Pacemaker

 The way Orpheus calmed the oceans tide,

She is a soothing music to ears,

Toughest masterpiece,

Apple of the eye, and

Butterflies to the tummy.

The way Swift entered his heart,

The good in him was better,

The better were the best,

And the best in him got lucid to light her heart.

The scars faded into that light,

They were vivid in their faces,

The guards around his toughened heart,

Now melting by the radiance 

From her inner self,

The image of the person she was meant to be,

Deserved to be,

Now dancing in his eyes.

Cute faces she would make, and 

Blinks she would do;

The way he watches her like;

Palpasa and Drishya,

Jack and Rose,

Fatima and Santiago.

The breeze in the summer,

First sun after a blizzard,

Evening spark of the venus,

Hiding behind the moon;

And the moon now behind the clouds,

Too jealous to reckon her beauty.

The roses in the garden were afraid to bloom

And bees stopped singing,

The hearts now paused and the time would stop

When she gives color to even black and gloom

Her heart wasn't black and blue anymore,

The tender hands of hers now,

Sketches the story she wanted, 

The one she truly deserved 

Earned and awaited 

The lubly dubly tried as they could,

For they knew it was only that matters.

Dreams

 There is a reason are gifted with the ability to dream while sleeping. 

So powerful stories, such motivating, and the infinitely ideal life one might dream about,

Leave you with a touch, a time lapse into what could happen or not, 

A flash about the future you could have, a road about the journeys you would take,

The dreams you have is possible, the dreams you dream are real,

Its yours to make and its yours to shape, one little brick everyday,

There will be castles and there will be ranch, a swift beautiful river on its edge;

The life you dream is yours to make, as is the reason that we do.

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 It surely is a roller coaster, all the things that really do happen,

It surely is a movie, with forever spinoffs and sequels,

I asked the roads i had traveled and the places i had been,

I asked about the memories that were rooted deep down within,

What of the life and the variables that always hit us,

Why the happiness that were once vivid, seem a distant echo now, 

Slowly flatlining into the silent void of just dark emptiness,

Distant tiny point of hope, holding on with a desperation,

She was the moonlight yet i was the moon with scars,

The eclipses that life had had, won without a fight,

Let myself on fire just to keep on holding to the light,

Only grows stronger

 Love based on all the best kinds across the whole universe,

With happiness more than the whole hearts of world combined,

Started a life, liked plucked from a dream, so vivid and nice,

The lovely dubly loved, like they always deserved, so completely intertwined,

Heart and soul, mind and body, feelings and respect all combined,

There live a lovely dubly one, destined to be the best in the kind.

It only grew stronger, when there was distance between us,

When a freely warmly flowing river is cut through the banks, 

Never does it cease, but gains only tributaries,

Only flows wider, only gets the wings, it always deserved.

The love got wide, the love got heavy, but the heart grew too, 

It only grew stronger, the lovely dubly one, knew their life wont be snatched.

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 And yes it was drizzling outside, and the coolness from the breeze when blended with the warmth from her radiating self, it was a disaster.

I peeped at her eyes almost every time. It would be a fleck of seconds but it would take me so inside of her. So sullen her blinks would be, never had I hoped, and so lost I would be yet it was an adventure ride. She would speak and everything was silenced, except the sound of the rain that would mean surplus to her melodious words. 

I could see her speak. Like the words were being carved beautifully in her more recherche neck and sweetened by the lethal lips. So succulent the atmosphere it was, like something planned from the favorite of the dreams.

I had never in my life felt the racing that I had that day. I was way into my memory lanes. If I had my maya meter in the days, I am not sure it was green despite of everything. But now just when her so brilliant eyes blink with the fluttering lids, shadowed beautifully with the right cover of the befitting makeup, it damn right melted me.

Melted where the guards I held up high with the fear of being not valued. Deliquesced where the walls I held up high for personality that was so demeaning..

But there she was with her never wearing eyes watching joyfully at me, simplifying every mainstream irrational principle. 

She was speaking, I got tripped into, yes. I could see her speak, not just were her words, giving me a sense of hearing, it was like my whole cingulated gyrus and amygdala that were hit. It was a communication between all the six senses at once. I say to boo, how surreal it sounds. But it cannot be any less truer. But I wanted to stop her. 

It was almost past evening, like I say, when the sun was sleeping and the stars were just awake. When the first cricket and all the insects started to sing in the garden, and when the moon light was on her lustrous face, and her eyes flawlessly reflecting the slim flame of the candle, and I was melting painlessly but with a rightfully earned warmth from her. And I was taken to the world of my dreams to see her hum about the princess that was inside her. I was stopping her another second. It would be a savior to my innocent self that was fighting a different cute but tough war inside.

