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98118-42292, 90340-06808 AARNA GALHOTRA
Vibes of My Soul Vibes
Author: Aarna Galhotra of
Copyright © 2020 Dr Abhiruchi Galhotra
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Vibes of My Soul Vibes
Author: Aarna Galhotra of
Copyright © 2020 Dr Abhiruchi Galhotra
E-mail : [email protected]
Your Soul
Mob. : +91 8518881711 (Whatsapp)
Book Compiler: K.C. Sethi
Transit through
Coffee Table Book (English), (Hard Bound)
ISBN: 978-81-947386-9-5 your heart
Price: ` 2000.00
US Dollar: $50, €45, £40
Pictures' Courtesy: Pixabay.com, Pexel.com
to reach
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED :
your thoughts,
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photo
copying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission from the publisher. Pictures &
Photographs Courtesy Pexel.com & Pixabay.com and other Providers.
To reflect
Published by:
THE POETRY SOCIETY OF INDIA your inner image,
H-23/16, DLF Phase-I,
Gurugram - 122 002 (Haryana), India
& to sound
Phone : 0124-4054392
Typeset by : www.atozwebguru.com
Email : [email protected]
[email protected] your body language
Book Available at : www.amazon.in, www.amazon.com, www.flipkart.com
Branch Office : Yayati Madan G Gandhi Group of Publications
nd
24-25, 2 Floor, Lajpat Rai Market, Opp. Elite Cinema, Railway Road, Hisar-125001
M : 98118-42292
K.C. Sethi (Compiler)
Printers & Distributor : PRINTOGRAPHIC
st
24-25, 1 Floor, Lajpat Rai Market, Opp. Elite Cinema, Railway Road, Hisar-125001
M : 90340-06808
“Granddaughters are draped in dignity, designed in diligence and "Diamonds are forever, So are Daughters"
delineated in divinity.”
I am extremely pleased and proud to write a Foreword to 'Vibes of my Soul', an
Dear readers, anthology of 44 poems by Aarna Galhotra.
We welcome you to our beloved granddaughter, Aarna’s first pictorial I didn't give birth to Aarna, she gave birth to me. Aarna means Goddess Laxmi, she
coffee table book,‘Vibes of my Soul’. We, as grandparents have seen her is more than a Goddess to me. Her troubled teens translated her anger, fear and love
gibberish talks as a baby turn into stammered syllables as an infant, clearly into verses vibrating the voraciousness of her soul. She may have grown but she is
uttered words as an adolescent and now vast expanses of deep thoughts on eternally mine. The first word she spelled was 'naughty', which indeed she is. She
the paper. Aarna empowers us, completes us, enthralls us, imitates us, troubles me more now than she used to, as a child. Her endless hunt for perfection,
nurtures us and teaches us, but most importantly she loves us. ‘Sweetheart’, her skilfull persuasion , her carefree tantrums, her ever ready witty remarks for all
as she likes to be addressed, is indeed very sweet in her words and actions. the weirdness that dwells in this world coupled with her unsurpassable sentimental
attachment to her outfits make her a deadly combination and in her own words,
Her general tendency towards exploration and quest for the true meaning of
'The Boss Lady'.
life and her connection with this universe has motivated her to express it in
literary form. Her poetry is the manifestation of her ability to persist, then I don't claim for these poems to be perfect, but I hope that they inspire some sort of
melt down and surrender herself and be one with the creation. emotion, be it happiness, disgust, fear, glee, love or anger. Despite this warning of
imperfection, I hope you may enjoy it and form a treasure trove of ideas, optimism
We wish this young girl, all the successes in life. May she continue to work
and dreams.
hard, as she always has and touch the highest attainments of her potential.
I extend my best wishes to Aarna, for daring to step beyond the conventional and
Happy Reading!
laying bare the intricacies of her soul.
Mrs Manju Galhotra & Dr Ramesh Galhotra
And now the madness begins…
(Nani-Nanu)
Aarna looks - like
Abhiruchi
“Granddaughters are draped in dignity, designed in diligence and "Diamonds are forever, So are Daughters"
delineated in divinity.”
I am extremely pleased and proud to write a Foreword to 'Vibes of my Soul', an
Dear readers, anthology of 44 poems by Aarna Galhotra.
We welcome you to our beloved granddaughter, Aarna’s first pictorial I didn't give birth to Aarna, she gave birth to me. Aarna means Goddess Laxmi, she
coffee table book,‘Vibes of my Soul’. We, as grandparents have seen her is more than a Goddess to me. Her troubled teens translated her anger, fear and love
gibberish talks as a baby turn into stammered syllables as an infant, clearly into verses vibrating the voraciousness of her soul. She may have grown but she is
uttered words as an adolescent and now vast expanses of deep thoughts on eternally mine. The first word she spelled was 'naughty', which indeed she is. She
the paper. Aarna empowers us, completes us, enthralls us, imitates us, troubles me more now than she used to, as a child. Her endless hunt for perfection,
nurtures us and teaches us, but most importantly she loves us. ‘Sweetheart’, her skilfull persuasion , her carefree tantrums, her ever ready witty remarks for all
as she likes to be addressed, is indeed very sweet in her words and actions. the weirdness that dwells in this world coupled with her unsurpassable sentimental
attachment to her outfits make her a deadly combination and in her own words,
Her general tendency towards exploration and quest for the true meaning of
'The Boss Lady'.
life and her connection with this universe has motivated her to express it in
literary form. Her poetry is the manifestation of her ability to persist, then I don't claim for these poems to be perfect, but I hope that they inspire some sort of
melt down and surrender herself and be one with the creation. emotion, be it happiness, disgust, fear, glee, love or anger. Despite this warning of
imperfection, I hope you may enjoy it and form a treasure trove of ideas, optimism
We wish this young girl, all the successes in life. May she continue to work
and dreams.
hard, as she always has and touch the highest attainments of her potential.
I extend my best wishes to Aarna, for daring to step beyond the conventional and
Happy Reading!
laying bare the intricacies of her soul.
Mrs Manju Galhotra & Dr Ramesh Galhotra
And now the madness begins…
(Nani-Nanu)
Aarna looks - like
Abhiruchi
"The soul dwells where logic cannot reach, flows where rationale can't reside and grows where "This is her time, she will not only climb the mountains, she will move them too."
vehemence can't visit." So often you find that the students you are trying to inspire are the ones who end up inspiring you. Perhaps this is the true joy of being a teacher. And what greater joy than
Greetings! penning praise for Aarna, a student whom I have seen blossoming over the years that I have known her. As I look back on the countless classroom hours, contemplative
conversations and zealous writing sessions, I see how far she has come, the giant strides she has made, the patience and persistence that resonates with her well deserved
It is with immense pleasure that I offer my commendation to Aarna for her first one-of-a-kind pictorial
coffee table book, 'Vibes of my soul'. success today.
The ink says what the tongue cannot, unravels what the spirit cannot and culminates what the soul cannot. True alchemists do not change lead into gold. They change
In my 3 years of acquaintance with her, she has distinguished herself with not only a phenomenal
world into words. Indeed, words are our most inexhaustible source of magic. Aarna, perhaps, was born with the wand that weaves this poetry of prestidigitation. In the
academic record but also through her stellar contribution to the school's literary pursuits.
years that I have known her in my capacity as her teacher of English, I have noticed Aarna's industrious enterprise, honest commitment and most of all, her deep love for
Through this collection of 44 poems crafted with delicate workmanship, she has skilfully cultivated the language. This love has shined through in all her engagements at school, and it is laudable that she has taken flight, with both wings in perfect balance.
seeds of her passion to touch your soul, render warmth to your heart and lend a fresh perspective to your
Man's whims, fantasies and ambitions are but a game of hide and seek, with thought and language being its seasoned players. Man suppresses his thoughts, only to reveal
mind. The complex and stark realities of life, when conveyed through the innocent and simplistic
them in his language, the language nourishes his thought only to conceal it deep down in his mind.
approach of a 17 year old become all the more heart touching. One is roused to emotion by the melodic
Through the verses in these pages, Aarna has portrayed the tenderness, weakness, strength and conviction of the human heart. The poems symbolically convey the deeper
nature of these verses and compelled to advance thinking to a deeper level of understanding. The
meaning of life, eternal nature of art in all forms and purity that exists in human endearment. The rich literary expressions add beauty to the thought and offer immense
extravagance of the affectionate human to human relationship is magnificently spelled out through her
joy and relief. She seeks love in all its magnificence and mysterious charm, only to realise that love is what completes and fulfils her, it is something which resides inside
poetry. Man's quest for a purpose in life, his longing for a blissful moment of silence and his yearning
her, not in what allures her momentarily. She loses herself, to be one with the universe and then the cosmos and her poems are two entities but one being. The 'vibes of her
for the ultimate abode of love are well conveyed through these rhymes.
soul' indeed rhyme perfectly in her poems.
I wish all the best to this young poetess, whose soul strives to find utterance through the ink of her pen .
May nature bless dear Aarna benevolently, as she readies herself to venture into the world and explore it through the sparkle that shines through her soul. May her passion
Sr. Principal that simmers within lead her to her true purpose.
Ms. Vineeta Arora
I lend my accolades and appreciation to her.
Bhavan Vidyalaya, Chandigarh
Ms. Divya S. Rajagopalan
Teacher of English, Bhavan Vidyalaya, Chandigarh
"The soul dwells where logic cannot reach, flows where rationale can't reside and grows where "This is her time, she will not only climb the mountains, she will move them too."
vehemence can't visit." So often you find that the students you are trying to inspire are the ones who end up inspiring you. Perhaps this is the true joy of being a teacher. And what greater joy than
Greetings! penning praise for Aarna, a student whom I have seen blossoming over the years that I have known her. As I look back on the countless classroom hours, contemplative
conversations and zealous writing sessions, I see how far she has come, the giant strides she has made, the patience and persistence that resonates with her well deserved
It is with immense pleasure that I offer my commendation to Aarna for her first one-of-a-kind pictorial
coffee table book, 'Vibes of my soul'. success today.
The ink says what the tongue cannot, unravels what the spirit cannot and culminates what the soul cannot. True alchemists do not change lead into gold. They change
In my 3 years of acquaintance with her, she has distinguished herself with not only a phenomenal
world into words. Indeed, words are our most inexhaustible source of magic. Aarna, perhaps, was born with the wand that weaves this poetry of prestidigitation. In the
academic record but also through her stellar contribution to the school's literary pursuits.
years that I have known her in my capacity as her teacher of English, I have noticed Aarna's industrious enterprise, honest commitment and most of all, her deep love for
Through this collection of 44 poems crafted with delicate workmanship, she has skilfully cultivated the language. This love has shined through in all her engagements at school, and it is laudable that she has taken flight, with both wings in perfect balance.
seeds of her passion to touch your soul, render warmth to your heart and lend a fresh perspective to your
Man's whims, fantasies and ambitions are but a game of hide and seek, with thought and language being its seasoned players. Man suppresses his thoughts, only to reveal
mind. The complex and stark realities of life, when conveyed through the innocent and simplistic
them in his language, the language nourishes his thought only to conceal it deep down in his mind.
approach of a 17 year old become all the more heart touching. One is roused to emotion by the melodic
Through the verses in these pages, Aarna has portrayed the tenderness, weakness, strength and conviction of the human heart. The poems symbolically convey the deeper
nature of these verses and compelled to advance thinking to a deeper level of understanding. The
meaning of life, eternal nature of art in all forms and purity that exists in human endearment. The rich literary expressions add beauty to the thought and offer immense
extravagance of the affectionate human to human relationship is magnificently spelled out through her
joy and relief. She seeks love in all its magnificence and mysterious charm, only to realise that love is what completes and fulfils her, it is something which resides inside
poetry. Man's quest for a purpose in life, his longing for a blissful moment of silence and his yearning
her, not in what allures her momentarily. She loses herself, to be one with the universe and then the cosmos and her poems are two entities but one being. The 'vibes of her
for the ultimate abode of love are well conveyed through these rhymes.
soul' indeed rhyme perfectly in her poems.
