These days we are so lost
So lost in her memories
The way she showed the world
Most powerful flower never dies
There scent remain in the heart of every people
In every poetries
With the onset of night she will come to meet you in skies
Being the brightest star she will guide you to understand no one really dies
Springs are so deserted without her. You will no more find any bees
Death came one night
Stood beside my bed
I ignored as if it is just a dream
I imagined
When I was in a ocean and how my compass lost its memory
And I remembered
How once my kite went deep into sky
Leaving me and my threads alone
I slowly remembered everything ,I had forgotten
Then again I looked towards death
This time I closed my eyes
And slept in the pavement of memories
To say my story to the morning
who is waiting at the door of this night.
Everything melts
Even the love
In the hottest winters
Even the waves left
Shaking their hands with tears of sands
Seashore is still silent
Even those moments
Come to an end
Years come and go
Like our fav Saturday show
Caterpillar into butterfly
And times into memories
And this is transformation they all realized
Sometimes without a road we just have to go
Sometimes it’s too high even though they think it’s low
Pages are blank
Still blank
Even though I wrote poems after poem
In title of every poem
Mistakenly I wrote your name
Not knowing the light exist
I mistook that tunnel as my home
My thoughts surrendered to me
They think it’s time to go
To a place where noone exists
To memory’s flame…..
The fire is old but the woods who are burning themselves are young, fresh.basically you can say woods are practicing suicide.pain is playing guitar inside those woods.the heart of these woods are showing their swimming skills even though they are aware about the fact that with time no one can save them from drowning inside these deep fires.the waves of these fires will drink the blood ,eat the flesh of the heart.only memory, woods still hold in their heart is how they had forgotten everything.
Don't trust your breath
One day they will behave like stranger.
You lungs will scream and beg for them
But they will behave like deaf forever
Don't trust your heartbeat
One day they will deny to beat
You will request them
But they will ignore.
Don't trust you mind
One day it will forget to remember
You will try to help them out
But they will stop you there
Don't trust your tiny cells
One day they will forget to wake up
You will bring thousands of alarm clock
But they won't react for sure
But
Our love
Won't fly away from us
As
We both are it's wings
Think
How a bird a cant fly away from it's wing
Our love
Won't withered ever
As
We both are rains which will wet the soul of the flower
Our love
Won't Dry ever
As
We both are it's water
A river can't be dry as long as there is water
Tell the sky
To make a palace for us
Deep inside the heart of those clouds
the moment we die
We will shift there
Our souls will meet there
Holding our heart in our hand
We will let our soul
Talk about love of ours
Everything vanishes with time
Only temporary is permanent in nature.
His eyes suddenly dived into a war without even thinking for a moment.first time probably he witnessed how badly those rain drops are fighting with each other that even their bloods have forgotten that they have to come with their typical red dress .. otherwise no one will even consider them as blood.blood’s identity will be crushed under the foot of it’s mistake.
His eyes were busy in choosing between “clouds” or “her eyes” gazing at those clouds.He discussed vividly with his eyes and then they finally we decided to prefer her eyes rather than those clouds.
If beauty is a stone..then thousand of mountains are staying within her. If beauty is star…then she is the only home for those orphan galaxies.if beauty is a drop of water …then oceans are living within her.if beauty is a word…then she is the library where all great poets have left their heart enclosed in their poetries.Thats how she was looking that day.It was so hard for him to take his eyes off
He was so busy in looking at her eyes that he was unaware of the fact that raindrops have started kissing her hairs.suddenly within a moment millions of raindrops have already landed in her hairs and in her skins to kiss her as if this is the only purpose for which they have travelled miles .this is the only way to their their salvation.
A war has started between those raindrops to land on her .All raindrops are not lucky enough to get a chance to liberate themselves by touching her.she seemed to stand there as that one life boat in which all raindrops want to come after their ship has crashed in a way to salvation.All raindrops fought till their last breath.
Iqra,thanks for nominating me.one strange thing about her is that she is even beautiful than her.anyone of you who gonna read this must go through her posts to realize this.she is I think the best one happened to me here in this world of blogging.she never gonna behave like a star even if she is..she simply twinkles and will sprinkle those lights on you to make sure that darkness is no longer alive.She is so good in life advices.espescially go through her conclusion parts.Thank you so much for being in this world. Do follow her here- https://lifeadvicewithme.wordpress.com
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Frozen night seems darker than their skin color.The love in the palm of these frozen night seems brighter than they are…
without her own permission she has left her sleep and her body probably and has came to me to argue with me that “she is not a dream but a reality dressed as a dream only”.
She told me to trust her that she is lying.
I said her “I am trusting you that you are lying“.
she said don’t look at it like this..“its my eye”.
I argued her that “she can’t fool me .those are stars” .
she said these are my eyes.I said these are stars.
We fought
She pointed towards skies and told me see these are stars
I pointed towards sky and told her that “see your face there and see how your eyes are glittering“.
she said you are mad.
I said her that she is mad.again we fought.
She threatened me that she will go away.I suddenly buttoned up my shirt
She asked what are you doing.
I said I am locking you.
She said I am not there .
I said you are nowhere else.
She said see I am here.
I said see you are here pointing towards my heart.
Again we fought.
I never forget to forget anything…but always remember to button up my shirt.my heart beats are busy in writing thank you notes to me these days.
The interesting thing about stars is that even if they are millions miles away from you,still you can see them claiming that “distance is a pre-planned illusion dropped in your heart as a bomb which is capable enough to destruct every inch of unquenchable wish to see her but not brave enough to defeat the omnipotent love who has ruled this heartland since from the day this heart has been discovered“.
have you ever immersed in that tonic of love and let your eyes get a chance to see her and to grab that moment along with her in a way to make sure that “if in next moment your eyelashes are heavy enough to lift up,your breaths are tired enough to travel within,your cells are weak enough to stand any more and if your heartbeats are busy enough in endless dreams to even think about waking up…. still you will have no regrets left to slap you.Before you sleep forever wake up once and see her as much as you can,let you heartbeats go mad and finally stop.sleep.
She knows my eyes can’t breathe without her for a moment.she knows how that evening my eyes confessed that they have kept her secret name “oxygen”.she knows how my eyes successfully acquired breathing problem whenever she left for something.she knows how tears assembled Everytime she tried to convince me that she will return within 2 days.she knows
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