about their silent battles. We all break and feel lost at various tormenting turns of life but we must rise & rediscover ourselves for the sake of people who depend on us. We all have a responsibility towards our loved ones, if not towards our own self. Lastly, please be kind & compassionate to others because none knows what battles they fight & survive on their own.

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I’m The Fire

They say I’m toxic & they turn away
For darkness dribbles in every word I say.
Although the tears in my eyes I try not to display
Yet fear unfurl within me in a mysterious way.

My demons smile witnessing the darkness I’ve designed,
And they say “We are two of a kind”.
They enjoy my unsettled melancholic mind
& in this thought my aching soul chooses to unwind.

We waltz under the pale moonlight that blatantly beams
Gradually they smother me with their wicked schemes.
Nightmares are born from my innocent bleeding dreams
As my demons escalate my insecurities to new extremes.

I’m left broken on the ground in a vulnerable state
As in my head I suffer, I suffocate.
But with a rebel spirit my broken self, I integrate
ferocious, furious & fearless, a fire within me I create.

Now, I’m the fire that romances with the horrors of the night
Perhaps the rhymes I write, fills your heart with delight.
But I’m the fire that burns everything, that’s in my sight
I’m the fire that carelessly rages & blazes bright.

I’m the fire that was born from a feeling of disdain
As my horrifying sanity made me insane.
So darling please don’t try to understand my pain
For I don’t want you to burn in my flame.

Witness from afar how I take my traumas in my stride
As none of my bleeding scars I hide.
For every day a new death I’ve died
But now I’m the fire, that burns its melancholy with pride.

Note: Have you ever felt closer (on an emotional level) to your demons as compared to the people around you? Well that’s the dark place my mind is right now & honestly it’s in such situations when I prefer to be alone rather than talk with people. I don’t want to hurt or burn anyone with the fury of my emotional vulnerability because I feel like the fire that rages & burns anything that’s in its course. I appreciate your support & understanding but this internal war of emotions pertaining to the poem that’s due on the 17th June is something I must fight it out on my own. Thank your for your love & support, I hope you understand that I’m not turning my back on you instead I’m addressing some of my past demons & I wouldn’t want to drag you into that emotional mess of mine. I carry this dwelling darkness of mine with pride, as I see it as an opportunity to shine & evolve. ❤

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The Underdog’s Fight Song

I see a wounded underdog cry at night
For his traumas scream in his sleep.
If only you could witness his nightmares take flight
Perhaps you’d join him for a weep.

His demons like crouched tigers corner him in the dark
& the silent suffer, has his back against the wall.
His fears rage a storm in his heart
As he breaks, his soul begins to crumble & fall.

The endless expectations crush his shoulder
As failure rapes his confidence from within.
The madness of the moment rattles his composure
While his insecurities slither wildly underneath his skin.

Victimized by his fiendish fate’s violence
He lays vulnerably, in a pool of bloody memories & tears.
Yet the underdog licks his wounds in silence
With an earnest urge to conquer his fears.

His head bleeds but remains unbowed
As he slowly crawls up back on his feet.
With a spirit of redemption, he roars aloud
For the underdog knows, he wasn’t born to accept defeat.

His scars bleed songs of glory
As a metamorphosis is palpably visible in his eyes.
Perhaps someday, people will know his story
But for now, the warrior in him begins to rise.

The serendipity of this agony seems surreal
While towards a war, his pride makes him march on.
Against his demons, he may bleed, but he’ll never kneel
Because till his last breath, he’ll sing his fight song.

 

Note: There have been countless instances when I’ve had my back to the wall & the odds were stacked against me while I constantly found myself trying to justify & rediscover my true capabilities in life as an underdog. This poem is dedicated to everyone who at some point in their lives felt like an underdog. As an underdog we sometimes fail, the level of expectations of other loved ones seems unreal & we are often plagued by our fears but it’s precisely at this juncture that I want you to believe in your potential even when things don’t seem right. Please always take a stand to protect your pride, honor & dreams because “I failed” is more honorable than “I quit”. Hail & embrace the determination of the underdog that breathes with you! ❤ 