I wish all the best to this young poetess, whose soul strives to find utterance through the ink of her pen .
May nature bless dear Aarna benevolently, as she readies herself to venture into the world and explore it through the sparkle that shines through her soul. May her passion
Sr. Principal that simmers within lead her to her true purpose.
Ms. Vineeta Arora
I lend my accolades and appreciation to her.
Bhavan Vidyalaya, Chandigarh
Ms. Divya S. Rajagopalan
Teacher of English, Bhavan Vidyalaya, Chandigarh
CONTENTS
Name Page No. Name Page No.
A Letter To Myself 12 Not Yours Anymore 44
At The Very First Sight 13 My World 45
2019-20 14-15 Soulmate 46
Abandoned Dreams 16-17 The Art Of Your Love 47
Badge Of Honour 18 Why Did You Go? 48-49
Result 19 Trapped In Lies 50
My Bare Feet 20 To Whom Do I Belong? 51
ENCOMIUM
Because I Love Him 21 The Truth 52
I feel honoured to write an Encomium on Miss Aarna Galhotra and her pictorial poetry being framed in a beautiful coffee table book,
Detained 22 Test 53
"Vibes of My Soul" . It is a matter of great pride for her mother, grand parents, relatives, teachers and friends who feel overwhelmed with
Calamity 23 The Summit 54 publishing a pictorial poetry coffee table book by Aarna Galhotra at the age of 17 years. What a wonderful surprise she has given!
Criminal 24-25 That Not So 'Gentle' Man 55 While drafting her coffee table book, I had gone through some of her beautiful poems those are intensely rooted in her soul rather they are
Deeply Loved 26-27 Tears Don 't Lie 56-57 spontaneously combusted and burnt without flames. We can feel the clouds of smoke swinging round her verses which look burning
inside; slowly but deeply. On other hand, some of her poems speak of love, peace and humanity; the need of time and of people of the
For The Love Of You 28 Surrendered Heart 58-59
land.
Him 29 Silent Love 60-61
She needles her thought in heart felt manner and makes you feel as if you were present in her verses. A sense of belongingness is always
From Repression To Expression 30-31 The Wrong Size 62-63 felt in her words.
Incomplete Love 32 A Piece Of You 64 Her poems are wonderfully painted with colours of silence. We can see them flowing smoothly in their own steps without making a
The Tryst 33 Better Luck Next Time 65 break in its ideology and sweetness of rhyme but somewhere sprinkle gloom shower upon her thoughts and themes those can be seen in
surface of some of her verses.
Is It Worse? 34-35 89 Words 66
Some of her compositions speak of bitter truth of life that affects one's heart, mind and soul. I am highly impressed to see her internal
My Teacher 36 Honour 67
maturity that makes me feel as if she were born to be a poet. Her poems are felt at heart and we have to go through them at least twice to
Perfect 37 Yesterday 68 find hidden truth behind her thoughts.
Nothing Without You 38-39 I am very happy to be part of her graceful pictorial poetry binder by this blooming poet and wish her more success in life.
Shape Of A Lady 40-41 K C Sethi
Patron,
Sentiments 42
World Pictorial Poetry & Art Forum(C)
Seasoned Player 43
CONTENTS
Name Page No. Name Page No.
A Letter To Myself 12 Not Yours Anymore 44
At The Very First Sight 13 My World 45
2019-20 14-15 Soulmate 46
Abandoned Dreams 16-17 The Art Of Your Love 47
Badge Of Honour 18 Why Did You Go? 48-49
Result 19 Trapped In Lies 50
My Bare Feet 20 To Whom Do I Belong? 51
ENCOMIUM
Because I Love Him 21 The Truth 52
I feel honoured to write an Encomium on Miss Aarna Galhotra and her pictorial poetry being framed in a beautiful coffee table book,
Detained 22 Test 53
"Vibes of My Soul" . It is a matter of great pride for her mother, grand parents, relatives, teachers and friends who feel overwhelmed with
Calamity 23 The Summit 54 publishing a pictorial poetry coffee table book by Aarna Galhotra at the age of 17 years. What a wonderful surprise she has given!
Criminal 24-25 That Not So 'Gentle' Man 55 While drafting her coffee table book, I had gone through some of her beautiful poems those are intensely rooted in her soul rather they are
Deeply Loved 26-27 Tears Don 't Lie 56-57 spontaneously combusted and burnt without flames. We can feel the clouds of smoke swinging round her verses which look burning
inside; slowly but deeply. On other hand, some of her poems speak of love, peace and humanity; the need of time and of people of the
For The Love Of You 28 Surrendered Heart 58-59
land.
Him 29 Silent Love 60-61
She needles her thought in heart felt manner and makes you feel as if you were present in her verses. A sense of belongingness is always
From Repression To Expression 30-31 The Wrong Size 62-63 felt in her words.
Incomplete Love 32 A Piece Of You 64 Her poems are wonderfully painted with colours of silence. We can see them flowing smoothly in their own steps without making a
The Tryst 33 Better Luck Next Time 65 break in its ideology and sweetness of rhyme but somewhere sprinkle gloom shower upon her thoughts and themes those can be seen in
surface of some of her verses.
Is It Worse? 34-35 89 Words 66
Some of her compositions speak of bitter truth of life that affects one's heart, mind and soul. I am highly impressed to see her internal
My Teacher 36 Honour 67
maturity that makes me feel as if she were born to be a poet. Her poems are felt at heart and we have to go through them at least twice to
Perfect 37 Yesterday 68 find hidden truth behind her thoughts.
Nothing Without You 38-39 I am very happy to be part of her graceful pictorial poetry binder by this blooming poet and wish her more success in life.
Shape Of A Lady 40-41 K C Sethi
Patron,
Sentiments 42
World Pictorial Poetry & Art Forum(C)
Seasoned Player 43
SOPHISTICATED VERSES WITH SUBLIME TOUCHES The beginning is always the hardest. To begin is to bless the past, to begin is to burn the hesitation, to begin is to breathe in
acceptance and exhale reluctance. As you turn the pages of this book, a voyage begins. And wanderlust forces you to indulge in
Honourable poet's Aarna's 44 poems take the readers through an aesthetic journey of literary flourishment. immersive travel, travel for sheer pleasure. You shall now depart on the journeys that ramble inside me, in seas and skies beyond
These 44 poems represent many emotional vibes of ups and downs and ebbs and flows. These poems are known the human reach.
for their dexterity, rooted-ness, lovely presentation, incredible versatility, innate positive stances, inherent Greetings!
potentiality, profound thought processes, immaculate beauty, enduring ideas, creative skillfulness and unique
I extend my gratitude to you, my readers, for allowing me to present before you a piece of my soul, 'Vibes'. Poetry for me is not a
competency. As I have gone through these poems, I have spotted certain endeavoring traits synonymous with pastime, but a pilgrimage. Language is my latibule. My blood, my sweat, my tears evaporate into an aromatic elixir of alphabets. I
these poems. They are inhale the ambrosial scent of the ink. The tip of the pen translates my sensibilities into scripts so replete of sentiments. The rivers
A Resplendent Inclination Towards Life. that meander gently through the meadows of my heart, flood words on the paper. Each poem is a mirror, reflecting an aspectabund
me, a side of me lesser known to the world, a me who thinks these lyrics to be definitions of my dignity, diligence and
These 44 poems dwell upon intense subjective emotions and passions intermixed with imagination of the free determination.
wielding kind. The life comes a full circle during the course of these poems wherein the processes of introspection, The scintillating night sky that somniates the world, soothes me into wandering to an oasis of serenity. The moonlight radiating
fame, despondency, touch and go mentality, the exploration of various experiences of different wavelengths, the through the clouds of mist in my mind, arise memories. The semblance of ordinary pulls me to make it resemble the extraordinary.
exposition to universal affection, the introduction to the world of reclusive nature to a world of holistic Just the way, the clouds release the raindrops, my reveries give birth to imagination, which flows straight from my heart giving
egalitarianism and the downside to the concept of love are gone through with a mind set of learning pedigree. immense relief, this purgation is purification, it is catharsis, it is gratification. The most attractive of all lures for me is writing, for it
gives voice to my silence through the lips of the pen.
Indomitable Energy Scale.
My anger, my love, my hatred, my jealousy, my dreams, my sacrifice, my struggle, my trust, my hope have the key of my spirit that opens the doors of language. When
The life is salvaged from a down and out status and hoisted to a level of deeper understanding in a fair and square manner. The heart seeks that perfection there is no distinction between the reality and distortion, poetry rescues me. Poetry joins the pieces of my broken heart, it heals the pains that no healer can. There is no
out there in the universe but the fickle-minded nature weighs down the self. The search for that true love is resorted to but the real love can be attained medicine like writing, no rest like expression, no lustration like making the words rhyme. Traversing the distance from abstraction to concretisation is the most relieving.
through detachment rather than attachment. The lamentations are only transitory and life does have the depth of strength to overcome all difficulties and Rain and feelings have an intimate connection. The seraphic breeze brings with itself splendour. The raindrops, their majestic descent from the heavens, infuse in me
obstacles confronted by it. The life is a roller coaster ride of so many turbulence and turmoil but at the end it reaches the calm shores of creativity. inspiration, and the urge to write. Emotions know no borders, they travel beyond the barriers of time and space. The creation of a literary piece takes place neither at the
physical level, nor at the mental level, but at a 'third level', the awareness of which can be attained by those few, who write not by compulsion but for satisfaction. I strive
Discernment Through Experiences.
to reach that stage of fulfilment, where thoughts align with words, words with truth and truth with accomplishment.
The existential dilemma encountered in life is set aside by ushering in the big picture to life in general. When, the mind is settled, it realises that the truth Specification is your only limitation. Trying to measure yourself by the dimensions of this world is the most shattering, unpleasant and demoralising of all experiences.
regarding life is that it never changes but us human beings perceive it in different ways as per our circumstances and situations. The vocal cords oriented The magnitude of your abilities was never supposed to fit into the proportions of this universe. You are perfectly, uniquely, unchangeably you, not an inch shorter, not a
lifestyles are an affront to the life centred around contemplation and rumination. The clear stream of reason is the real pathway to success rather than pound heavier. Your fingerprints, your footprints are inextricably yours, not the subjects of commentary of critics. Your resources are irreversibly yours. It is not a choice,
indulging in many acts aimed at getting cheap popularity through life processes. it is a fact. This realisation is a precondition to you reaching the heights of being an unparalleled, unsurpassable and unexampled version of you. Trust your instincts, they
guide your intellect. Discarding the disparity you make against yourself will allow you to do what you can do the best.
These poems do promote authentic feelings and sentiments without any bias whatsoever. Through these 44 poems, the respected young poet Aarna has
Deadlines serve no purpose, except being a deadly dominant power dangerously drenching you in doubts. All actions have roots in desire. If there is no desire, deadlines
proven beyond any reasonable doubt that she does have creative capability to climb up the ladder of success in years to come. My best wishes to her in all
are futile. They are the invaders diminishing your freedom, tying you in bonds of slavery. If you feel suffocated in this subjugation, you are the one who must scream and
her futuristic literary endeavours.
break free from it.
