Morning Love....

The stars began to blush, as she opened her eyes....
To the mesmerizing beauty, of the morning that lies....
Holding so close our bodies, we shall surrender....
For till eternity we will hold together, our love that we render.....

A Friend You Need....

 

Meet my friend, “Pain”. A girl born from the dominant ventures, my heart’s been nurturing for quite sometime now. She’s tall, very strong and extremely devious. She has the most astonishing eyes, they are honey brown with a very prominent hint of crimson blood drawn from my acoustic veins. She is my devious friend now. I have learnt to live with her. I call her my friend because I have no choice and also because I have learnt, from the time that I have spent breathing. Every morning, I get up to find her, sucking the bloody life out of me. Its been countless days, since I woke up to find bliss and not her. Her birth was no accident, but a clear product of my own actions, that I ended up with this forbidden repercussion. The anger, the blames and the unattractive nature of my actions, have all bought this upon myself, leaving me with this monster of a figurine in a kind, with a never ending thirst to slowly deprive a living body of its soul. And to fall in a state so dark and quenching, that is presses every wound to solicit misery and self pity of sorts.

We all know this about her, then why am I saying it again?

What we do not know is that, she is that true friend in disguise we keep searching for, our entire lives. Pain is that one friend, who is free from all the society strangles’. She is a blunt mistress of a kind, who while being so painful, uses ways to make you suffer to cause a reaction of a cerebral nature, throwing you right in the arms of the conjoined twins, Reality and Realization. It is many a times Pain, that makes one realize the importance or the result, of someone or something, after its been embossed on your soul as a bad mark or injustice or simply negligence.

If there’s anything pain has taught me, over the years of self pity and destiny metaphors, It is that, the more you run away from her, the worse will be the wound once she catches you and trust me she will. She is like the God’s child, formed by one’s conscious in order to make you realize the results of thine actions on their self and others. So rather, be her friend and understand the motive behind every wound that you procure during such painful times. It will help you, figure out the thin line between, Right and Wrong ; Good or Bad ; The Ying and The Yang.

And this my friend, is the mother of all, called Experience. Trust me on this one , “She is never wrong.”…..

Serenity....

Serenity is a state of understanding and interpretation of one's surrounding by self....

Love Story.....

From the shadows of your footsteps,
I hope to assemble these shattered pieces,
of my broken heart, drowning in its depths,
In the light of a tomorrow with changing tenses....

Dense like a forest, will be so intense,
And rain it feels, till time will pass,
Such is the beauty and innocense, you are incense,
Holding my hand, complimenting serenity, laying on this grass....

Remember those moments of awkward vibes,
Thinking to ourselves, when will tomorrow come,
To caress our hearts, with a raw energy of ancient tribes,
Togetherness with bliss, will fall in our laps till we become....

One from two souls, together we merge,
To dive in an ocean, that heaven will serve,
On a silver platter, with the warmth of a serge,
Love with no boundaries, no limts and nothing to curb....

But your aroma, swaying away of a blissful kind,
Like a mint topped chocolate, mesmerizing my senses,
Help me open my eyes, throw my stick to stop pretending blind,
To take a leap beyond the known, above these material fences....

Your hand clinged to mine, with fingertips,
Slipping off your bare shoulders and feeling,
The depth under your neck, carresseing thine wet lips,
changing colours to red, its not lust we are feeding....

But this fruit of life, you render to me,
reaching out to you, I breathe my life,
Tangled in your hair, the breeze is glee,
Never to leave this content place, to I don't strife....

It feels so right, to be with you are not missteps,
But a begining I knew, you planned in your eyes,
I shall live, under these shadows of your footsteps,
Hoping never to fall to plan, or say goodbyes....