Festival of Flowers.

 Today when I saw her.

She looked like a flower.

Oh! How badly I wanted to tell her.

That her beauty has power,

like none other.

In my mind over and over,

I asked myself to stay far from her.

As the evil in me craves possession.

I avoided giving her my appreciation.

I wish I knew how to love better.

Maybe then she would be my lover.

Deep in my heart, I am her well wisher.

And I will remain to be a secret admirer.

I write down my feelings and burn the letter.

Hoping the flame will keep her warm forever.

Shayari by Yours Truly.

Shukr hai uss khuda ka,

Jisne hume iss mukhaam par rakha.

Jaha hazaar gham seh kar bhi,

Yeh dil, Na kabhi haara, Na kabhi thaka.

Lootera hoon main

Pyasa hoon main

Tere is daulath ka

Bhooka hoon main

Jo tere saanson

mein samayi hai

Jo tere aankhon

ne dikhayi hai

Jo tere dhadkan

ne sunayi hai

Jo tere khayalon

ne batayi hai

Lootera hoon main

Pyasa hoon main

Tere is daulath ka

Bhooka hoon main.

Yun hi toh pyar karte karte lagne laga tha

ke insaaniyath se bharosa utt jaayega.

Par yeh aag dil mein faili iss tarha se

ke yeh aashiq to pyar karte karte hi mitt jaayega.

(Saw this one on an auto)

Giravat ki zindagi jiya nahi karte.

Hum kissi ka peecha kiya nahi karte.

Itefaq se ye dil tumpar aaya,

Varna yeh haseen tofa hum kissi ko diya nahi karte.

Apni jaan se bhi zyada chahte tumhe hai hum.

Yeh sirf dilase ke alfaaz nahi,

main jee ke dikha doonga.

Tumne jo dil mein aag lagayi hai sanam.

Khushiyon aur gham se para yeh ehsaas lekar,

main saari duniya jala doonga.

Rain Shelter Incident

He was riding his bike back home when it started raining. He stopped at the side of the road under a small shed of a cigarette shop where a few people were already gathered. Although he wasn’t the type that would avoid getting wet in the rain but he wanted to protect his laptop and phone from getting spoiled. He took out his phone, called someone but they didn’t respond and he put the phone back in his pocket. There was barely any space under the shed but he managed to protect his bag which contained the laptop. He went up to the counter and bought a cigarette after placing his helmet on the sales counter, as the cold rain drops hit his face, he held the lighter and lit the cigarette. He looked around as if he was searching for someone. He seemed lost but hopeful, scared but relaxed. This duality of his emotions seemed to confuse the people around him. They thought it was his appearance that was weird but it was more than what met the eye. He then got a phone call and his face lit up, he was refusing something being offered to him and then at the end of the call he agreed to something. The downpour continued; he lit another cigarette. It was an hour since the time he had stopped at this cigarette shop. He stepped out of the shed for a few seconds holding his head up to the sky, as if he was requesting the gods of rain to stop. But they didn’t listen to his prayers then, so he went back. The rain slowed down; a few people who were waiting at the cigarette shop began leaving. He didn’t, it seemed as though he was in no rush. He got another call, this time he got ready to go but stopped very suddenly when he heard something from the other side of the call. His excitement went down. He bought another cigarette and a can of soft drink too. After smoking his third cigarette he felt a kind of relaxation one would feel at home. He was standing at the side of a busy road at a local cigarette shop and he was at peace. By looking into his eyes, one could tell, he didn’t want to move. It was clear that he was in pain and that the choice of moving away from the source of his pain was his. Yet he chose not to, why would anyone do this to themselves? Did he reach a point in his life where he started enjoying pain? When will the rain stop so he can just go back home. It had been two hours since the time of his arrival at the cigarette shop. Most people had left, even the shop keeper went and sat at the restaurant next door. He was the only one who stood there staring into the mid-distance. There was a longing in his breathe for someone who would just hear him out and understand. He bought another cigarette and as he finished smoking it, he got another phone call. His face lit up every time he saw the name of the caller on the screen of the phone. He spoke to the person who had called, looked at the sky and noticed that the rain had slowed down a lot. He took his helmet, walked up to his bike, started it and rode away.

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Aesthetic Radiance

I had a dream last night,

a darling in my sight.

She had decended into darkness from light,

judging from her scars I knew she had to fight.

I saw her and she came closer to hug me tight,

I tried not to but kissed her with all my might.

After the kiss she just vanished,

I looked around until I got tarnished.

It happened too soon and I lost my chance,

wanted to hold her close but life had its plans.

As I had my reasons, I knew she had hers too.