Mr. Cijo Joseph Chennelil 'Vibes of My Soul' is nothing but a synopsis of my interactions with my surroundings in the past 17 years. My past mistakes, my downfalls, my achievements, my self
Head of the English Department inflicted wounds and self created traumas. The following pages capture my eureka moments, my uneasy thoughts and the divinity and demon in people around me.
Kristu Jyoti College I present to you 'Vibes of My Soul', not a collection of poems, but myself.
Changanassery, Kottayam, Kerala, India, Kuravilangad 2020 Love
Aarna
SOPHISTICATED VERSES WITH SUBLIME TOUCHES The beginning is always the hardest. To begin is to bless the past, to begin is to burn the hesitation, to begin is to breathe in
acceptance and exhale reluctance. As you turn the pages of this book, a voyage begins. And wanderlust forces you to indulge in
Honourable poet's Aarna's 44 poems take the readers through an aesthetic journey of literary flourishment. immersive travel, travel for sheer pleasure. You shall now depart on the journeys that ramble inside me, in seas and skies beyond
These 44 poems represent many emotional vibes of ups and downs and ebbs and flows. These poems are known the human reach.
for their dexterity, rooted-ness, lovely presentation, incredible versatility, innate positive stances, inherent Greetings!
potentiality, profound thought processes, immaculate beauty, enduring ideas, creative skillfulness and unique
I extend my gratitude to you, my readers, for allowing me to present before you a piece of my soul, 'Vibes'. Poetry for me is not a
competency. As I have gone through these poems, I have spotted certain endeavoring traits synonymous with pastime, but a pilgrimage. Language is my latibule. My blood, my sweat, my tears evaporate into an aromatic elixir of alphabets. I
these poems. They are inhale the ambrosial scent of the ink. The tip of the pen translates my sensibilities into scripts so replete of sentiments. The rivers
A Resplendent Inclination Towards Life. that meander gently through the meadows of my heart, flood words on the paper. Each poem is a mirror, reflecting an aspectabund
me, a side of me lesser known to the world, a me who thinks these lyrics to be definitions of my dignity, diligence and
These 44 poems dwell upon intense subjective emotions and passions intermixed with imagination of the free determination.
wielding kind. The life comes a full circle during the course of these poems wherein the processes of introspection, The scintillating night sky that somniates the world, soothes me into wandering to an oasis of serenity. The moonlight radiating
fame, despondency, touch and go mentality, the exploration of various experiences of different wavelengths, the through the clouds of mist in my mind, arise memories. The semblance of ordinary pulls me to make it resemble the extraordinary.
exposition to universal affection, the introduction to the world of reclusive nature to a world of holistic Just the way, the clouds release the raindrops, my reveries give birth to imagination, which flows straight from my heart giving
egalitarianism and the downside to the concept of love are gone through with a mind set of learning pedigree. immense relief, this purgation is purification, it is catharsis, it is gratification. The most attractive of all lures for me is writing, for it
gives voice to my silence through the lips of the pen.
Indomitable Energy Scale.
My anger, my love, my hatred, my jealousy, my dreams, my sacrifice, my struggle, my trust, my hope have the key of my spirit that opens the doors of language. When
The life is salvaged from a down and out status and hoisted to a level of deeper understanding in a fair and square manner. The heart seeks that perfection there is no distinction between the reality and distortion, poetry rescues me. Poetry joins the pieces of my broken heart, it heals the pains that no healer can. There is no
out there in the universe but the fickle-minded nature weighs down the self. The search for that true love is resorted to but the real love can be attained medicine like writing, no rest like expression, no lustration like making the words rhyme. Traversing the distance from abstraction to concretisation is the most relieving.
through detachment rather than attachment. The lamentations are only transitory and life does have the depth of strength to overcome all difficulties and Rain and feelings have an intimate connection. The seraphic breeze brings with itself splendour. The raindrops, their majestic descent from the heavens, infuse in me
obstacles confronted by it. The life is a roller coaster ride of so many turbulence and turmoil but at the end it reaches the calm shores of creativity. inspiration, and the urge to write. Emotions know no borders, they travel beyond the barriers of time and space. The creation of a literary piece takes place neither at the
physical level, nor at the mental level, but at a 'third level', the awareness of which can be attained by those few, who write not by compulsion but for satisfaction. I strive
Discernment Through Experiences.
to reach that stage of fulfilment, where thoughts align with words, words with truth and truth with accomplishment.
The existential dilemma encountered in life is set aside by ushering in the big picture to life in general. When, the mind is settled, it realises that the truth Specification is your only limitation. Trying to measure yourself by the dimensions of this world is the most shattering, unpleasant and demoralising of all experiences.
regarding life is that it never changes but us human beings perceive it in different ways as per our circumstances and situations. The vocal cords oriented The magnitude of your abilities was never supposed to fit into the proportions of this universe. You are perfectly, uniquely, unchangeably you, not an inch shorter, not a
lifestyles are an affront to the life centred around contemplation and rumination. The clear stream of reason is the real pathway to success rather than pound heavier. Your fingerprints, your footprints are inextricably yours, not the subjects of commentary of critics. Your resources are irreversibly yours. It is not a choice,
indulging in many acts aimed at getting cheap popularity through life processes. it is a fact. This realisation is a precondition to you reaching the heights of being an unparalleled, unsurpassable and unexampled version of you. Trust your instincts, they
guide your intellect. Discarding the disparity you make against yourself will allow you to do what you can do the best.
These poems do promote authentic feelings and sentiments without any bias whatsoever. Through these 44 poems, the respected young poet Aarna has
Deadlines serve no purpose, except being a deadly dominant power dangerously drenching you in doubts. All actions have roots in desire. If there is no desire, deadlines
proven beyond any reasonable doubt that she does have creative capability to climb up the ladder of success in years to come. My best wishes to her in all
are futile. They are the invaders diminishing your freedom, tying you in bonds of slavery. If you feel suffocated in this subjugation, you are the one who must scream and
her futuristic literary endeavours.
break free from it.
Mr. Cijo Joseph Chennelil 'Vibes of My Soul' is nothing but a synopsis of my interactions with my surroundings in the past 17 years. My past mistakes, my downfalls, my achievements, my self
Head of the English Department inflicted wounds and self created traumas. The following pages capture my eureka moments, my uneasy thoughts and the divinity and demon in people around me.
Kristu Jyoti College I present to you 'Vibes of My Soul', not a collection of poems, but myself.
Changanassery, Kottayam, Kerala, India, Kuravilangad 2020 Love
Aarna
A LETTER TO MYSELF AT THE VERY FIRST SIGHT
You are not a person that I know, At the very first sight my heart did melt,
But let my emotions outflow. With such a strange self, I have never dealt.
No more am I able to hide, It was like monsoons' first of rains,
How broken I am from inside. My heart had some fresh love stains.
I'll say the truth I won't lie, “It's infatuation, not love” told my brain to my mind,
I want to punish myself, I want to cry. In an instant, love, you cannot find.
In this world of doubt, I live alone, He set my chest on fire,
All over have the seeds of enmity been sown. I couldn't help but admire.
I've lost battles that I haven't even fought, Ecstasy and cheer upon me descended,
My joy was sold, by this world has it been bought. Every other joy that instinct transcended.
A scar has life left, By a sense of immediacy was I surrounded,
Of love have I been bereft. Quite akin to true love it sounded.
I was destined for big things, It was positive, it was divine,
Before I could fly, someone cut my wings. I already pictured him as mine.
My mind won't silence, my soul won't heal, It was the epitome of feeling,
My radiance did someone steal. For me, it was pure healing.
Unable to figure out who I am, He was so pure, he became my shrine,
Oceans of tears I swam. He couldn't be of anyone, but mine.
I am in pieces, how do I join? Only his name could I memorize,
My life is like a toss of a coin. I was enchanted by his power to hypnotize.
I am defeated, deterred and destroyed, He was essential to my survival,
Not a single moment of life have I enjoyed. But that brain became my worst rival.
I can't fake perfection anymore, He was my lust and I was in compliant,
I have been demolished to the core. But why was this brain so defiant?
So, for myself I pray, as nobody else will, I was enthralled and enraptured,
May I drive out of this still. My brain told me “it's not real, all is manufactured”.
Love, affection and pride, I struggled with my mind, I struggled with my brain,
Towards excellence may I stride Was it love or was it pain?
A little sparkle that's hidden inside, My brain lost, my mind won,
In it my worries may I confide. But by this battle, my world spun.
May I be given the best by life, He was so flawless, in his love I was blind,
May I be away from quarrel and strife. Yes, in an instant, love you can find.
May life now serve all that's sweet,
May the whole world be at my feet.
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A LETTER TO MYSELF AT THE VERY FIRST SIGHT
You are not a person that I know, At the very first sight my heart did melt,
But let my emotions outflow. With such a strange self, I have never dealt.
No more am I able to hide, It was like monsoons' first of rains,
How broken I am from inside. My heart had some fresh love stains.
I'll say the truth I won't lie, “It's infatuation, not love” told my brain to my mind,
I want to punish myself, I want to cry. In an instant, love, you cannot find.
In this world of doubt, I live alone, He set my chest on fire,
All over have the seeds of enmity been sown. I couldn't help but admire.
I've lost battles that I haven't even fought, Ecstasy and cheer upon me descended,
My joy was sold, by this world has it been bought. Every other joy that instinct transcended.
A scar has life left, By a sense of immediacy was I surrounded,
Of love have I been bereft. Quite akin to true love it sounded.
I was destined for big things, It was positive, it was divine,
Before I could fly, someone cut my wings. I already pictured him as mine.
My mind won't silence, my soul won't heal, It was the epitome of feeling,
My radiance did someone steal. For me, it was pure healing.
Unable to figure out who I am, He was so pure, he became my shrine,
Oceans of tears I swam. He couldn't be of anyone, but mine.
I am in pieces, how do I join? Only his name could I memorize,
My life is like a toss of a coin. I was enchanted by his power to hypnotize.
I am defeated, deterred and destroyed, He was essential to my survival,
Not a single moment of life have I enjoyed. But that brain became my worst rival.
I can't fake perfection anymore, He was my lust and I was in compliant,
I have been demolished to the core. But why was this brain so defiant?
So, for myself I pray, as nobody else will, I was enthralled and enraptured,
May I drive out of this still. My brain told me “it's not real, all is manufactured”.
Love, affection and pride, I struggled with my mind, I struggled with my brain,
Towards excellence may I stride Was it love or was it pain?
A little sparkle that's hidden inside, My brain lost, my mind won,
In it my worries may I confide. But by this battle, my world spun.
May I be given the best by life, He was so flawless, in his love I was blind,
May I be away from quarrel and strife. Yes, in an instant, love you can find.
May life now serve all that's sweet,
May the whole world be at my feet.
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2019-20
I remember…. After we fought with each other like soldiers,
That July 15th, you pulled me near, You eased my aching shoulders.
And whispered, “I like you” in my ear. That April 16th, when I felt so alone,
On your heart's icy floor I had slipped, In that dark galaxy, like moon you shone.
Waters of your name from my eyes dripped. I slept with the picture of you in my eyes,
That August 3rd, in your work you were immersed, As your eyes watched the glow of the sunrise.
But as you saw me, colours of love from your heart dispersed. That May 7th, when I found in my almirah your jacket of leather,
You said I looked pretty and I was filled with delight, How we wished to again dance together!
To wonderland I had taken flight. Long phone calls, love letters in e-mails,
That September 11th, when you looked very sad, You were sitting on your couch, missing me and biting your nails.
And said I was all you've ever had. That June 17th, when you said you could do it no more,
I sat with you on the floor and wiped your tears, Thunderstorms came, as I made desperate attempts to restore.