I wanted to hold her arm, despite of the verity that it  could give me a shock instead, so much  of beauty like right infront of you, and so much of cuteness tangled with right sweetness. In a speckle of moment, when there was the right beam on her face, and the right stars in the sky, when the redness on her glowing face was not red anymore, and the cheeks were tending a affectionate dimple, I gathered my leftover nerve and a heart more adoring than of poor romeo’s

It was only 5 cm distant our eyes were, and some 30 cm distant our hearts were, I held her soft nippy hands and that was when the whole universe stopped. Too intricate it was when everything stopped right when we were pitch locked, like the rains were held us above our head waiting;  Moon and stars weren’t blinking, eyes wide open, the crickets were silent and silent were our hearts, escaping beats, then it was when we were eye to eye, heart to heart, and whole real universe was waiting, except one person who could and did ruin it, the supposedly supporting waiter disturbed to bring us the ice-cream when we already were about to finish our first bite of it already.

One kind of love

 “I cannot love you back the way you love me. You will never have that place in my heart.”

“Not even for today?”

“No never”

“So you want me to leave?”

“No, i value your presence”

“But you cannot acknowledge that you want to love me too”

“Not that kind of love”

“But there are no kinds of love”

My kind of Love

 My kind of love

I know obviously that they don’t like it,

But not the reason why I never say,

My dearest, I would bring stars for you,

Not because they would say its cheesy and cheesy is nice, okay

Not because they don’t like to be praised, but they think fairytales are only fantasies.

I wouldn’t say I would bring stars, because I don’t have to say,  cuz I would!

Yes the stars and all the exquisiteness the universe has,

My kind of love is my kind my love. 

Fairytales aren’t fantasies and where fantasies are lived by!

When Orpheus calms the oceans’ tide, with the silver strings,

Such would be, when my love would find you.

And when my love would find you,

It will be like nothing old, or parallel, you’d fail your every prejudice,

That starts like a sun after a snowfall,

Like a thousand bullets of soft rose petals

Falling all over you, while you are pushed in a bed of rose,

At first it would be weird, yes, but the petals would still fall,

Like a curtain of rain, tumbling on your lips competing with the suppleness it has,

And then you would know that was only a hi,

A hi from the hero of his untold story, still the roses would not stop,

My kind of love will literally take you to the moon,

Not just because it comes in a silver spoon

It will make you dance, not just in your favorite song,

But also your favorite dress, right below the sky,

But still in the moon, with the same smile you are wearing now,

The hugs we would share, then I would whisper you are a goddess,

And mean in every way known to man, and if you’d ask how?

You would look me in my eyes; you would know you are no less,

Like a baby volcano with chocolate lava, ready to explode softly,

And when the surprise band plays molto allegro, 

Won’t you then know I was not lying? 

I was not lying about the dance in the moon, 

I wasn’t lying about the ring I would make from stars,

The ring that forged when they burned with jealousy,

World had not witnessed a rose petal rain, nor glimpse the dance in the moon,

But then it’s my kind of love, true to only the ones who believe.

She who has it all

 who has it all ,

Like thousand lightenings, so soft to your heart that was solitary, hit me when i behold those so smart eyes of hers. It could be pages just about those deep eyes that had seen and felt the real meaning of live and its essence. In a line, those eyes when I literally wandered for minutes without blinks were giving me tachycardia that were nothing but by the beautiful voice of hers .

Was it enough ? Her eyes, which instead of vision, set me blank, for a moment, all i wished were the people around to vanish so that all my senses would feel wud be only about her. I wanted to be only surrounded by her, her and only her fragrance to be felt and only by me. Because i dont know.

Helina, its been so long that i have been blank with a question so vague as such. But I convinced myself with her unsaid answers of blinks and smiles which i hoped and believed were meant to make me feel her presence.

How much can a perfect human being can enjoy? Or talk about life? Or just wonder and get lost for even few hours from this traumatic shallow conservative people. You seem to be doing it in the bestest of the ways.

And then her neck, i dont know and fear if its reprehensible that i admire her neck. It was something. Infact still i am sweats but havent been able to say how splendiferous those fair skin that were crawling inside her clavicle as if those made in so much of leisures with all the heavenly artwork. She is so perfect to her every curves and just like her name , lucid are the manners that she keeps and gentle are the emotions that she expresses.

The girl with the red hair

 The girl with the red hair

Red is the warmest of all the colors, i remember when i had read about colors. And just like Marcus zusak described the essence of colors, she was there, like ever, radiating and leaving everything around her so meaningless and selfless, like she had had taken all the life around. Still the liveliness that came out of her self was too less combined.

