My heart is a building/ memories blow/ like the wind/ Seekers shall find home in my bones/ My skin shall always relive the moments here/ even if I go blind/
I draw hearts/ on the glass/ that shelters dew drops/ for love is all I know/ And to embrace the pain/ is no weakness/ For You shall grow/ only when You know/
In the hallways/ wander hearts/ romanticising pain/ In the name of art/ ~Ignorant~ you don’t have to turn blue/ everytime/ to know that you’re alive/ Art is apposite/ soulful/ And a smile/ can work wonders/ too/
My poems/ doorways to melancholy/ Past those/ hides/ a happy me/
I am very fortunate to stick around here for this long time and of course it’s all because ALL OF YOU. Thank you very much for believing in my words and staying here. Your constant support keep me going.
I changed my blog URL this August ( in first week) and due to drastic changes I lost all my will and hopes to blog anymore. But after being in constant touch with WordPress happiness engine, effort of the team and unbelievable support and faith of Sumeet I am able to see changes and my blog is getting better day by day. So, if you’re seeing this post, do let me know if you can comment and like , if not please let me know about the same via Gmail.
Like I said last year, I love being on WordPress, hoping to meet y’all next year same day.
Reblogging/ re-posting this, because my reach ( along with visibility of blog to people) and will to write here, is messed.
I once heard someone say The world inside your head is barren, But I brush that thought away For who they are to think they know. The spring came but I failed to fix the gloom For in corners of my mind, the thought grew bit by bit, I’m trapped; For my own skin no […]
Hello beautiful people, I’m feeling disconnected from blog and this September I’m about to complete 2 years on WordPress. So to keep me going I invite you for words/ prompts you want me to write on and I’ll post poems/rants out of them till October. You can send suggestions by commenting on this post or you can mail the prompts too ( via contact option). I’ll start posting them from next Saturday i.e 08/08/2020. Thank you for your patience and immense love. I love y’all ❤️
If my poems were women they will love you till one of us is out of blood, will make flowers out of your flesh and bury the remnants in the mud. They will drag you to the top of hills and dare you jump off without second thought there must be moments of pretty love but wild hearts is all that I have got. No, my poems won’t read you books for to learn something you need to gain, I don’t promise to bring you stars for them,leaving the moon can be pain. Either there can be moments of deafening silence or subtle words shouting on my skin, my poems do not believe in good all they know is to sin.
I have heard people complaining about writers not writing their whole heart, always trying to hide some part. And I have seen people trying to explore the unknown; like writers are not people, like they are not their own. And I always think why is that so after all? So here I’m putting my whole heart (with all the pieces) in this poem and now This poem is whole.
If I was a writer I’d write you love letters perfectly folded in the scent of wind hidden under the silk sheets from me to you it can be a gift. And I’d dip my pen in your hair to check the length of your curls and to steal the ink from you; Your skin is a rainbow. And I’d steal all your worries like the rain and store away the stuff that steal your smile; the thing you label as pain. But I read somewhere that pen is a writer’s sword and I can’t harm the one I adore the most So I won’t pretend to be a writer and will sit here hoping you’re falling in love with me , almost?