And you let go of all your fears. Didn't you remember the roses for me you used to send,
That October 12th, I fell from the stairs and got hurt, Us, how could you let farness end?
You dressed my wound with your shirt. The way you held me with your arms around my back,
Into a carnival life had turned, Lit candles in my life black.
Of nothing else, you and I were concerned. Yours forever myself I will make,
That November 2nd, you were too tense, Only if you tell me what was my mistake.
But my heart had for you a regard immense. I can't bring the lost time back,
Down from heaven, rain was pouring, But you could help me fulfil all I lack.
But our hearts' temperatures were soaring. I desperately waited for you to talk,
That December 25th, when I wrote a poem for you, In the longings of your heavenly voice, still to and fro I walk.
You said, “You taught me love I never knew.” I know we can't burn the hesitation,
I burst into laughter at your witty remarks, Now, we can't fill the indentation.
Ignited a fire in me, your smile's sparks. And to save my life I ran,
That January 11th, when you told me you loved me, I didn't turn the page, but a new chapter began.
I said, “We are tied in ropes of trust, nothing can set us free.” Our courage was monumental but struggles were in plenty,
Gently as I tickled your feet, Both blessed and cursed were the years 2019-20.
It was biting cold, you were sweating in my heart's heat.
That February 14th, when you knelt down with the ring,
I finally felt winter was gone, that was spring.
You made it forever in a seconds few,
I was charmed, just looking at you.
That March 7th, when I lied for you,
And you slept in my lap, you were tired I knew.
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2019-20
I remember…. After we fought with each other like soldiers,
That July 15th, you pulled me near, You eased my aching shoulders.
And whispered, “I like you” in my ear. That April 16th, when I felt so alone,
On your heart's icy floor I had slipped, In that dark galaxy, like moon you shone.
Waters of your name from my eyes dripped. I slept with the picture of you in my eyes,
That August 3rd, in your work you were immersed, As your eyes watched the glow of the sunrise.
But as you saw me, colours of love from your heart dispersed. That May 7th, when I found in my almirah your jacket of leather,
You said I looked pretty and I was filled with delight, How we wished to again dance together!
To wonderland I had taken flight. Long phone calls, love letters in e-mails,
That September 11th, when you looked very sad, You were sitting on your couch, missing me and biting your nails.
And said I was all you've ever had. That June 17th, when you said you could do it no more,
I sat with you on the floor and wiped your tears, Thunderstorms came, as I made desperate attempts to restore.
And you let go of all your fears. Didn't you remember the roses for me you used to send,
That October 12th, I fell from the stairs and got hurt, Us, how could you let farness end?
You dressed my wound with your shirt. The way you held me with your arms around my back,
Into a carnival life had turned, Lit candles in my life black.
Of nothing else, you and I were concerned. Yours forever myself I will make,
That November 2nd, you were too tense, Only if you tell me what was my mistake.
But my heart had for you a regard immense. I can't bring the lost time back,
Down from heaven, rain was pouring, But you could help me fulfil all I lack.
But our hearts' temperatures were soaring. I desperately waited for you to talk,
That December 25th, when I wrote a poem for you, In the longings of your heavenly voice, still to and fro I walk.
You said, “You taught me love I never knew.” I know we can't burn the hesitation,
I burst into laughter at your witty remarks, Now, we can't fill the indentation.
Ignited a fire in me, your smile's sparks. And to save my life I ran,
That January 11th, when you told me you loved me, I didn't turn the page, but a new chapter began.
I said, “We are tied in ropes of trust, nothing can set us free.” Our courage was monumental but struggles were in plenty,
Gently as I tickled your feet, Both blessed and cursed were the years 2019-20.
It was biting cold, you were sweating in my heart's heat.
That February 14th, when you knelt down with the ring,
I finally felt winter was gone, that was spring.
You made it forever in a seconds few,
I was charmed, just looking at you.
That March 7th, when I lied for you,
And you slept in my lap, you were tired I knew.
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ABANDONED DREAMS
Like thieves roaming in the dark, Like the distinction between bad and good.
Like coming face to face with reality stark. Like making peace with death,
Like forgotten love that revives, Like tracing the journey from the first to your last breath.
Like chests brutally stabbed by knives. Like instincts that are very strong,
Like being forced to pretend, Like destiny protecting you from something wrong.
Like a road that has no end. Like questions but no answers,
Like lightning that strikes the ground, Like loud music but no dancers.
Like silence interrupted by a sound. Like playing with the evil,
Like dreams of the unknown, Like being both modern and medieval.
Like saplings sprouting from the seeds sown. Like being encircled by wicked powers,
Like savagely broken resolves, Like drowning in heavy rain showers.
Like mystery of life someone solves. Like something that is so natural to you,
Like being unaware of the world around, That even in its artificiality it sounds true.
Like a lost secret being found. Like this goes the course of the river of my mind,
Like hastily said goodbyes, For I am searching for something that I'll never find.
Like a spark of truth in blunt lies. Everything's the same but something is missing,
Like the contrast between existing and alternate, For all my abandoned dreams I am reminiscing.
Like life keeping you in too long a wait.
Like something that doesn't stop,
Like feeling the first rain drop.
Like peace that keeps destructing,
Like charred soul resurrecting.
Like emotions that flow out,
Like silent faces that shout.
Like time that paces too fast,
Like looking at the setting sun's ray last.
Like unanswered calls,
Like a child's broken dolls.
Like a state of uneasy peace,
Like joining life piece by piece.
Like friends that talk like strangers,
Like feeling safe in deadly dangers.
Like wind tossed hair and smiling face,
Like being left behind in life's race.
Like being totally misunderstood,
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ABANDONED DREAMS
Like thieves roaming in the dark, Like the distinction between bad and good.
Like coming face to face with reality stark. Like making peace with death,
Like forgotten love that revives, Like tracing the journey from the first to your last breath.
Like chests brutally stabbed by knives. Like instincts that are very strong,
Like being forced to pretend, Like destiny protecting you from something wrong.
Like a road that has no end. Like questions but no answers,
Like lightning that strikes the ground, Like loud music but no dancers.
Like silence interrupted by a sound. Like playing with the evil,
Like dreams of the unknown, Like being both modern and medieval.
Like saplings sprouting from the seeds sown. Like being encircled by wicked powers,
Like savagely broken resolves, Like drowning in heavy rain showers.
Like mystery of life someone solves. Like something that is so natural to you,
Like being unaware of the world around, That even in its artificiality it sounds true.
Like a lost secret being found. Like this goes the course of the river of my mind,
Like hastily said goodbyes, For I am searching for something that I'll never find.
Like a spark of truth in blunt lies. Everything's the same but something is missing,
Like the contrast between existing and alternate, For all my abandoned dreams I am reminiscing.
Like life keeping you in too long a wait.
Like something that doesn't stop,
Like feeling the first rain drop.
Like peace that keeps destructing,
Like charred soul resurrecting.
Like emotions that flow out,
Like silent faces that shout.
Like time that paces too fast,
Like looking at the setting sun's ray last.
Like unanswered calls,
Like a child's broken dolls.
Like a state of uneasy peace,
Like joining life piece by piece.
Like friends that talk like strangers,
Like feeling safe in deadly dangers.
Like wind tossed hair and smiling face,
Like being left behind in life's race.
Like being totally misunderstood,
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BADGE OF HONOUR RESULT
You may scream louder than me, but my voice will be heard in the silence, Those nights were spent in great fear,
I can't be defeated by the plots you devise from lens of violence. For the result day was approaching near.
You may turn my spring into a winter of gloom, The garden, the flowers, the leaves had lost their lust,
But once my dry flowers fall on the pure soil, they will again bloom. I waited for the D-Day with disgust.
You may hate me but I know the ones who love me, Singing and dancing seemed to have no sheen,
From the guilt of your misdeeds no one can set you free. Only on knowing my result was I keen.
You may have left some scars I can never erase, The dessert was not sweet, the lunch seemed tasteless,
But your manipulation is worthy of praise. There was fear all over, the day seemed breathless.
You will get tired but I won't budge an inch, Wherever I went, my fear also went there,
In the shadows of your guilt, you I will pinch. To get good marks was my only prayer.
You may steal my heartbeat, Dreadful thoughts occupied my mind,
But only to discover it was ever clean and neat. Nowhere peace could I find.
With that fake smile you can't win anyone's heart, Midst all the terror and awe,
I'm very close to the finish line, you still think it's the start. While worshipping in the church, an old man I saw.
The looks you give from eyes of jealousy and expressions of malice, He wore spectacles, his beard was grey,
Can never let you win over my soul's palace. He had also come there to pray.
He wore a brown coat with a brooch of pearl,
You only display that attitude,
As his eyes fell on me he asked “What happened little girl?”
I exhibit nothing but gratitude.
“Tomorrow is my result day”, I announced with worry,
You can't bribe me, me you can't lure,
He stopped at once though he was in a hurry.
The toughest of storms I can endure.
As I saw his face with distress and unrest,
You can't take my joy away from me,
He asked me “Child, have you done your best?”
The worst of days your wicked eyes will have to see.
“My mornings were early and nights were late,
You can't destroy what I have erected brick by brick,
I always aspired to achieve something great.
The needles of your shrewdness no more prick.
I worked to fulfil my ambition.”
What happens next, you cannot orchestrate,
I answered in great suspicion.
For love, elegance and sympathy my actions demonstrate.
“Has ever the sun risen from the west?
My body never shed a drop of blood from your any arrow,
Then why do you worry after giving your best?
But swords of my sanctitude will make rivers of blood Never has a river flown backwards,
flow from your thinking narrow.
Never has a plant grown downwards.
The clock keeps ticking, the tide will turn in my favour,
Hard labour and sincere efforts are always rewarded,
Of your own medicine you'll have to taste flavour.
Hopeful people are God guarded.
To remind you of all that you did and still do wrong,
Replied the old man with a cozy smile,
As a badge of honour, I present you this song.
I had been all ears to him all the while.
He kept his hand on my head, blessed me and left,
And all my feelings of doubt had been swept.
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BADGE OF HONOUR RESULT
You may scream louder than me, but my voice will be heard in the silence, Those nights were spent in great fear,
I can't be defeated by the plots you devise from lens of violence. For the result day was approaching near.
You may turn my spring into a winter of gloom, The garden, the flowers, the leaves had lost their lust,
But once my dry flowers fall on the pure soil, they will again bloom. I waited for the D-Day with disgust.
You may hate me but I know the ones who love me, Singing and dancing seemed to have no sheen,
From the guilt of your misdeeds no one can set you free. Only on knowing my result was I keen.
You may have left some scars I can never erase, The dessert was not sweet, the lunch seemed tasteless,
But your manipulation is worthy of praise. There was fear all over, the day seemed breathless.
You will get tired but I won't budge an inch, Wherever I went, my fear also went there,
In the shadows of your guilt, you I will pinch. To get good marks was my only prayer.
You may steal my heartbeat, Dreadful thoughts occupied my mind,
But only to discover it was ever clean and neat. Nowhere peace could I find.
With that fake smile you can't win anyone's heart, Midst all the terror and awe,
I'm very close to the finish line, you still think it's the start. While worshipping in the church, an old man I saw.
The looks you give from eyes of jealousy and expressions of malice, He wore spectacles, his beard was grey,
Can never let you win over my soul's palace. He had also come there to pray.
He wore a brown coat with a brooch of pearl,
You only display that attitude,
As his eyes fell on me he asked “What happened little girl?”
I exhibit nothing but gratitude.
“Tomorrow is my result day”, I announced with worry,
You can't bribe me, me you can't lure,
He stopped at once though he was in a hurry.
