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Nights were vulnerable.
But
It's beauty lay in the remembrance
Of the lost.
And
Of the acquired.

And I;
was the mystery,
All tried to unpuzzle.

The beauty,
failed because of lack of
the self illumination.

Meanwhile,
The lost and the acquired
Had Bouts.
But neither of them,
Won,
ever.
It was always a Draw.

The lost and the acquired,
Had halves of her mystery,
But none could solve it.

That's the thing about Love,
And affection.
Your soul craves so much for it
You fake.
And you fake
Until you perceive the attention
And love
You crave for.
Your soul deserves.

Afterall,
Doesn't being original cost everything
These days?
And you'd swear by the odds,
To be yourself always.
Ah! Ironically chosen,
Indeed.

Nights were hers,
because
Mornings used to wake her up
With compromises.
But the Niht,
Embraced her longings
with their expectations.

Forenoon:
brought the people
Presented to her, by time.

Niht:
threw the ones she deserved
And brought the ones she wanted.

And sometimes maybe
it's none to bring back.

But none ever comforted her
more than the one
The nihts bestowed her with.

Nights,
Were hers.

Mornings,
Were theirs.

In the end, it's all about comfort.
How comfortable are you,
with your blanket?
with your bed?
with your attire?
with your family?
with your meal?
with your daily commuting?
with your profession?

with your nights?
with your life,
With yourself?
Because it's always been
About 'yours' and
Shall always be.

The spark in his eye,
Would dazzle her up.
She lost her innocence
amidst the crowd.

Bar, her eyes
Still gleamed of the doomed kid in her.
The words came from an adult,
Save for the voice.
Of the Reminiscence:
Doomed kid.

You're so acclimated to being

Everyone else's anchor

That when it comes down to your self worth

You're spellbound,

of the failed discretion of self :

To leave them amidst the stormy night

To be the same old anchor again.

Her's was an enchantment.
The applauds were deafening.
Smiles all around.
And there he was,
Amongst millions
With tear eyed,
And weak tone,
"Only if I could tell her."

Alas! It's only after we're broken,
That we know,
How beautiful we were.

When you look into a mirror
Shattered or broken,
moulded in dents
Over the years,
What do you see first?

Yourself,
or
Dents?

And then there are festooning epigraphs,
Offering to outlook the flaws
Confining your thoughts to
One's better part.

Whilst looking down the dense
He knew why the cities made
him claustrophobic withinnan its
warmth.

With the fog engulfing the
Richness of the dense,
He felt alive amongst the chill.

Her apology mended every mistake.
They made.

But,
All they ever wished was
to have mended this mistake.
Her.

Do you know why fairytales
Have happy endings?
Why we're shown Fairytales
And are told stories about them
when we are adolescent?

So that when you stumble and
loose all hopes of survival
At some point,
you know
It's never an end if its not happy.
It's that ray of light that keeps you going,
deep within
And is the armour to your dreams.
Like your protection
to the dark elixir in clash of clans.

You know that feeling,

That feeling of emptiness

even with all the significance within.

Empty,

with the rumbling thoughts.

Empty,

with the chokers round.

Empty,

with the giggles sinking down the throat.

Empty with the emptiness within.

And sometimes against all odds
We still can't get back together.
Rebuild from the crushed
and Restart.

Those turns
Wishing to turn into hugs.
Those half hearted smiles
Wishing to turn into giggles .
Sometimes remain mere wish.
Wish enough to wish for
When you cross other best friends.
Happy
And
Together.

Of things that sore high.
The religious flag flagged up high
with faith
The flights up in the air of
the flappy birds
or
the copters above.

All it takes
Is a little more
Faith
A little more
Courage
A little more
You
To sore high.

They took her far from where she belonged,

to where she was destined to belong.
The journey from
Destination to Destiny
is the toughest.
For it is often misinterpreted.
The scorched skin
were her only Reason
To prove discolored or colored
Didn't mean a thing.
"Stay strong and warm in the
Roughest terrain and chilly arenas"
Cried her soul.
She set her soul,
Ablaze.

As the starry night dawned upon,
She peeped through her window,
to the stars that shined the brightest
in the darkest hour.

And pondered:
Does she shine through the hell she is in?
Or is it,
Only after being amidst the stars
will she shine in the dark?
Or is it,
Just me finding hope
withinnan the augury.
Enough for me to wake up every morning.

Maybe,

people are like songs.

You never know

what lyrics are knitted in them

Unless you listen to the song .

The sky full of stars
Became the loyal consort
and
The firefly became the tripping companion.
As she Wandered from
The world of illusion
to
The universe where she'd
Look for herself.
Know herself
Skinning the craving for materials
And scream of her wants.

And when she bent
to blow off the candle,
All she wished for,
was Nothing.

She had what is hers.
And left back what didn't belong to her.

Forever couldn't mean more
To what it meant to him.

Unlike today where,
Forever's a tale
being revisited
With a different person,
Frequently.

His forever,
Lasted forever.

They conversed away their days.
She didn't understand her words
But it hardly meant a thing.
Her Snobs and Sniffles ,
those glistening big eyes,
Smiles and tears,
Spoke worth a thousand words.

Language had been a barrier,
Emotions over ruled them.

