To you

Heyo! There you are!!
Fitting perfectly in the melody of a guitar
So Glamorous, so shiny,
Seriously making me abhor a star!

Your eyes carry the sparks of your glorious past,
Your present self glows from your forgiving heart,
Your ethereal hands bear the lines of your future,
Your aura leaves me totally aghast!

You can make the dead plants bloom,
Turn mishap into fortune,
So blessed am I to have you around,
For every part of yours reflects the goodness in you!

For the best to happen you change your part
Rather than an end, you choose a new start.
I think the music inside me will soon be yours
For in these words I pour my heart!

<3 <3

A loving and trustworthy hand interlocked in yours and the whole world seems right!!

This house is mine
Mine is this car
Everything I have
Even the most bizarre

Beauty I have got
And I have got brains
I will earn money
And soon I will buy trains

I will earn respect
And applause I will own
My certificates and achievements
Will soon be shown

I will buy great homes
And palaces with great domes
I will buy hotels
And innumerous saxophones

Luxury will be mine
The whole world will be mine
But I will never get a complement like you
Sooooo divine!!

The degree of sorrow

If you don’t remember anything good happening, was it because it never had happened? Or just because you didn’t find it good ENOUGH?

Right away I stood there,
As silent as mice
Feeling the gust of air
The absolute surmise.
The surmise of the road
The fear of the staring toad
The loneliness of waters
The feel of a travel by boat !!

I walked on and on and on
The road quiet and awfully scorn.
The immense feeling of asking
Why on this earth was I born?
Quite rightly Earth I didn’t adorn !!

I was at the utmost of self – loathing,
I didn’t want to see myself.
In my veins, pain roaring,
The contagious grief attacks, the minor explodings !!

There is no one sadder than me
My heart not a second did beat nonchalantly
Not a single sign of glee
I wanted to leave my soul, away I wanted to flee!!
O death! Please arrest me!!

I started screaming at the top of my voice
Bellowing with anger, my last choice
I had tripped on a stone
Rising from my body, sinking flies

I got up to tidy my half torn dress
My pain, sorrow and grief suppressed
I felt a thump in my heart ; the least addressed
A bashing striking beat in my chest
In front of me, I saw a very new guest

Half naked she was, eyes filled with blood
Her body was red, stained with mud
Her hair entangled more complexly than a grape vine
There were nails on her feet; a total of nine
Surrounded by atleast ants a thousand
To feed upon her whole body; they were abundant !!

Still in her eyes was a gloomy sparkle
On her skin, a fresh dazzle
There was a feeling of victory in her defeat
The whole forest seemed to be moaning for her !!

She raised up very slightly,
Her hands relaxing the pain in her chest,
Her legs tied in a shackle tightly
Her face lit with an expression of zest.

With the dullest appearance, she seemed the most beautiful to me.
Happiest in the saddest situations one could ever be.

My face danced to display my doubt
And an understanding arose in her snout
And then came her undefinable bout
Which spoke silently ” I have to shout !!”

I nodded my head agreeing to her
I wanted to hear the bravest soul I had ever seen

A broader smile then appeared and in a clear hoarse voice, she said
” Your sadness is a gift. Don’t reject it, don’t rush it. Live it fully and use it as a fuel to change and grow.”

Her mere words changed my thoughts,
An upliftment of spirit they brought.
My loneliness and sorrow were soon shot.
My will suddenly became hypermobile,
Everything seemed warm as if in a cot.
I was ready for an absolute new start !!

Lost in a book


When I have a book in my hand, I lose the track of the world. The air seems still and so does the world. It is just me with my bespectacled eyes staring into my treasure!!

The smell of the pages
The essence of the words
The feeling of a book
Is more free than that of being a bird

Having ink in your blood
Having a scent of literature
Being lost in a book
Is the best place be lost ; I consider

Travelling through a journey of love
Feeling more peaceful than a dove
Celebrating each moment
Inside the warmth of its gloves

Drinking a word on each hiccup
Swallowing warm phrases after each cough
Having a wholesome meal of books
And then giving off burps !!

Books create enchantments
They let you in a new world
Love they embody
Even if in a form, the most absurd.

So if I ever say that I love you the most,

It means that I mistook
You to be a book😁