The toughest of storms I can endure.
As I saw his face with distress and unrest,
You can't take my joy away from me,
He asked me “Child, have you done your best?”
The worst of days your wicked eyes will have to see.
“My mornings were early and nights were late,
You can't destroy what I have erected brick by brick,
I always aspired to achieve something great.
The needles of your shrewdness no more prick.
I worked to fulfil my ambition.”
What happens next, you cannot orchestrate,
I answered in great suspicion.
For love, elegance and sympathy my actions demonstrate.
“Has ever the sun risen from the west?
My body never shed a drop of blood from your any arrow,
Then why do you worry after giving your best?
But swords of my sanctitude will make rivers of blood Never has a river flown backwards,
flow from your thinking narrow.
Never has a plant grown downwards.
The clock keeps ticking, the tide will turn in my favour,
Hard labour and sincere efforts are always rewarded,
Of your own medicine you'll have to taste flavour.
Hopeful people are God guarded.
To remind you of all that you did and still do wrong,
Replied the old man with a cozy smile,
As a badge of honour, I present you this song.
I had been all ears to him all the while.
He kept his hand on my head, blessed me and left,
And all my feelings of doubt had been swept.
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MY BARE FEET BECAUSE I LOVE HIM
Bare feet I walk out of the dirty water, I make the truest confession,
Soaked in mud, I'm the earth's daughter. I love him to the point of obsession.
I walk steadily; I'm in no haste, The mysteries of my life did he simplify,
For every moment that I extracted from life I have to taste. For himself, the love in my heart did he magnify.
I walk with no destination in mind, He wiped every tear that my eyes shed,
In this path, solace I hope to find. He took away my misery, gave me love instead.
I walk with my future in my hand, He smiled with mischief in his eyes,
As the sea washes my footprints on the sand. It was never crafty, was ever honest and wise.
I walk with my head held high, He made my heart grow and glow,
My eyes sparkle, my valour does it signify. In the winds of his valour, my every fear away did he blow.
I walk till eternity, He revealed the inner recesses of my soul,
As I carry myself with sanctitude and dignity. He handled with patience my life that was out of control.
Searching for a place where love and sorrow meet, He put into place my every broken part,
I walk bare feet. He gave my destiny a new start.
Holding his hand, I walked ahead,
He put the crown back on the princess' head.
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MY BARE FEET BECAUSE I LOVE HIM
Bare feet I walk out of the dirty water, I make the truest confession,
Soaked in mud, I'm the earth's daughter. I love him to the point of obsession.
I walk steadily; I'm in no haste, The mysteries of my life did he simplify,
For every moment that I extracted from life I have to taste. For himself, the love in my heart did he magnify.
I walk with no destination in mind, He wiped every tear that my eyes shed,
In this path, solace I hope to find. He took away my misery, gave me love instead.
I walk with my future in my hand, He smiled with mischief in his eyes,
As the sea washes my footprints on the sand. It was never crafty, was ever honest and wise.
I walk with my head held high, He made my heart grow and glow,
My eyes sparkle, my valour does it signify. In the winds of his valour, my every fear away did he blow.
I walk till eternity, He revealed the inner recesses of my soul,
As I carry myself with sanctitude and dignity. He handled with patience my life that was out of control.
Searching for a place where love and sorrow meet, He put into place my every broken part,
I walk bare feet. He gave my destiny a new start.
Holding his hand, I walked ahead,
He put the crown back on the princess' head.
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DETAINED CALAMITY
Having lived a life of defeat and repentance, The little saplings did me warn,
I question my pointless existence. “You are holding a rose, but you'll be pricked by a thorn.”
By vultures was I attacked, I was cautioned by the trees,
I was destroyed and ransacked. “This is too weak to stand the force of the breeze.”
My feelings were always unreciprocated, “You will be deceived by his words,
I've failed miserably, tired of being manipulated. Be careful”, chirped the birds.
I did not rise to my own expectation, The heaven had come down,
I look at myself in the mirror with vexation. And threatened me with that frown.
Against life a complaint I have lodged, “You'll have to pay too high a price,
My distress cannot be gauged. Give up on him, be wise.
My life seems all shattered, The reality is far away from the portrayal,
All is worthless, all that once mattered. You will soon drown in the waters of betrayal.
In search of love, long distances have I trudged, This divinity and magic is fake,
Colours of my life are all smudged. Accept it or the floor beneath you will shake.
I have never felt so weak, The lost time will never be reimbursed,
So many reassurances why do I seek? The seedlings of your longings will die of thirst.”
Against me so many plots did who devise? Despite the warnings repeated,
All this is so gloomy, it deserves to be nice. My love for him could not be defeated.
I'll come out of it all, My destiny nature could read,
Into a forest will turn, this seed small. But to its counsel I paid no heed.
To all my haters, your curses will go in vain, The fears into reality materialized,
For I will derive pleasure out of my pain. The advice was sincere, I had realized.
Free from this detention I will break, At dawn's first stroke,
For there is no me, if my liberty is at stake. Like glass our trust broke.
Thinking of it now I shiver,
How badly flooded was our love's river.
To our failing alliance no one could lend assistance,
Of our love lies no trace of existence.
And only I can understand the situation's gravity,
For my love was hit hard by deception's calamity.
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DETAINED CALAMITY
Having lived a life of defeat and repentance, The little saplings did me warn,
I question my pointless existence. “You are holding a rose, but you'll be pricked by a thorn.”
By vultures was I attacked, I was cautioned by the trees,
I was destroyed and ransacked. “This is too weak to stand the force of the breeze.”
My feelings were always unreciprocated, “You will be deceived by his words,
I've failed miserably, tired of being manipulated. Be careful”, chirped the birds.
I did not rise to my own expectation, The heaven had come down,
I look at myself in the mirror with vexation. And threatened me with that frown.
Against life a complaint I have lodged, “You'll have to pay too high a price,
My distress cannot be gauged. Give up on him, be wise.
My life seems all shattered, The reality is far away from the portrayal,
All is worthless, all that once mattered. You will soon drown in the waters of betrayal.
In search of love, long distances have I trudged, This divinity and magic is fake,
Colours of my life are all smudged. Accept it or the floor beneath you will shake.
I have never felt so weak, The lost time will never be reimbursed,
So many reassurances why do I seek? The seedlings of your longings will die of thirst.”
Against me so many plots did who devise? Despite the warnings repeated,
All this is so gloomy, it deserves to be nice. My love for him could not be defeated.
I'll come out of it all, My destiny nature could read,
Into a forest will turn, this seed small. But to its counsel I paid no heed.
To all my haters, your curses will go in vain, The fears into reality materialized,
For I will derive pleasure out of my pain. The advice was sincere, I had realized.
Free from this detention I will break, At dawn's first stroke,
For there is no me, if my liberty is at stake. Like glass our trust broke.
Thinking of it now I shiver,
How badly flooded was our love's river.
To our failing alliance no one could lend assistance,
Of our love lies no trace of existence.
And only I can understand the situation's gravity,
For my love was hit hard by deception's calamity.
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CRIMINAL
With men I have a terrible history, I was a counterfeit, I was a curse,
I love them in secret, I abandon them in mystery. My moves were awful, my smile was worse.
I promise to hold fast till the last breath, You wanted a duel, I'll make it bigger,
As I accompany them to their death. My shady manoeuvres you can't disfigure.
I convict them for treason, I didn't think before I pulled the trigger,
I blame and punish them without any reason. Over your skeleton I heard my snigger.
Witty remarks and stealing hearts, And your blood was my dinner,
Hitting the bull's eye with all my darts. Cause I was a criminal, but you were the sinner.
I break hearts when I scream and cry,
I am over dramatic, wanna try?
When I saw you it was thought provoking,
In your waters, my soul was already soaking.
You hit me like a bullet,
And had in your hand, my heart's pellet.
You were the archer, I was the prey,
In your arms wounded I lay.
You were the matchstick, I was the fire,
To be extinguished I was in need dire.
You were the bomb, I was the switch,
You attacked my sensations, you were my constant itch.
You were the magnet, I was your field,
You were the sword, I was the shield.
You were the castle, I was its every brick,
You were the swindler, I was your every trick.
You were the eyes, I was the stare,
You were the sleep, I was your nightmare.
You were the villain but I was the trouble,
It was all forged you lived in bubble.
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CRIMINAL
With men I have a terrible history, I was a counterfeit, I was a curse,
I love them in secret, I abandon them in mystery. My moves were awful, my smile was worse.
I promise to hold fast till the last breath, You wanted a duel, I'll make it bigger,
As I accompany them to their death. My shady manoeuvres you can't disfigure.
I convict them for treason, I didn't think before I pulled the trigger,
I blame and punish them without any reason. Over your skeleton I heard my snigger.
Witty remarks and stealing hearts, And your blood was my dinner,
Hitting the bull's eye with all my darts. Cause I was a criminal, but you were the sinner.
I break hearts when I scream and cry,
I am over dramatic, wanna try?
When I saw you it was thought provoking,
In your waters, my soul was already soaking.
You hit me like a bullet,
And had in your hand, my heart's pellet.
You were the archer, I was the prey,
In your arms wounded I lay.
You were the matchstick, I was the fire,
To be extinguished I was in need dire.
You were the bomb, I was the switch,
You attacked my sensations, you were my constant itch.
You were the magnet, I was your field,
You were the sword, I was the shield.
You were the castle, I was its every brick,
You were the swindler, I was your every trick.
You were the eyes, I was the stare,
You were the sleep, I was your nightmare.
You were the villain but I was the trouble,
It was all forged you lived in bubble.
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DEEPLY LOVED
I am head over heels in love, He is precious, honoured in my eyes,
It feels like a gift from the heavens above. I'm stunned by his ability to mesmerize.
My mind goes blank, tears shed, His touch, his smile, his eyes,
As my heart opens up with things unsaid. Fill me with fascination and surprise.
I'm distracted a bit, my heart is charged for treason, It is so colorful when he is around,
I laugh for no particular reason. In threads of his love I am bound.
He slowly paves his way into my mind, I hate when it is time to leave,
In his heartbeat, comfort I can find. By no means the clock I can deceive.
I smile as our eyes meet, The more we stay apart, the more we come closer,
Then he whispers in my ear something sweet. For his name is imprinted on my heart's enclosure.
I listen as he speaks,
Sheer pleasure in my company he seeks.
I walk in his glory as I blush,
While my heart played the music lush.
I feel content as I turn around,
I find love in his rhythm and sound.
I was trapped by his hypnotic eyes,
He captivated me before I could realize.
His smile was a killer,
His looks held me hostage, it was like a thriller.
He pierced my heart, but I didn't feel the pain,
For this territory does he reign.
I see him in my reflection,
There are no bounds to my affection.
My heartbeat does he embellish,
Him and only him do I cherish.
I am awestruck by his magical stare,
Of nothing but only of him am I aware.
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DEEPLY LOVED
I am head over heels in love, He is precious, honoured in my eyes,
It feels like a gift from the heavens above. I'm stunned by his ability to mesmerize.
My mind goes blank, tears shed, His touch, his smile, his eyes,
As my heart opens up with things unsaid. Fill me with fascination and surprise.
I'm distracted a bit, my heart is charged for treason, It is so colorful when he is around,
I laugh for no particular reason. In threads of his love I am bound.
He slowly paves his way into my mind, I hate when it is time to leave,
In his heartbeat, comfort I can find. By no means the clock I can deceive.
I smile as our eyes meet, The more we stay apart, the more we come closer,
Then he whispers in my ear something sweet. For his name is imprinted on my heart's enclosure.
