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Love is never enough.

Down he goes,
heart in hand.
sweet slow knife,
and drops of blood on sand.

pain inside the broken ribs,
nothing more gracious but wine and grief.
dancing angels summoning devil,
searching for an escape to relief.

Hunting hopes and happiness to kill,
for bridges burnt down to shaded snow.
promises and words; just jumbled lies,
ever does her hear aches,
and soul begs for cries?

Suffering.

What else the world has to offer?
if not suffering and pain.
The pain is inevitable.
and suffering is optional.”
they said.
but sometimes,
sometimes suffering is necessity.
sometimes suffering is inevitable.
sometimes suffering makes us numb.
sometimes suffering is the only choice.
sometimes.

Lost.

He let his heart burn,
one last time.
for the soul trapped to be free.
thousand tears and infinite scars,
rolling down at hour three.

whiskey smokes,
and mind palace to wander,
trying to find what was never lost.
happiness inside the shell of darkness,
for each smile comes at a cost.

Oh my love.

Tell me; Oh my love,
did you feel the pain too?
or was it just me,
befriending the pain,
and hiding with it away from world.

Tell me; Oh my love,
did you feel the hollowness in your soul?
as you walked out,
while i was bleeding my knees,
for you to stay and you never looked back.

Tell me; Oh my love,
did your heart skip a beat?
reading my words,
with fragrance of wilted rose,
that once made you smile with tears.

Tell me; Oh my love,
do you ever miss me ?
when you walk under the stars,
shadows hiding beneath your feet,
listening our favorite song.

Moved on

My favorite distraction and my worst daydream,

You managed to hurt me down for way too deep.

I will never get to know,

How can u still haunt me at nights?

When I convince myself all day long,

That it’s been way too long and you’ve moved on,

And now she’s a past and that you were left far behind.

I guess that’s where your magic lies,

Hunting me down so deep in the forest;

Of my own world,

Where sun hasn’t touched ground in decades;

Wounding my bare heart with your love,

That it will burn the forest of self worth down,

Burning each last bit of being original me,

And turning into ash that followed you out of this messed up and burnt forest.

Of all the greatest mysteries,

You will remain my favorite one,

Asking myself every time a star sparks,

How did you manage to make me fall so hard for you?

How did I survive the fall?

But it doesn’t matter now, does it?

When you’re so happy that I am afraid to come near you,

When I have stayed in darkness so long,

The sparks of your eyes will blind me again.

Maybe I will just walk away and won’t turn around,

And will pretend to be the strong guy who’s on his own.

But hey, I’ve moved on,

So what if sometimes my heart aches when I hear your name,

I’ve moved on,

Maybe in some years I will forget how you even look,

Maybe tomorrow I will forget the way you smiled,

When first time you held my hand,

So what, if for now,

I remember how your eyes used to light up after meeting me.

I promise I will forget it,

Maybe tomorrow, maybe in coming years,

Maybe I will find someone to share all those moments again,

Maybe she will also hate me later,

Like the way you feel now,

But right now all that matters is,

I’ve moved on.

I apologize,

I will be bothering you with my words,

Every time I feel my heart skipping beat,

Over all those memories that we’ve had,

Till I move on.

But hey, I’ve moved on. 🙂

The battle

Searching peace amidst the chaos,

And setting fire to his world,

Holding bridge for her to cross it safe,

And burning it from other end.

Stretching hands for her to hold it once,

And then pushing​ her miles away.

Screaming loud for the love of her,

And cutting his throat to make no sound.

Destructive war of heart and mind,

And pushing her away to keep her safe.

Insanity…

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It was late that night,

He couldn’t help but remember himself.

The way he used to be,

The way he used to see,

This world from some other eye,

Now he can see all the angels cry.

 

He was there but not anymore,

People can see him but no one knows,

He isn’t the person they are meeting,

He isn’t the one they are looking for,

He is a soldier in the middle of war,

Heart seems winning, brain losing its throne.

 

Search for him in the crowd of fake,

Curse him as long as he can take,

He can take all the blames,

Just shout out his name,

Maybe he forgot to put on the mask,

Maybe for some more scars, she had asked.

 

He must have gone to the same old desert,

Where rains flood the land and flowers love to burn.

Thorns wait at the entrance,

Beneath those bed of rose,

He knew it will hurt,

Still that was the way he chose.

 

Now all he does is walk through and gift her joy,

Of the scars he has and the wounds as teddy toy.             

All she does is decorate the same,

In a place where he hides his memories,

And hugs the pain,

Watching his past freeze, smiling as insane.

 

PS: Dear followers, Sorry for being little inactive. :/  Will try to be active now as much as possible.

PS2: Wrote this few months ago.

Happy New Year *

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Numbers have changed on his calendar pages,
And all the possible ways along,
Seems like he was waiting since ages,
To wake up and write a new song.

Thorns and roses were spread away,
Watching for his feet to bleed,
This new path may served him with glassy way,
But shattered one wasn’t one on to breathe.

Reminded his memories to few minutes ago,
Got back to yesterday,
Where he thought his happiness glows,
And here he is;in a new day.

Took a ride one year back in his mind,
Found the difference between both new year’s eve,
That day was so special and kind,
With someone special holding his sleeve.

This time no one ain’t coming to him,
To hold and wish this day,
Just some numbers have changed;
What’s the difference does that make?

He wanted to call and wish her first,
And wish her the best year ahead,
Afraid of his emotions to get burst,
He allowed his thoughts to be dead.

He prayed for her and striked his pen,
Her initials were engraved over the notes,
By the splashing of ink over the pages,
With teary smile he continued writing quotes.

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PS: Happy new year dear readers…i hope this year to be best for you all.. Have a great time ahead..enjoy as much as you can…:):)

PS1:  wrote it last night…forgot to post..:|

Infinite* :

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I know its been like infinite days,
To hear your laugh,
To see u smile,
To hold your hand,
Or to call u mine…

Days passed..months…nights screamed
Dawns chirped ,
Dusks took deep breaths.
Those breaths couldn’t delay the dark..

Followed with empty stars,
Constellation and the scars,
Engraved in sky near the shadowed moon,
Enough to guide you away from me…

Opposite road, a smooth path,
Was easy for you to choose,
You saw the light rising,
You saw the bright side there,

You forgot that i collected stars,
Without my reach to them,
Burned my hands while i held first,
Still laid thousands in front of you….

You didn’t realised the reason,
Why there was darkness behind my back,
I snatched all the lights and gifted to you,
Till you smiled and tore me away…

Nightmares that shows beautiful dreams,
Scared that none will come true,
You will keep walking and me waiting,
Till my bones rusts and falls in queue..

Here i stay holding my breath,
Looking at those memories we starred,
Looks up to those empty skies,
That still protects our memories in a graveyard…

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