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Quote: Don’t Cry

Note: As a small kid I had this fear of losing the people I love… Gradually, people left, but that childhood fear didn’t. There were countless instances of people (whom I cared for) chose to abandon me. I guess as they say the saddest thing about such betrayals is that they never come from an enemy. Being wrapped in such emotional insecurities, I realized the importance of being the prophet of my own happiness. Don’t let your happiness be dependent on someone else & don’t shed tears for someone who destroyed the sparkle of your smile. Never compromise on your lovely smile because of anyone or anything. You do matter! ❤   

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Letter To Future Self (2020)

Dear Future Self,

Today I subliminally break overwhelmed with emotions, burning with a sole desire that perhaps… someday, you’ll use these words to mend your shattered soul.

Others may see you as a walking enigma, they may judge & mock your emotional scars. You may encounter people who’ll curl themselves as sugar-coated parasites when you’ll extend your helping hand to them. There will be people who’ll call you as their inspiration but instead, they’d be the first ones to turn their backs on you, walking away ignoring your tear-stained face. Some people who believe in you, would perhaps unknowingly break you with the weight of their expectations. Your heart may bleed, being impaled with your endless insecurities, while descending in darkness. You might feel like a hopeless loser sometimes.

Dear future self, life is inevitably depressing sometimes, but learn to wear your emotional scars with pride. Your scars are proof that you had bled, but at the same time, you survived. Regardless of how fake the other person might be, always unflinchingly extend a helping hand. For sandalwood doesn’t allow the nearby venomous snakes to corrupt the goodness of its fragrance.

Several years ago, keeping responsibility as your psychological fundamental you chose to be the iceberg that wouldn’t melt in the heat of the moment. Keeping compassion as your guiding principle you chose to be the shield that’ll protect your loved ones from the sinful spears of life. If your heart cries & bleeds in darkness, make sure to use your blood & tears to write a poem that makes others smile with a sense of hope. Your existence will always be defined by the decisions you make… So always have the integrity, to be understanding & dependable…

Lastly never forget, that perhaps you were scarred with dark tormenting nightmares so that you heal others with the light of your poetic dreams. Perhaps you were blessed with hate so that you understand the value of love. Perhaps sometimes you feel lost as a hopeless loser so that you discover the rampant warrior within you!

Yours Truly,
Present Self
(as on 12.04.2020)

Note: Today is my birthday & amidst the rapture of the glorious well wishes I found a few minutes of silence to pen down these thoughts. I have always seen myself obsessed with an aspiration to learn & grow, but yes I’m a human being; I am bound to fail & fall. It’s at such depressing junctures of life, that I hope my words would remind me what I truly believe in.  

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I Wish…

Behind the comfort of my locked door
Tonight, your memory sparkles in my tears.
The agony of your absence, I can’t handle anymore
As I helplessly drown in my fears.

None of your haunting horrors, you had revealed
None of your nightmares, you shared.
Behind fake smiles, countless tears were concealed
Perhaps as you felt no one truly cared.

You quietly suffered maintaining your composure
& often walked alone, the depressing long mile.
I wish… I could’ve taken the load off your shoulder
& walked with you, to hopefully see you smile.

You selflessly sacrificed yourself in life’s battlefield
As you protected me from every sadness.
I wish… I could’ve been your shield
That saved you from all that madness.

Fangs of regret now pierce my neck
As vividly the visions appear of that depressing day
Vulnerably, I shrink like an emotional wreck
Recalling these words to you, that I couldn’t say.

I try to help others, believe me, dad I try
& I think of you, whenever my heart cries.
But I’ve immortalized you in my soul’s inward eye
So carrying your legacy, like a phoenix, now I rise.

Beyond the tangents of time & space
Someday, somewhere, I shall meet you.
I wish… to wipe your tears from your face
As together we’ll smile, while life shall blossom anew.