I listen as he speaks,
Sheer pleasure in my company he seeks.
I walk in his glory as I blush,
While my heart played the music lush.
I feel content as I turn around,
I find love in his rhythm and sound.
I was trapped by his hypnotic eyes,
He captivated me before I could realize.
His smile was a killer,
His looks held me hostage, it was like a thriller.
He pierced my heart, but I didn't feel the pain,
For this territory does he reign.
I see him in my reflection,
There are no bounds to my affection.
My heartbeat does he embellish,
Him and only him do I cherish.
I am awestruck by his magical stare,
Of nothing but only of him am I aware.
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FOR THE LOVE OF YOU HIM
The name of you in my longings stands eternal, stands brave, I was so enchanted by him,
You, the breath of my soul, of you and only of you do I crave. He filled me with euphoria to the brim.
The voluminous love that makes my body pure, He ignited the spark, he set the fire,
For you, and only for you it is for sure. He became my solitaire and sapphire.
My heart beats for you, only for you does it go wild, He made worth living this life of mine,
You belong to me, I may be loved, I may be reviled. He was the stitch in time that saved nine.
It is your sheer love that keeps me alive, He was a blessing in disguise,
For you my very existence can I rive. As if life gave me another chance to rise.
Of your fond love is my every bite, He inspired me to the core,
I don't need food, you are my appetite. He turned my meek voice into a roar.
Every instant spent with you do I revere, I got love that I desired,
You may break a billion hearts, but mine you can never sever. I was respected and truly admired.
You are so dear to me, I can never justify, I achieved the unattainable,
The intimacy between us can no one nullify. I understood the unexplainable.
You are my penchant, my only passion, He made this shattered world very clear,
With you I have a firm adhesion. He wiped off my misery, my every tear.
In you I found my God and heaven, Oh dear, you, how can I thank?
For you I swam the seas seven. You turned into a masterpiece, a canvas that was blank.
You are my aspiration, my yearning,
You are my lust, love and supreme learning.
Seeds of your regard blossomed and grew,
If ever on earth, I found love, it was in you.
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FOR THE LOVE OF YOU HIM
The name of you in my longings stands eternal, stands brave, I was so enchanted by him,
You, the breath of my soul, of you and only of you do I crave. He filled me with euphoria to the brim.
The voluminous love that makes my body pure, He ignited the spark, he set the fire,
For you, and only for you it is for sure. He became my solitaire and sapphire.
My heart beats for you, only for you does it go wild, He made worth living this life of mine,
You belong to me, I may be loved, I may be reviled. He was the stitch in time that saved nine.
It is your sheer love that keeps me alive, He was a blessing in disguise,
For you my very existence can I rive. As if life gave me another chance to rise.
Of your fond love is my every bite, He inspired me to the core,
I don't need food, you are my appetite. He turned my meek voice into a roar.
Every instant spent with you do I revere, I got love that I desired,
You may break a billion hearts, but mine you can never sever. I was respected and truly admired.
You are so dear to me, I can never justify, I achieved the unattainable,
The intimacy between us can no one nullify. I understood the unexplainable.
You are my penchant, my only passion, He made this shattered world very clear,
With you I have a firm adhesion. He wiped off my misery, my every tear.
In you I found my God and heaven, Oh dear, you, how can I thank?
For you I swam the seas seven. You turned into a masterpiece, a canvas that was blank.
You are my aspiration, my yearning,
You are my lust, love and supreme learning.
Seeds of your regard blossomed and grew,
If ever on earth, I found love, it was in you.
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FROM REPRESSION TO EXPRESSION
When eyes are blinded by clouds of deception, When you ravage something sacred.
When mind is shattered by shackles of suppression. When you snatch someone's dearest possession,
When eyes dream in suspense, When you find escape in aggression.
When honesty is replaced by pretence. When your destiny is twisted,
When haziness sidelines clarity, When you are punished for a crime you never committed.
When malice defeats morality. When ships are left sinking,
When the compass points in the wrong direction, The flight will be higher than your thinking.
When hard labour reaps rejection. The repressed head will rise in confession,
When life seems awful than death, Honour's massacre will give way to expression.
When the heart sinks in the screams of each breath. Insults will be replaced by illumination,
When the torchbearers are misguided, Fairness will flood you with frustration.
When all the decisions are one sided. And I will be reborn,
When pride sleeps in the arms of the commander, To serve you justice for every page of my future you had torn.
When there is silence not sue for a saint's slander. The flowers will bloom over my grave,
When manipulation breaks the pursuit single minded, The hardships of death I will brave.
When the indivisible get divided. My coffin will open and I will rise,
When the true purposes are defeated, My dignity will give me breath, my passion will be my eyes.
When in intentions, jealousy is seated. My strength will restore my every sensation,
When noble characters are assassinated, And will commence the time of your tribulation.
When reputations are burnt, when the hard workers are ill fated.
When allegations are shifted from false to fair faces,
When the traitors trap you in unreachable places.
When the sincere efforts are doubted,
When all the rules of fair play are flouted.
When blame is yours but fault is not,
When from guns of hostility bullets are shot.
When you are punished for an unlearnt lesson,
When ignominy blackens away your impression.
When someone's stature you attack,
When someone's heart you ransack.
When there is powerlessness in persistence,
When there seems rationality in repentance.
When trust turns to treachery,
When you fall prey to someone's archery.
When love leads to hatred,
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FROM REPRESSION TO EXPRESSION
When eyes are blinded by clouds of deception, When you ravage something sacred.
When mind is shattered by shackles of suppression. When you snatch someone's dearest possession,
When eyes dream in suspense, When you find escape in aggression.
When honesty is replaced by pretence. When your destiny is twisted,
When haziness sidelines clarity, When you are punished for a crime you never committed.
When malice defeats morality. When ships are left sinking,
When the compass points in the wrong direction, The flight will be higher than your thinking.
When hard labour reaps rejection. The repressed head will rise in confession,
When life seems awful than death, Honour's massacre will give way to expression.
When the heart sinks in the screams of each breath. Insults will be replaced by illumination,
When the torchbearers are misguided, Fairness will flood you with frustration.
When all the decisions are one sided. And I will be reborn,
When pride sleeps in the arms of the commander, To serve you justice for every page of my future you had torn.
When there is silence not sue for a saint's slander. The flowers will bloom over my grave,
When manipulation breaks the pursuit single minded, The hardships of death I will brave.
When the indivisible get divided. My coffin will open and I will rise,
When the true purposes are defeated, My dignity will give me breath, my passion will be my eyes.
When in intentions, jealousy is seated. My strength will restore my every sensation,
When noble characters are assassinated, And will commence the time of your tribulation.
When reputations are burnt, when the hard workers are ill fated.
When allegations are shifted from false to fair faces,
When the traitors trap you in unreachable places.
When the sincere efforts are doubted,
When all the rules of fair play are flouted.
When blame is yours but fault is not,
When from guns of hostility bullets are shot.
When you are punished for an unlearnt lesson,
When ignominy blackens away your impression.
When someone's stature you attack,
When someone's heart you ransack.
When there is powerlessness in persistence,
When there seems rationality in repentance.
When trust turns to treachery,
When you fall prey to someone's archery.
When love leads to hatred,
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INCOMPLETE LOVE THE TRYST
The language of silence love understands, He puts his arms around my waist,
Distance can't break its sacred strands. It is calm, no one's in haste.
The night is mine but his are all my dreams, I raise my eyebrows, as his eye winks,
My incompleteness echoes with his name's screams. While the distance between us shrinks.
In unconditional love I was consumed, My heartbeat makes its way through my chest,
Him as inseparably mine I had assumed. As my lover puts all my worries to rest.
Seeds of his love in my heart were planted, In an instant he understands my expressions,
Continuously his name my heart chanted. His heart has my body's impressions.
We swore to withstand every strife, He smiles as he puts his fingers through my hair,
To never separate in death, in life. I find faithfulness in his stare.
Trust that was never to break, We can hear each other's sound of breath,
From daydreams of naivety did me wake. We can't be separated even by death.
It proved too good to last, My eyelids squeeze as he holds my wrist,
Our trust decayed much too fast. Only we can taste this tender tryst.
I doubted myself, for I could never question him, The sun sets as he rolls down his sleeves,
Lights of our life looked very dim. I gaze at his reflection as he leaves.
My eyes couldn't believe the reality stark, I cross my fingers, my hands meet in prayer,
It was all artificial, I was kept in dark. As I thank God for having given us a moment rare.
We were not destined to meet,
My heart has the rhythm of this unsuccessful beat.
I treasure instant spent with him every,
For etched in my soul is his memory.
Love is love, everlasting and sweet,
Conquers all, what if incomplete?
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INCOMPLETE LOVE THE TRYST
The language of silence love understands, He puts his arms around my waist,
Distance can't break its sacred strands. It is calm, no one's in haste.
The night is mine but his are all my dreams, I raise my eyebrows, as his eye winks,
My incompleteness echoes with his name's screams. While the distance between us shrinks.
In unconditional love I was consumed, My heartbeat makes its way through my chest,
Him as inseparably mine I had assumed. As my lover puts all my worries to rest.
Seeds of his love in my heart were planted, In an instant he understands my expressions,
Continuously his name my heart chanted. His heart has my body's impressions.
We swore to withstand every strife, He smiles as he puts his fingers through my hair,
To never separate in death, in life. I find faithfulness in his stare.
Trust that was never to break, We can hear each other's sound of breath,
From daydreams of naivety did me wake. We can't be separated even by death.
It proved too good to last, My eyelids squeeze as he holds my wrist,
Our trust decayed much too fast. Only we can taste this tender tryst.
I doubted myself, for I could never question him, The sun sets as he rolls down his sleeves,
Lights of our life looked very dim. I gaze at his reflection as he leaves.
My eyes couldn't believe the reality stark, I cross my fingers, my hands meet in prayer,
It was all artificial, I was kept in dark. As I thank God for having given us a moment rare.
We were not destined to meet,
My heart has the rhythm of this unsuccessful beat.
I treasure instant spent with him every,
For etched in my soul is his memory.
Love is love, everlasting and sweet,
Conquers all, what if incomplete?
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IS IT WORSE?
Is it the end of the world or is it worse? Teary eyes and lips with locks,
Mankind being chased by an obnoxious curse. Hearts as heavy as rocks.
Nobody can escape the punishment, Bleeding bodies, bruised lungs,
Entire race heading to its diminishment. Hopeless faces, scarred tongues.
Hitting a tragedy unprecedented, Souls inflammed, chests congested,
Entire planet segmented, tormented. By none of the healers was the cure suggested.
The whole wide world sleeps to the lullaby of death, It is a collapse of the civilization,
Echoes of humankinds' last breath. Mankind at nature's dictation.
Heavy pressures on chests, All over defeat and powerlessness,
The air sacs plagued by the pests. The blue planet burning in redness.
Every action going wrong, Is it the finale or the devil's another rehearse?
Like the galaxy singing a morbid song. Is it the end of the world or is it worse?
Curtains of life falling,
To the door of death humans crawling.
Piles of corpses lying, faultless men dying.
Blood smears on walls,
Skeletons strewn like rag dolls.
Death dawning mercilessly,
Erasing all traces of life permanently.
Loud shrieks in the darkest night,
Nature's ruthlessness' height.
From the trauma never completely recovering,
Entire earth covered with suffering.
The moon splitting apart,
Sorrow that will never depart.
With misery man overwhelmed,
Chaos that cannot be helmed.
Endless race for survival,
It is the darkest devil's revival.
All in sight is shielded faces,
Life sealed in granite cases.
No forgiveness for any sin,
Blood drying up under the skin.
