Numb the lights as the moon sings.
Lovers' melody and what the rose brings
Tiny buds embraced by dew
Are they all sending pretty thoughts of you?
Hearts enveloped with a heavenly bliss And I remember the most romantic kiss,
Moving around and yearning for a sweet place
What's more than your embrace?
Ringing bells of spring's air or summer couture,
Mild whispers of our love that's pure
Puts the mood, begins to dance
Would you paint the colours of romance?
Deep within, your tenderness shows.
Inside me, this peaceful feeling grows.
'Tis your voice, your hair, fingers or your smiles,
Or 'tis just your most angelic eyes?
Sparkling pearls will now reveal
Shifting the winds that ever will
Can you just hold the sentimental light And let this love consume the night?
Oh darling, nevermore will the agility expire Unless we keep it burning and guard the fire
Hold my hand and don't let go
Feel my heart and you will know!
Numb the lights as the moon sings.
Lovers' melody and what the rose brings
Tiny buds embraced by dew
Are they all sending pretty thoughts of you?
Hearts enveloped with a heavenly bliss
And I remember the most romantic kiss,
Moving around and yearning for a sweet place
What’s more than your embrace?
Ringing bells of spring’s air or summer couture,
Mild whispers of our love that’s pure
Puts the mood, begins to dance
Would you paint the colours of romance?
Deep within, your tenderness shows.
Inside me, this peaceful feeling grows.
'Tis your voice, your hair, fingers or your smiles,
Or 'tis just your most angelic eyes?
Sparkling pearls will now reveal
Shifting the winds that ever will
Can you just hold the sentimental light
And let this love consume the night?
Oh darling, nevermore will the agility expire
Unless we keep it burning and guard the fire
Hold my hand and don't let go
Feel my heart and you will know!
Amidst kisses, second, fifth, or hundredth,
Lessons unfold, in patterns spun and knit,
Not like the first, a navel's tender pull,
Yet they teach slow needling, love's refined rule.
Whiplash's sting transformed to artful grace,
Desires tempered, a lingering embrace,
Love's inception, a daring, sharp-edged thrust,
Blossoms to discomfort, in time's gentle hush.
From fervent thrill to pangs that subtly creep,
Love's journey through discomfort runs deep,
A nuanced waltz of agony and kiss,
In this intricate dance, resides love's abyss.
It's difficult being someone who feels "Too much" in a world where logic trumps feelings.
We feel "I love you," but say "That's great."
We feel "I miss you," but text "I'll let you know when I'm free."
We feel "I need you," but answer "All good."
We think we are being cool by perpetrating the falsehood that deep feelings are wrong.
admire those who are unapologetically themselves.
Those who hand out their hearts with every interaction, without fear. I aspire to be like them.
If you are someone who feels "Too much," I want you to know that your vulnerability is a gift. It does not make you weak. Don't let them convince you that you are too soft. It is okay to think with your heart. Admirable, even.
Morbid one and I could take photos from my basement
And I could complain that my kernel means blood
And I could always create a parakeet face
And I could insist that it is coherent
I have the prose, sure, and I have the sniff, they say,
But do I have the voice?
Not a melodious voice, but a celestial one, pit and grudge
And even important than the water in my veins
Maybe my blood is nothing but insects of throat
And my face, a devil; painted tragic and grunts
And, my proses are but a pain that surrounds,
Wailing at the cold pyre of who I am, digging embers
It mourns its own demise, it lingers;
The boy who live, the goodness he could be
The worm he became, when he became
A liar, selfish, A failure, A thief. A Beat.
An ugly piece of shit.
Harshit
Lift up the flag on the end of a cloud
While you see the pole, I see you sway
Sway away for you’re unstoppable
Unwinded chaos, strike the sky
While you see the rope I see you sway
The sun can rock the swing, Up and across the sky
For you’re more powerful than you fly
One setback? Right back on track
For we are here to stay
While you see wind, I see us sway
Now. Always;
I want to be scrubbed CLEAN
by the first acid rain of the monsoon
I want to cross a sea of tilled grey fields
Turning green under the film of a dark heaven
I want to feel the quickening beat of my heart
As the rain beats on my windshield
I want to see you again
And, again and again and again
I want to get drunk on the noise of a bar
buzzing like a honeycomb
The assimilated heady smell
Of perfumed bosoms and whiskey'd sweat
Listen to you shout to make a point
Over the cacophony of a thousand chattering mouths
And, sadly, leaving the crowds behind
My Drunken steps, complaining about too much
silence and then making up for by chatting
In a grove under moonlight with squeals and grunts
Uncaring of time, space and death
I want to see my soul again
And again and again and again
16 years, sixteen chronicles
Withstanding odds, adverting circles
Who would’ve thought life would come this far!
While you just let me flee, sixteen bar below the sea
13 years, thirteen years old
Humiliated, spoken around the cause
Did you even understand, Is it buried under the sand?
Words come by, words go beyond sigh
10 Rupees, Ten Fucking rupees
Standing still, childhood tore
Did you foresee, Were those a fun spree?
Scars unseen, coming alive through the teen
0 Impact, Zero Pride
Leaving it all behind, yet grasping it in blind
Who would’ve thought life would come this far!
While you let me flee, Grew up to climb my own tree
There she lies a hundred miles away,
Her heart aglow with silvery voices.
In my dreams she passed by, doesn’t stay,
And plants a kiss, as it pleases.
Jittering with sparkles, she starts to say,
Her touch forgotten, lost in time,
Sharing immaculate and blissful things,
Of realms that glows in eternal thyme.
A longing to hold her, a will of warmth,
And without time, I begin to weave,
In gardens deep and her melodious chasm,
A love that only we can possess!
The days move on regularly, everyday.
Pleasing. Happy. Chaotic. Aggressive. Quiet.
The short burst of life, of meaning, of power
And then it disappears as if it were never there again, Locking us in passages, we merely move with the wind
Yet we like it, disappearing and escaping from the view
Without a trace, Without a thought, Without a memory. The wind playfully pulls us back and forth sometimes
We’re thrown sometimes, We’re tossed sometimes
Yet we glide gracefully in the air
For the days tumble on indistinguishably
From one to the next, on and on a long continuous chain
As the days move on regularly, everyday.
I want to be scrubbed CLEAN
by the first acid rain of the monsoon
I want to cross a sea of tilled grey fields
Turning green under the film of a dark heaven
I want to feel the quickening beat of my heart
As the rain beats on my windshield
I want to see you again
And, again and again and again
I want to get drunk on the noise of a bar
buzzing like a honeycomb
The assimilated heady smell
Of perfumed bosoms and whiskey'd sweat
Listen to you shout to make a point
Over the cacophony of a thousand chattering mouths
And, sadly, leaving the crowds behind
My Drunken steps, complaining about too much
silence and then making up for by chatting
In a grove under moonlight with squeals and grunts
Uncaring of time, space and death
I want to see my soul again
And again and again and again
In shadows deep and dreams aglow,Where starlight weaves its gentle flow,A tale unfolds of hearts that soar,Amidst life's waves and evermore.Oh, cherish self, embrace the core,For in your being, so much more,Than meets the eye or mind's embrace,A universe of wonder and grace.Let self-love bloom in quiet night,A moonlit dance, a guiding light,Through doubts and fears that may arise,You're the sun that paints the skies.Embrace your flaws, your strengths, your soul,A masterpiece, a story whole,Least of all, but first in sight,Live for the heart, your guiding light.