Notepad: As a child, when I was sitting on my dad’s back I truly felt like the king of the world & that nothing could ever harm me. Such was the charisma of my dad, he didn’t give dreamy illusions; instead, with his limited resources he quietly was the architect of my dreams. Despite our financial crisis, he ensured that there wasn’t a single thing on which I felt deprived of. He was not just my dad, he was my guardian angel. Almost 6 years ago he was terminally ill with lung cancer, seeing him vomit blood on his death-bed made me feel helpless. I wish… I could have done more to save my guardian angel. It’s this regret, that’s like a tormenting trauma that always dwells within me. Yet carrying on with his legacy, I try to help others around me, in whatever way I possibly can. I try to be a guardian angel for others, with the intent that perhaps someday if I ever meet him he’ll see me more than just a man whose hollowed by his regret & his emotional trauma. I’m not perfect like you, but I try to make you proud & smile. Happy Birthday, Dad! With every heartbeat I miss you. 

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Quote: Wings

Note: “It matters not how strait the gate how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul” – from Invictus. We may not be in a position to control a hostile situation but we certainly are in control of the way we respond to that adversity. So in such tough times, I urge my readers to not lose hope & continue to generate positive thoughts. We all are born to fly like the eagles in our own skies of happiness, so why do you choose to crawl into a spell of negative vibes. So spread your wings & conquer your fears. For me personally April ushers in a lot of melancholic memories (some of the upcoming poems may be a bit sad)… I too will try to implement this notion, as I’ll try to decorate my sadness in the form of poetry to delight you, folks. Here & now we are infinite! ❤    

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The Emotional Enigma

On the broken glass, his hopes walk
As another nightmare torments his weary brain.
But about his agony, he chooses not to talk
As he knows crying won’t decrease his pain.

There was a time when he was full of life
In his eyes there used to dribble silk woven dreams.
However, he was abandoned amidst fate’s unforgiving strife
& now his mind silently bleeds with a million screams.

But the eagle that conquers the skies
Doesn’t fear to rest on some fragile trees.
For on its wings the magisterial beast relies
& doesn’t bow in front of the life’s stormy breeze.

It matters not what’s his circumstance
Or what verdict is scribbled for him on the scroll.
Alone in darkness with his demons, he’s destined to dance
But no heavenly star burns brighter than his soul.

With his words that swell up with emotions
He stirs his aspirations that his heart has impearled.
& with his thoughts that are deeper than all oceans
In his mind’s inward eye he creates his own world.

The emotional enigma playfully begins to smirk
As not many know what the f*** he’s been through.
He’s heard by many when he goes berserk
But sadly, he’s truly understood only by few.

Note: This poem is dedicated to the people who have often found it easier to project a fake smile rather than express the true magnitude of their sorrow. Though this world isn’t meant for such beautiful selfless individuals & I know how sometimes others can’t appreciate the strength of your character… But please see yourself as the eagle that has its faith on its wings ( your capabilities) rather than the durability of the branch upon which it rests ( your situation). I urge my readers to be understanding & compassionate towards such silent warriors who often feel abandoned & lost even when they are surrounded by others around them. Every life is valuable & even a small act of kindness can create a massive positive change in someone else’s life. ❤ 

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Gratitude: Open Letter

Being a loner in real life, 4 years ago when I first started the blog I had never imagined in any of my wildest dreams that I’d be able to delight so many people with my rhymes. Reaching 1.5k followers is something that I had never imagined for myself.
The foundation of this blog was laid due to the emotional turmoil that raged within me. Nothing is worse than being surrounded by people who make you feel alone & I often feel lost amidst large crowds. There are times when I can’t say the things that trouble me but I’ve always found it easier to write about them. Initially, I had a very cynical approach to writing as I wanted my nightmares to haunt my readers. I wanted to express the horror of the countless traumas that emotionally impaled me. I wanted the people to realize that depression & anxiety aren’t always just screams & tears… Sometimes it’s the quietest people who contain within them loudest laments.
However, despite my emotional vulnerabilities you always accepted my darkness with open arms. You inspired & instilled the light of compassion within me. Gradually as I realized that my words were relatable to you it changed me as a human being & as a writer. For I no longer wanted to haunt people, I began to decorate my darkness with the sole desire to give hope to someone who was/is going through a similar depressing phase of life. You kissed my scars, filled me with love, gave wings my poetic thoughts… Most importantly at the unpredictable junctures of my life when I was plagued with uncertainly you also held my hand and frivolously danced with my demons. You believed in me when I doubted my own capabilities. Your love has always exceeded my expectations & I really hope that I can live up to the faith that you have so generously blessed me with. When life gave me 1000 reasons to cry, you gave me more than 1500 reasons to smile & in the process you’ve taught me the true meaning of compassion. It’s the light of your love that breathes life into my poems.
Lastly, I’m a human being & I have my share of flaws so I humbly apologize if I or my words ever disappointed or disturbed you in any way. With my every heartbeat & with my every rhyme I thank you for your unconditional benevolence towards a person like me.

