What is looked at,
is what seen,
the vision of your love,
the depth of your soul,
while traversing through thick and thin
along with me.
The gestures you put forth,
the actions you coursed,
spoke for itself;
Silently, yet loud enough,
every inch of my heart, in your name.
Distancing from superficiality,
diving into divinity,
soulful, peaceful and pious,
is what I found,
being loved by you.
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My lonely hand,
found a companion,
when you held it,
the first time.
It sends quiver of love,
down my spine,
every single time,
I’m graced by your touch.
A balance of yes and no.
Knowing the difference between
a confident yes,
and a courageous no,
with an absolute control over both,
is the real wisdom as much a real challenge,
And the secret to no regrets.
I don’t care
for what is there,
in this life or beyond,
I’m content, always.
In your presence,
are spent my days,
And when you are not,
the thought of you,
keeps me alive, and sane.
As in life, in death too,
Lay by my side,
honouring me to wake, and
sleep next to you.
Always, till my breathes complete.
I find you in the words I put on paper,
taking a form of the poetry that I hold dearest.
I find you in the colours I fill under the curved lines,
depicting vividly a picture of you and I, closest;
Together, loving each other.
Pain is symphony
played in the darkest of hours
in your heart
refusing to show,
its real face in crowds
It knows, they won’t understand,
and what remains misunderstood,
that leaves the heart vulnerable,
at their mercy
And that, is the horrifying reality.
I am not a broken heart.
I am not a sad prose,
I am not a delicate rose,
I am not the finished letters that remained unsent.
I am not the way I leave.
I am not needed to be handled.
and I definitely am nobody’s fault.
I’m raw, fearless to express what’s in my heart
I’m my own existence,
I’m my own magic,
I’m my own choices,
I’m my own saviour.
Liberating it is,
to let go of the expectations
accepting the life in its pure form
believing in its transient nature
separating the observation from preconception
knowing that destiny exists, it acts,
but only when you do;
its just a secondary character in your story.
Welcoming spontaneity along with planning,
cause flexibility is the truest sign of wisdom.
Embracing the pain of leaving a place, where your work is done
and looking ahead to the new places where you have to be.
Taking the lessons learnt from a previous journey,
and entering a new one, for many more to be added.
Accepting who you are,
taking the responsibility of your actions,
And just keep moving,
one step a day, one moment at a time.
And that, in truest sense is liberation. Isn’t it?
I was lost
in the dark alleys,
of my gravest fears
until you came along
made me realise,
the light was always within me,
while I was looking else where for the brightness.
and that the magic is my own existence,
while I was hoping for some miracle to come my way.