Who was this mysterious angel? I had no clue.

I thought she left me alone without a trace,

but I was wrong because I had seen her face.

I woke up to a song of love,

saw dark clouds looming up above.

Thirsting for love, hating what I did in my past,

how I could never make a relationship last.

I am broken, jealous, empty and insecure,

I am not capable of love, of that I'm sure.

With so much negativity filled in me,

I wonder how to heal this injury.

I go back in time to think,

about how i ended up at the brink.

How i thought

I gave everything I got.

I was wrong,

singing the same old song.

Life brought me back to the same place,

the orbit where stardust floats in space.

While the world spun at a faster pace,

I kept searching for her face.

It was a face of a friend I had known all along,

I wished my feelings for her weren't this strong.

Can't force myself to move on,

can't do anything to hold on.

What a weird situation I got stuck in?

How can I love another when my heart is bleeding?

Time to heal from my past is what I need.

So that over her i don't bleed.

It would be selfish of me to ask her to wait.

I know everything but it's a little too late.

Life is too short for second chances,

yet I have had so many romances,

filled with gratitude and regrets,

safely giving myself threats.

As I am nearing the end of my days,

I wish to mend my ways.

Till my last breath I will do what needs to be done.

I am only wishing to be the good that happened to everyone.

As for the girl from my dream, who is also my friend,

is closer than she seems and I will love her till the end.

She and I, both know that nothing lasts, be it love or pain.

I blame my heart, she blames the rain.

Now the only question that remains,

is if I will write a poem about love ever again?

Nobody hates me more

Take my heart, take my soul.

Take a part or take it whole.

Take my adventures and control.

Take until I have nothing at all.

Dear life, this is where I found me,

lost in the ocean of insanity.

Listening to music endlessly,

to take my mind towards ecstasy.

It feels so unreal this reality.

I am a sinner is why I feel guilty.

Just a perpetual feeling of pain,

asking me to stay in my lane,

words pouring like rain,

destroying memories in my brain.

How do I make it stop,

can they hear my thoughts.

Does it even matter or not ?

If I fly down below or crawl at the top.

What is this collective dream anyway?

Seeing nightmares during the day.

Separation, Judgement, Violence, 

Hatred, War, Money, Intolerance.

A sheer lack of will power.

Something my insurance won't cover.

Lack of confidence in myself,

or a lack of self, itself.

Describing the inner existence,

doesn't even have to make sense.

Cause nobody will know,

about the ones who come and go,

about the ones that live in my head,

the ones alive and the ones that are dead.

Are we connected to another dimension,

a place with a harmonic civilization ?

I want to go there but lack transportation.

This darkness takes over my imagination.

This darkness is the lack of motivation,

that takes nothing into consideration,

not even my dinner, lunch or breakfast.

Not knowing what to trust.

If it is love or lust.

life's an option but death's a must.

To find the source of life,

that remains to be my strife.

That is the reason I write,

to show that I struggle and fight.

So in expression I find stillness

a way to live with mental illness.

Breath Observer

When you compare your entire life to the simple process of breathing in and out. One of the many observations you'll make during this comparison is that the amount of control you have over your breath is probably the same as that over your life.

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How are you ?

Hi, thank you for 

your interest.

for the time that 

you will invest.

been eating well

getting much rest.

I am staying fit 

not getting stressed.

so that virus 

does not infest.

I am in between

better and best,

by my crazy

life's troughs and crests.

cannot forget

how much I am blessed.

to be able

to manifest.

all every

through self conquest.

sustainable

spirit progressed.

virtues and sins

have been confessed

acknowledging 

to be addressed.

the path of our

life will congest.

to witness dreams

that were repressed.

this reality

is self professed.

too many times

I have guessed.

done the needful

grew wings, built nests.

I learnt on this 

ironic quest.

lived moments that

left me impressed.

mastered facing

what I detest.

sentient cosmos

truly expressed.

universe is

taking requests

consequences

hard to digest.

I am illegal

cause when possessed

Could be reason

for your arrest

gets so hard to

keep it compressed.

eternal love

must be honest.

Injustice for

me to protest.

put my rhyming

word to the test.

sounds like the voice 

of the oppressed

feels like the start

of an unrest

looks like time not 

to be suppressed.

smells like goodness

stoners ingest

taste that will leave 

your mind refreshed

push all buttons

that can be pressed

my lazy me

calls me obsessed.

my reflection.

banging my chest.

we are all mad

its no contest

I laugh too much 

and get depressed.

the end is near 

studies suggest.

the day sun will 

rise from the west.

Simplify reality by making happy accidents