 It wasn’t always red. And she wasn’t always warm. They could only see the coldness that came out of the lethal looks she had, but no one knew she was naturally so red, more of pink, with shades of orange. And how right it was when she opened her inner expressions through the colors she now wanted to show. They never knew it came out of years of suppression of her gentleness and the calmness that hid beneath those black yet shiny and little messy curls.

 Everything began making sense.

Everything started to have meanings.

 The red seemed maroon at times, and the red seemed crimson the other times, but it was so perfect all the way. Perfect in the sense that reflected her attitude. And her attitude alone would be a different literal epic which warrants hours of hard work just to pen it down.

 Yet the red so much righteously reflecting her attitude. She is something everyone wanted to be and no one could master. She is the gravity of moon that would cause tsunami upon the deep seas of earth. She is the pressure difference that if disturbed would cause a hurricane. She is never to be messed with, only to be wrapped always in a velvety fur and rested in bed of roses, red.

The face she makes, the gestures she has, the expressions that she gives, and the kinds of smiles she shades. It undermines Zuckerburg’s emojis and demands the attention of Cumberbatch.

 And when the red in her hair, matched the red in her luscious lips, it would pause and stop and hurt even the ones who were supposed to be strong, would melt even the ones who were supposed to be cold, would color even the ones who were supposed to be all black and white.

 She was a swan, she was a bird, she was a human, only so colorful, just like her hair, red.

I would

 It was the bestest of times, i said to the great,

I would rush at late nights, and in cold, i’d sweat,

To be the one, able and right, to be the one thats just so bright,

The kind of one, that she would even sing;

The kind of one, that he had recurring dream?

The years that would come, with new to bring always

The years became months, month became days,

The memoirs of her, forever now remains,

Roots beyond wish, and beyond wish she sees me,

When i break a smile, or would cover up in pains,

Charming attitude, dimple cheeks sprinkled with warm nevus; damn pretty is she!!

Red and black

 It was faded, all the colors that i wore,

The sharpness of my eyes, to the charm that i bore,

At the end of the tunnel, saw i a light;

Had a shape of human, slender and bright,

Exiled were the dark days, with betrays and lies,

Days that would come to butterfly-kiss those tender eyes,

Those eyes that spoke, from heart fragile and young,

Spoke to me words of joy, of days that we long,

To be below the sky, beside fires that burn

So vidid your face i’d see, even fades away the sun,

The words from her luscious lips, soft and slow;

Slower was her attitude, swift was her flow,

The guards she held up, weakened soft of my care,

Care that’s selfless & just, with my love to share 😋

Romeo and Juliet

 

She was the needed calm, after the dark chaos,

The scary tide of pain, that comes and goes,

Gave peace to the quakes, that reside the heart,

And when she came, brought joy a lot.

But she knew, it was calm before the storm,

And she knew , the tides of tears would surely return,

The poor heart, why always wanted to smile?

She was a beautiful pink lotus, amidst all the vile.

The wings of the heart, were just starting to expand,

Was about to fly high, to warm Shakespeare's land,

Oh Juliet, why regret all the shady past?

Oh Juliet, why worry, the uncertain tomorrow?

In a flick of time, Juliet, drained all the sorrow.

All the tears that he'd seen, didn't teach him the guts,

All the vacant screams he did, never touched no hearts,

Poor Romeo, sadly only knew, one way to live,

With no thoughts and space, he had, only pure love to give.

Burn a candle twice

 In her dark emptiness, he burned,

To keep her showing like the way,

The northern star, but now it fades;

When the heart not accepting the way,

How all in universe has en expiry date.

In the cold and numb evenings he burned,

To keep her warm, the way,

Her wide chest, safeguards her heart.

Through autumn and winter he learned,

Her heart was never to be tamed,

However they wanted to stop,

His heart tried a way to start.

Everyday he burnt through all,

But the cold and dark inside her heart,

Somewhat immune to the light and warmth.

Was a pillow to her neck and blanket to cuddle,

When the heart not accepting the way;

How, all in her life were expendable!

Like a candle he burnt,

Slowly melting away,

The warmth his heart had to offer,

Glaciers would melt but she would not,

Only reckoning when the candle dies,

Only when it turns to a pile of wax.

The heart now aches and the lungs now burn,

Throat is dry and the spines too cold,

And when she opens her eyes at last,

Only sees his heart, turned to ash.

She tried to hug the image thats left,

And screams all of his names,

Tears and rain, now wouldn’t suffice,

To erase all his tender wounds,

Now her heart not accepting the way,

How you cannot, burn a candle twice.