Note: A big thank you to all those who made this blog what it is today, please find below the pictures of the special individuals who have immensely supported me in this incredible blogging journey. There are so many individuals whose pictures I wish I could have added in the collage but unfortunately, I wasn’t able to reach out to them / get their pictures on time. But I carry them in my heart & each one of you is irreplaceable in your own unique way. ❤

Misfit

Cornered with the masquerade of a fake smile
Hoping that someone will understand you for a while.
People ignore your insecurities that slither underneath your skin
But you still try your best to fit in.

Some love, some respect you innocently wish to earn
The warm touch of someone’s hand you yearn.
Yet subliminally away from you people turn
& in the flame of your broken dreams you frivolously burn

Surrounded by people who make you feel alone
Your hopeful heart slowly transforms into a stone.
Abandoned in this endless spell of silence
You get enveloped in your mind’s depressing violence.

My dove so why do you burn & bitterly cry
To fit in why do you even try?
Why do you care for what others say?
For you are divine in your own unique way.

Your teary eyes are numb for no valid reason
For every passing moment in itself is a beautiful season.
If ever you feel hostility from our selfish community
Then look within, for within you lies love’s eternity.

You become the prophet of your own delight
Through the darkness discover your inner light.
Strolling alone no matter how difficult things may seem
Remember you are beautiful like a poet’s decorated dream.

Perhaps none will fathom your unspoken fears
Perhaps none will wipe your burning tears.
But my precious whenever your heart begins to bleed
Remember you’re the marvelous misfit who is born to lead.

Note: There are times when we feel lost even when we are surrounded by people. There are occasions when we feel like we don’t belong somewhere. Many times I’ve felt like a misfit… However, today being valentine’s day rather than crying or lamenting I thought of celebrating love by dedicating a poem to the people, who at any point in time may have been ignored, heartbroken or felt like a misfit. My dear, you aren’t a lost star in a universe instead, you are an entire universe blossoming within a star. You are flawless in your own unique way. ❤

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Butterfly

She crawls, weary underneath the night skies
As she contains an ocean of tears in her eyes.
Perhaps with time, she has forgotten how to dream
For she’s expected to conceal her every scream.

She grovels as destiny rips her happiness apart
& her shriveled hopes make her bleed in her heart.
Every day she silently dies a new death
While melancholy dribbles in her every breath.

Others can’t comprehend her heart’s mystic treasure
Seeing her helpless, they attain sadistic pleasure.
But she has merely just fallen on her feet
She is scarred, but she hasn’t accepted her defeat.

She weaves a silk cocoon around her wounded skin
Ignoring the naysayers, she ignites a revolution within.
Although her life has been depressing and tragic
But now her soul triggers divine magic.

Her metamorphosis rages like steroids in her veins
She breaks her cocoon’s confining constrains.
Perhaps about her agony, we shall never know
As she evolves, her sufferings, she chooses to outgrow.

The moon blushes & a nightingale melodiously sings
As in the dark, she expands her colorful wings.
As the angel of the night, she emerges out of her shell
& she glides gently sprinkling her seraphic spell.

Life may have smothered her every innocent desire
But nothing could ever extinguish her inner fire.
Inevitably, from a caterpillar, she transformed into a butterfly
For she wasn’t always meant to crawl, she was born to fly.

This poem is inspired by a dear friend of mine, who sadly is going through some emotional turmoil. I further extend this dedication to all the females who may have gone through/ are currently going through an emotional struggle. The situation & the society may have caused agony to you but I sincerely hope my words can encourage you to discover the beautiful butterfly in your heart that yearns to fly. You aren’t meant to helplessly crawl in life forever, you are born to fly. ❤

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Perhaps Tonight, We Shall Meet

In my sorrow-laden eyes
The pale moonlight gently streams.
Although in darkness my lost soul cries
But perhaps tonight, we shall meet in my dreams.