Sore throats, dying of thirst,
In eternal silence humans immersed.
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IS IT WORSE?
Is it the end of the world or is it worse? Teary eyes and lips with locks,
Mankind being chased by an obnoxious curse. Hearts as heavy as rocks.
Nobody can escape the punishment, Bleeding bodies, bruised lungs,
Entire race heading to its diminishment. Hopeless faces, scarred tongues.
Hitting a tragedy unprecedented, Souls inflammed, chests congested,
Entire planet segmented, tormented. By none of the healers was the cure suggested.
The whole wide world sleeps to the lullaby of death, It is a collapse of the civilization,
Echoes of humankinds' last breath. Mankind at nature's dictation.
Heavy pressures on chests, All over defeat and powerlessness,
The air sacs plagued by the pests. The blue planet burning in redness.
Every action going wrong, Is it the finale or the devil's another rehearse?
Like the galaxy singing a morbid song. Is it the end of the world or is it worse?
Curtains of life falling,
To the door of death humans crawling.
Piles of corpses lying, faultless men dying.
Blood smears on walls,
Skeletons strewn like rag dolls.
Death dawning mercilessly,
Erasing all traces of life permanently.
Loud shrieks in the darkest night,
Nature's ruthlessness' height.
From the trauma never completely recovering,
Entire earth covered with suffering.
The moon splitting apart,
Sorrow that will never depart.
With misery man overwhelmed,
Chaos that cannot be helmed.
Endless race for survival,
It is the darkest devil's revival.
All in sight is shielded faces,
Life sealed in granite cases.
No forgiveness for any sin,
Blood drying up under the skin.
Sore throats, dying of thirst,
In eternal silence humans immersed.
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MY TEACHER PERFECT
My dear teacher, my guide, my philosopher, How perfectly imperfect I am!
You turned me into a useful creature. An amalgamation of flaws
Your love enlightened my mind, A bunch of mistakes woven together,
In you true knowledge and wisdom I find. Accepting the marks left by the stormy weather.
You nourished my life, Shades of grey in bright colours
Even if I made a mistake, you were never strife. Tears that flow midst lovely laughter
You made me dream of a future so bright, A pinch of salt in something sweet,
Turning darkness into light. Like the way victory and loss meet.
You were always kind and caring, Glass that breaks into pieces
The rays of knowledge, you were always sharing. Spotless beauty that turns pale
You are the source of my inspiration, Love that breaks hearts,
On earth, you are God's incarnation. Like growth with painful starts.
Imparting knowledge wherever you tread, Passion that turns into an obsession
My life's course by you was led. A fall after a perfect walk
For me to grow and succeed, Sweet melodies that scare,
Everyday, you are planting a new seed. Like curses in someone's prayer.
Like wine spilt from glasses
Like chaos that finds balance
Shedding leaves and autumn trees,
Like someone falling to his knees.
But, I embrace the glorious mess I am
The best version of me
A weird, beautiful, magical person,
Not straight, brimming with inversion.
My imperfections make me a masterpiece
I celebrate my cracks and crevices
I revere the ocean of criticism that I swam,
At least, I am what I am.
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MY TEACHER PERFECT
My dear teacher, my guide, my philosopher, How perfectly imperfect I am!
You turned me into a useful creature. An amalgamation of flaws
Your love enlightened my mind, A bunch of mistakes woven together,
In you true knowledge and wisdom I find. Accepting the marks left by the stormy weather.
You nourished my life, Shades of grey in bright colours
Even if I made a mistake, you were never strife. Tears that flow midst lovely laughter
You made me dream of a future so bright, A pinch of salt in something sweet,
Turning darkness into light. Like the way victory and loss meet.
You were always kind and caring, Glass that breaks into pieces
The rays of knowledge, you were always sharing. Spotless beauty that turns pale
You are the source of my inspiration, Love that breaks hearts,
On earth, you are God's incarnation. Like growth with painful starts.
Imparting knowledge wherever you tread, Passion that turns into an obsession
My life's course by you was led. A fall after a perfect walk
For me to grow and succeed, Sweet melodies that scare,
Everyday, you are planting a new seed. Like curses in someone's prayer.
Like wine spilt from glasses
Like chaos that finds balance
Shedding leaves and autumn trees,
Like someone falling to his knees.
But, I embrace the glorious mess I am
The best version of me
A weird, beautiful, magical person,
Not straight, brimming with inversion.
My imperfections make me a masterpiece
I celebrate my cracks and crevices
I revere the ocean of criticism that I swam,
At least, I am what I am.
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NOTHING WITHOUT YOU
From me to you, from you to me, That you'll be with me like you never went,
Only unconditional love I can see. To me my whole world you've always meant.
My life's Sun will again shine bright,
The walls crumbled down, Once you return back in my sight.
You left me, you took the crown.
I don't know about you, but I still love you,
My broken heart only you can renew.
You are the perfect stoke in my sketches,
To obtain you I'd walk long stretches.
The moon floats in a perfectly dark sky,
I wake up in the middle of the night just to cry.
My heart beats faster than ever before.
Like a boat caught in a storm, searching the shore.
My room is still filled with that familiar scent,
To which all my senses and secrets I had lent.
I still wait for you at my back door,
I cry tears of your name sitting on the floor.
It is never complete without you,
You taught me love I never knew.
I still feel you'll come back,
And give me the strength to fulfil all I lack.
I am barely aware of the world around,
Lost in your thoughts I am always found.
You give restfulness to the breeze,
The shade to the trees.
The colours to the flowers,
The moisture to the rain showers.
Mist to the weather,
Flight to the bird's feather.
Twilight to the sunset,
Brilliance to my body's every asset.
You are all I'll ever be,
To estrangement as the end I will never agree.
As the air gently strokes my hair,
I am immersed in my only prayer.
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NOTHING WITHOUT YOU
From me to you, from you to me, That you'll be with me like you never went,
Only unconditional love I can see. To me my whole world you've always meant.
My life's Sun will again shine bright,
The walls crumbled down, Once you return back in my sight.
You left me, you took the crown.
I don't know about you, but I still love you,
My broken heart only you can renew.
You are the perfect stoke in my sketches,
To obtain you I'd walk long stretches.
The moon floats in a perfectly dark sky,
I wake up in the middle of the night just to cry.
My heart beats faster than ever before.
Like a boat caught in a storm, searching the shore.
My room is still filled with that familiar scent,
To which all my senses and secrets I had lent.
I still wait for you at my back door,
I cry tears of your name sitting on the floor.
It is never complete without you,
You taught me love I never knew.
I still feel you'll come back,
And give me the strength to fulfil all I lack.
I am barely aware of the world around,
Lost in your thoughts I am always found.
You give restfulness to the breeze,
The shade to the trees.
The colours to the flowers,
The moisture to the rain showers.
Mist to the weather,
Flight to the bird's feather.
Twilight to the sunset,
Brilliance to my body's every asset.
You are all I'll ever be,
To estrangement as the end I will never agree.
As the air gently strokes my hair,
I am immersed in my only prayer.
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SHAPE OF A LADY
Shaping her into a lady, For in forces of buoyancy her body is burning.
Is but every man's scheme shady. She will swallow every inch of their contradiction,
She must be powerless, she must be weak, They may name her dirt, but God named her conviction.
And on the twelfth of never she will speak. And like tragedy over them she will fall,
To the customs she must conform, For there lies a knightess inside every doll.
Her inferiority every man will affirm.
She doesn't have what it takes,
And she must be condemned to a life full of aches.
She shouldn't have a tongue, she should relinquish her voice,
For her daring isn't a choice.
She must live inside barbed wires,
And all her dreams will kindle in failure's fires.
And the corpse of her aspirations will burn,
On the pyre of the lessons she refused to learn.
Her body may be tied in shackles of slavery,
But the men aren't aware of her bravery.
This subjugation won't subside her strength,
To liberate herself, she'll go to any length.
And she consummates her marriage to oppression,
Only to give birth to a child called expression.
She brings it up with blood and sweat,
Freedom and dignity she hopes to harvest.
The masculine noises for her are but vibration,
But her words for them will mean obliteration.
Every man can 'man'ipulate her,
But her longing for freedom they can't deter.
They may wipe away her every trace,
She will outlive them with her grace.
Her flesh is not a measure of her firmness,
Even her ashes will articulate in this furnace of sternness.
Inequality is but a word,
In this darkness, her vision can't be blurred.
Her attire doesn't reflect her intellect,
Her determination, their doubts can't deflect.
Sinking is not a part of her learning,
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SHAPE OF A LADY
Shaping her into a lady, For in forces of buoyancy her body is burning.
Is but every man's scheme shady. She will swallow every inch of their contradiction,
She must be powerless, she must be weak, They may name her dirt, but God named her conviction.
And on the twelfth of never she will speak. And like tragedy over them she will fall,
To the customs she must conform, For there lies a knightess inside every doll.
Her inferiority every man will affirm.
She doesn't have what it takes,
And she must be condemned to a life full of aches.
She shouldn't have a tongue, she should relinquish her voice,
For her daring isn't a choice.
She must live inside barbed wires,
And all her dreams will kindle in failure's fires.
And the corpse of her aspirations will burn,
On the pyre of the lessons she refused to learn.
Her body may be tied in shackles of slavery,
But the men aren't aware of her bravery.
This subjugation won't subside her strength,
To liberate herself, she'll go to any length.
And she consummates her marriage to oppression,
Only to give birth to a child called expression.
She brings it up with blood and sweat,
Freedom and dignity she hopes to harvest.
The masculine noises for her are but vibration,
But her words for them will mean obliteration.
Every man can 'man'ipulate her,
But her longing for freedom they can't deter.
They may wipe away her every trace,
She will outlive them with her grace.
Her flesh is not a measure of her firmness,
Even her ashes will articulate in this furnace of sternness.
Inequality is but a word,
In this darkness, her vision can't be blurred.
Her attire doesn't reflect her intellect,
Her determination, their doubts can't deflect.
Sinking is not a part of her learning,
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SENTIMENTS SEASONED PLAYER
Why do I feel the way I do? All of my longings for you died,
Of my emotions no one has a clue. My heart now has nothing to hide.
Why do I give in to that temptation? The ink of those love letters dried,
Why do I give up in frustration? My mind is clear now, my eyes open wide.
Why do I cry in disappointment? The sunshine overpowered the sleep in my eyes,
For my distress, no one has an ointment. The silent smiles compensated for the loud cries.
I can never get enough, I'm addicted, I can't wait for you, I have to go very far,
Why do I fall prey to my anger unpredicted? From a new sky I will watch this broken star.
Always exasperated, always displeased, My heart with you was paired,
Disgusted over goals unseized. But my sense of judgment was impaired.
I'm discomposed, I smile barely, You have to leave, for the doors of my heart have to close,
I hate everybody, I'm kind rarely. I have to recover from your overdose.
For someone a passion clandescent, Seeds of failure in my destiny you ingrained,
Knee deep in love incandescent. You left my hands blood stained.
I'm exhausted and burnt out, Now I see the daylight in front of my eyes,
I don't want to speak, still I shout. For your infidelity I had to pay too high a price.
Why do I harm myself, why do I self-abuse? You may have pushed me down to the floor,
Why do I keep my sentiments for someone's use? But your dirty politics doesn't scare me anymore.
Why do I bury the feeling? Your mean tricks, your unasked for advices,
It may be strange or unappealing. Now you can't roll any fake dices.
I have the right to choose my emotions, I won't let my tiara fall,
I have the right to sail my yacht in heart's oceans. To ask for forgiveness you shall have to crawl.