This melancholic moment seems depressingly wild,
As voices in my head scream amidst the dark.
Frozen, I stand alone like a lost child
While nightmares carelessly bleed inside my heart.

I wish… my unspoken desires I could convey
When you were the fragrance of my rhyme.
Sadly things weren’t destined to blossom this way
Because like seasons, people too change with time.

We’re not seraphs gliding on a plutonium plane,
You’re not god nor am l a blessing from the sky.
We’re humans, who fail to value each other the same
& our endless lakes of solitude makes me cry.

Tears of blood, stream down my face
As on your path, I frivolously let you go.
Dancing in your oblivion my memories you’ll replace
But about my feelings perhaps you’ll never know.

We’ll be worthy of each other in some other world
As the distance between us is wider than it seems.
That’s a hope that my mind has impearled
But perhaps tonight, we shall meet in my dreams.

Note: “If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were…”. 2019 was a pretty depressing year for me on the emotional front & what was even more depressing was the fact that some of the people whom I thought were close to me… decided to abandon me at the various traumatic turns of life. Some may think I’m an attention-seeking narcissist, but honestly, I’m the kind of person whom the people easily replace with other stuff. Regardless of the outcome of our bond, the memories that we shared were sweet & I carry them in my heart. Perhaps our paths may converge in this journey called life but till then hopefully, I’ll be worthy enough to meet in my most beautiful dreams. Happy New Year in advance to everyone! 🙂  

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The Winter Hymn (Collab with Rulla)

Entranced in darkness, I witness the sunlight depart
While snowflakes descend on my hopes that fall apart.
The devil smiles witnessing this cold fiendish art
As my gloom blooms amidst the winter of my heart.

Rays of regret impart destitute like shooting darts
While light hides behind layers of destiny’s artificial charts.
My hopes contracts and breaks into countless parts
While my demons rape my emotions, riding their cynical carts.

Like a serpent, the frost slithers in my every vein
The unforgiving numbness encircles my searing pain.
Palpable nightmares stream in my frozen brain
Yet I sense a divine fire within me that I still contain.

Engulfed by emptiness, tears stream down from my eye
As with every tangible nightmare a new death I die.
The wild howling winds scream a haunting lullaby
While my heart mirrors, the grey shade of the sky.

Under the grey sky that dribbles like melted sapphire
I roar back to fight, for all that I aspire.
I shed the cobwebs of hibernation, feeling my soul’s fire
As a spiritual metamorphosis begins to transpire.

The melancholic clouds begin to condense and retire,
& the adrenaline rush burns my blood like a mystic fire.
While the raging thunder acts as a galvanizing amplifier
Dire circumstances conspire to invigorate the confidence I acquire.

The changing seasons feel like a constellation that’s flawlessly aligned
Spring of life blossoms, while broken pieces are symmetrically combined.
As by nature, my hidden potential gets redefined
I’m resurrected, refined & re-designed by a divine mastermind.

This moment’s darkness may have made me blind
& the frosty vicissitudes may have impaled my mind.
Yet this divine fire in my soul I was destined to find
For if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Note: Very often than not, winter is considered as a season that’s filled with gloominess & despair, but rather than being hopeless one should see it as a foundation that builds our character for brighter times that await us in the future. There are times when we feel dark, cold & numb from within due to the various situations of life… it’s at such junctures when we must discover the fire that burns within us, in order to justify our existence & to take a stand for we believe in. I’ve had the immense delight to collaborate with Rulla on this poem, who is a blissful poetic soul in her own right. Please do visit her blog, you’ll be amazed by the depth of her words & thoughts: https://hopefu1romantic.wordpress.com/

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Quote: Perception

Note: There are times when people label & categorize your existence in their heads even though they are oblivious to all the aspects of your situation. They tend to create a false image of you, but my precious don’t let this affect the beauty that breathes & dwells within you. None can truly understand your journey for they can’t walk in your shoes. At the end of the day, you are answerable solely & only to the person you see in the mirror( i.e. yourself). Let the cynics & naysayers think what they want to think about you, their impression of you isn’t your reality. Work in silence & let your success roar about your reality.   

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