If I fancy, it is uniquely me for sure, I'm not scared of your armaments,
A piece of my soul, divine and pure. For I wear strength not ornaments.
Your intentional setups that look like accidents,
Swindling and artifice are your minds permanent inhabitants.
You can't hoodwink me into thinking you are right,
In your wildest dreams, you I will bite.
I'll never be scared by the dollars you flare,
You are new to the game, I'm a seasoned player.
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SENTIMENTS SEASONED PLAYER
Why do I feel the way I do? All of my longings for you died,
Of my emotions no one has a clue. My heart now has nothing to hide.
Why do I give in to that temptation? The ink of those love letters dried,
Why do I give up in frustration? My mind is clear now, my eyes open wide.
Why do I cry in disappointment? The sunshine overpowered the sleep in my eyes,
For my distress, no one has an ointment. The silent smiles compensated for the loud cries.
I can never get enough, I'm addicted, I can't wait for you, I have to go very far,
Why do I fall prey to my anger unpredicted? From a new sky I will watch this broken star.
Always exasperated, always displeased, My heart with you was paired,
Disgusted over goals unseized. But my sense of judgment was impaired.
I'm discomposed, I smile barely, You have to leave, for the doors of my heart have to close,
I hate everybody, I'm kind rarely. I have to recover from your overdose.
For someone a passion clandescent, Seeds of failure in my destiny you ingrained,
Knee deep in love incandescent. You left my hands blood stained.
I'm exhausted and burnt out, Now I see the daylight in front of my eyes,
I don't want to speak, still I shout. For your infidelity I had to pay too high a price.
Why do I harm myself, why do I self-abuse? You may have pushed me down to the floor,
Why do I keep my sentiments for someone's use? But your dirty politics doesn't scare me anymore.
Why do I bury the feeling? Your mean tricks, your unasked for advices,
It may be strange or unappealing. Now you can't roll any fake dices.
I have the right to choose my emotions, I won't let my tiara fall,
I have the right to sail my yacht in heart's oceans. To ask for forgiveness you shall have to crawl.
If I fancy, it is uniquely me for sure, I'm not scared of your armaments,
A piece of my soul, divine and pure. For I wear strength not ornaments.
Your intentional setups that look like accidents,
Swindling and artifice are your minds permanent inhabitants.
You can't hoodwink me into thinking you are right,
In your wildest dreams, you I will bite.
I'll never be scared by the dollars you flare,
You are new to the game, I'm a seasoned player.
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NOT YOURS ANYMORE MY WORLD
On you my dependence, How vague my world is?
Is my only repentance. My very own, yet so unknown.
Where was love, where was respect?
From you care, why did I expect? Ambiguity at every step,
No more problems, dilemmas no more, So fraudulent, yet swept.
Into fragments my life you tore. It has made my body so corrupt,
You can't deceive me, I can't be tricked. It is so steady, yet so abrupt.
At very moment, at every place, I have been pricked. Always rolling between the ends,
I develop in your insecurities, Is clear, but has many bends.
All this is futile; you are not in my priorities. In pieces like a broken doll,
I know the truth, you can't lie, So vast, yet so small.
Your false statements, you can't justify. Messed up, full of litter,
You can't question my independence, Sweet yet so bitter.
I know there are no limits to your vengeance. Always destructive, always adverse,
Without you it feels light, So forward, yet reverse.
I am not meek, it is the fault of your sight. Not even a trace of a smile,
You can't threaten, you can't dominate, So friendly, yet hostile.
I'm no more at your beck and call, it's vey late. With worries in plenty,
I'm not your slave, falsely you can't blame, So brimming, yet so empty.
It's a new me, I'm not the same. Has every blemish, and every mark,
It's time for you to realise, So creative, yet so dark.
Higher than your thinking, I can rise. With always distress bestowing,
You can't make fun of my abilities, So black yet so glowing.
I'll overpower you, there are a million possibilities. Abundance of artificial applaud,
I can blossom in misery, grow in sorrow, So perfect, yet so flawed.
From me, my spirit I won't let anyone borrow. Doubting people whom I trust,
Not a victim, like a star I shine, Is light, but I feel the thrust.
I'm not yours anymore, I'm mine and only mine. So contrasting, why isn't it straight?
Why did God give me this world great?
Who will explain, will who specify?
My very existence, will who justify?
So this vague world, I ask with repentance,
Why was I given this task called existence?
For you world, my hatred and love proportionately rose,
I question you, for me this hell, who chose?
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NOT YOURS ANYMORE MY WORLD
On you my dependence, How vague my world is?
Is my only repentance. My very own, yet so unknown.
Where was love, where was respect?
From you care, why did I expect? Ambiguity at every step,
No more problems, dilemmas no more, So fraudulent, yet swept.
Into fragments my life you tore. It has made my body so corrupt,
You can't deceive me, I can't be tricked. It is so steady, yet so abrupt.
At very moment, at every place, I have been pricked. Always rolling between the ends,
I develop in your insecurities, Is clear, but has many bends.
All this is futile; you are not in my priorities. In pieces like a broken doll,
I know the truth, you can't lie, So vast, yet so small.
Your false statements, you can't justify. Messed up, full of litter,
You can't question my independence, Sweet yet so bitter.
I know there are no limits to your vengeance. Always destructive, always adverse,
Without you it feels light, So forward, yet reverse.
I am not meek, it is the fault of your sight. Not even a trace of a smile,
You can't threaten, you can't dominate, So friendly, yet hostile.
I'm no more at your beck and call, it's vey late. With worries in plenty,
I'm not your slave, falsely you can't blame, So brimming, yet so empty.
It's a new me, I'm not the same. Has every blemish, and every mark,
It's time for you to realise, So creative, yet so dark.
Higher than your thinking, I can rise. With always distress bestowing,
You can't make fun of my abilities, So black yet so glowing.
I'll overpower you, there are a million possibilities. Abundance of artificial applaud,
I can blossom in misery, grow in sorrow, So perfect, yet so flawed.
From me, my spirit I won't let anyone borrow. Doubting people whom I trust,
Not a victim, like a star I shine, Is light, but I feel the thrust.
I'm not yours anymore, I'm mine and only mine. So contrasting, why isn't it straight?
Why did God give me this world great?
Who will explain, will who specify?
My very existence, will who justify?
So this vague world, I ask with repentance,
Why was I given this task called existence?
For you world, my hatred and love proportionately rose,
I question you, for me this hell, who chose?
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SOULMATE THE ART OF YOUR LOVE
I want to talk to you endlessly, Fabric of your name, the needles of my heart sew,
The shadow of your footsteps, I pursue recklessly. In the ocean of your soul, our love's boat do I row.
Even the tiniest of joys with you I have to share, My every search ends in you,
I am composed of you, can check me layer by layer. I am the shade that submerges into your hue.
I can never have enough of you, You make me feel so protected,
I am the vapour that condenses into your dew. In the mirrors of your eyes I see myself reflected.
I replay our every conversation in my mind, You are so special you make my heart smile,
I once craved for love, in it now I am blind. I'll never leave you, you may be aristocratic or servile.
Belongs with you my every prayer, A glance at you turns into a surveillance,
My home is your heart is where. The electrons of my body are pulled by your valence.
With you my every trouble I wash down, You are immersed in my blood,
In the enormousness of your eyes I drown. You touched and I smiled like a blooming bud.
In your love every boundary I surpass, You relaxed my uneasy thoughts,
I'll freeze the time for us, won't let it pass. Like opening the tangled knots.
When I see nothing in the darkness deep, Our life may be pleasant or obnoxious,
When I find the hurdles to be too steep. You are now embedded in my unconscious.
When life seems too damaged to handle, The roads of my mind converge into your name,
When winds of distress blow every candle. I severed all ties, you are my only aim.
When I feel being bitten by snakes, You may not be in my sight, but you are always in my heart,
When there is no solace, only and only aches. For I was schooled in your love's art.
I remember your name in my heart,
All my obstacles in an instant depart.
Even the unendurable can't set us apart,
For in you I found the relief even God couldn't impart.
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SOULMATE THE ART OF YOUR LOVE
I want to talk to you endlessly, Fabric of your name, the needles of my heart sew,
The shadow of your footsteps, I pursue recklessly. In the ocean of your soul, our love's boat do I row.
Even the tiniest of joys with you I have to share, My every search ends in you,
I am composed of you, can check me layer by layer. I am the shade that submerges into your hue.
I can never have enough of you, You make me feel so protected,
I am the vapour that condenses into your dew. In the mirrors of your eyes I see myself reflected.
I replay our every conversation in my mind, You are so special you make my heart smile,
I once craved for love, in it now I am blind. I'll never leave you, you may be aristocratic or servile.
Belongs with you my every prayer, A glance at you turns into a surveillance,
My home is your heart is where. The electrons of my body are pulled by your valence.
With you my every trouble I wash down, You are immersed in my blood,
In the enormousness of your eyes I drown. You touched and I smiled like a blooming bud.
In your love every boundary I surpass, You relaxed my uneasy thoughts,
I'll freeze the time for us, won't let it pass. Like opening the tangled knots.
When I see nothing in the darkness deep, Our life may be pleasant or obnoxious,
When I find the hurdles to be too steep. You are now embedded in my unconscious.
When life seems too damaged to handle, The roads of my mind converge into your name,
When winds of distress blow every candle. I severed all ties, you are my only aim.
When I feel being bitten by snakes, You may not be in my sight, but you are always in my heart,
When there is no solace, only and only aches. For I was schooled in your love's art.
I remember your name in my heart,
All my obstacles in an instant depart.
Even the unendurable can't set us apart,
For in you I found the relief even God couldn't impart.
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WHY DID YOU GO?
I feel trapped inside the four walls, The way I devoted myself to your attainment,
Not being able to stand despite a thousand falls. The way you became the medicine for my every ailment.
The way you sat beside me, so close,
The strings of my soul got attached to your heart's hook, Absentmindedly, giving me affinity's dose.
You are the first and the very last page of my love's book. You were my body's most valuable ore,
To arid deserts torrential rains you bring, You were the sweetest fruit that the earth ever bore.
Like a magnet to my thoughts you cling. You were the inspiration I chased for,
The river of my heart, so dry, You said we were the bravest soldiers in this war.
Flowed with you smoothly in the bat of an eye. You were the architect of my abode,
If I can't find you, I'll never stop trying, From your stream, my very sip was poured.
You maybe honest, you may keep lying. You fought the world for me, you were so courageous,
I venture into dark rooms in your search, While killing me with your smile contagious.
I will believe you, even though you left me in lurch. Your name ensured victory,
I am yours even if it means death, For it was carved on all my endeavours’ trajectory.
My chest screams of you as I inhale every painful breath. In my life's curfew I am present,
You took my heart and I don't have a spare, In your absence everything is unpleasant.
You went away, but it still feels you are here. I saw love for me in your face,
I am losing my sense of control, But you left me without even a trace.
Down my cheeks, tears of your name roll. I will walk to you with broken bones,
In the middle of the night I sit on the floor, But I'll never be able to repay your love's loans.
Ceaseless cries of your name, my throat is now sore. I will amend my every mistake,
My lips are so dry, Come back, not for heaven's but for my sake.
My eyes are tired of our old pictures' spy.
There is not a streak of sleep in my eyes,
For there are storms and downpour in my skies.
I can't help but reminisce you,
I can't accept anything in your lieu.
I still remember us holding hands and my heart beating wild,
The way you waived at me, and I smiled.
The way you calmed my anger,
The way you recognized my voice amidst the clangour.
The way rumours sparked off from our intimacy,
The way you vowed our love's legitimacy.
The way you slowed down and waited for me,
The way you never got bored in my company.
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