And he always stood there,
waiting for him.
Under the autumn leaves
and winter chills.
Through storm
and sweat.
He waited until his last breath.
For love is meant to be forever.

Because just Sometimes,
when people say forever
They mean it.
But when he says forever.
He meant it For Ever.

-hachiko ,a Dog's story . Much loved.

Everything she touched only burnt.
Like the water he came and
she didn't burn things,
Anymore.
He soothed her with ease.

One snapchat from him,
Made her day.
Her shyness though,
Kept her away from him.

Meanwhile,
Her Snapchat stories,
Were being loved and
replayed on the other side.

Such barriers.
Much muse.

When the consequences scare ,

You know there's something you did

out of the way.

Something which wasn't expected of you.

When you wish you hadn't gone for it.

But don't bother much,

The path less trodden

Often brings out the best in you.

They always caressed her.

In her good old days,

and the recent bad ones.

Today she refrained from them.

But, as best friends do,

They knew how to come to her

And enlighten her dark room.

They kissed her feet as they lay there.

Made her feel

she ain't alone.

Ever.

that they would always

Be the ones washing away the dirt

Given by the tough tracks.

RAINDROPS,

Everyone called them.

CONSORT,

She called them.

There she looks at children being friends with their parents.

Dreaming of her having the same

On the go relation with them too.

Where she'd never have to sleep tear eyed

Where one look and mere silence

Would be enough for them to know something's wrong.

And all she wished was

Only if they would understand her.

But ,

But all she here is,

A Daughter-

Loved , cared , but never understood.

Probably, because they never wanted to

nor did they even try.

Known yet unknown.

Today,
He betrayed her.

10years later,
She betrayed him.

Another Him,
On his way to mastering the art of
Betrayal.

It's said,

"A candle loses nothing

While lighting other candles."

But it does lose a part of it

in the process of

Lighting others.

It deliquesces down.

Its consumed by the light more.

Then how is it said it loses nothing?

Isn't losing a part of itself,

the loss of the chassis?

They say,
Only words bleed.

But,
What about my eyes that shined so bright in your presence?
The warmth of my touch?
The soft kiss on your lips?
The care behind the Do's and dont's.

Even they bleed.
They bleed, more than words could,
Ever.

Every night as she wept
He came and hugged her.
Swayed her into deep slumber.
Only to wake her up with a
better feeling,
towards a better day.

There he was waiting today,
But she didn't weep.
Instead smiled out her sorrows.

She was now an Insomniac.

Her every step,
Was slow and steady.
She looked down and walked .
Every step
showcased caution.
Whilst, the other one ,
Tried to follow her.
Walked behind her
yet she couldn't match her steps

Time relinquished the Little Girl
Impatience .

They waited for him.

He waited for them.

In the meanwhile,

Wait , was

Unexceptionally Beloved.

Her eyes drizzled
her helplessness.
Had she known he would
Turn out to be the person he is shortly,
she would have never
Given him
Herself.

And hymen.

He searched for love everywhere.
She searched for him in
every man she met.
Brothel amalgamated them.
Love blossomed in the room.
It was no more just a place
For satisfying lust.

She did not turn back.
Yes.
Today, she did not pay heed to her emotions.

Instead,
the Princess of the Fairytale
Turned towards the Heartless world.
Where there's two eye for an eye,
In a world where there's fight on for Equality of sexes
and the worship of goddesses are Celebrated lavishly.

The fairyland pitied her.
The dark world welcomed her.

He gave his all to her.

For her.

He gave his all,

He had.

Indeed:

We feel empty,

Maybe because we leave pieces

Of ourself in others.

Even at the cost of our life.

She watched her heart,
skip another beat.
Yet Again.
With hope for her broken pieces,
To mend.

Hope tore her into
Unmanageable
Unrelenting
Pieces.

And she adjusted her Tiara, higher.

The cages of The Castle

Could no longer curb her longing.

A longing so deep

The ocean would be jealous.

She ordered,

Screamed,

Yelled.

To all of them.

All of them, Inherself.

She turned into a True Princess.

Her Own Czarina.

Of her Own Life.

She gave Life to many.

Each time she thought,

Had she been deemed,

By the men.

Had she lost faith

In herself.

Years ago,

She would've been deprived ,

From this Bliss of Cries.

Doctor personified Deity.

They called Her.

There he falls asleep ,

With dry glass.

Here she falls asleep,

With wet cheeks.

Dry and Wet,

Being their Only Loyal Consort.

More than 15villages burnt.
Lives of thousands lost.
Today,
Millions of bright figures,
Are molded into great personalities there.
Innocent Lives lost then,
For a futuristic India,Now.
Ever thought of them?
Sacrifice Justified?
Not really.

-BHU tales.

She gaped at the shooting star.

But wished no more.

For,

The hands,

that caressed her hair.

The heart,

that loved her unconditionally.

The lips ,

that kissed her whilst she would sleep.

The hug,

that set all her broken pieces together.

Back.

Wish asked from a shooting star,

Are Always granted.

Always

did not hold the same meaning,

For her.

The fairy tales of her King

that swept her to slumber,

Now, gave sleepless nights,

to the Princess.

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▼ 2016 (43)
- ▼ December (2)
  - Halves of Mystery
  - Ironic Illusions
- ► November (3)
- ► September (2)
  - So Acclimated.
  - A Broken Heart's Symphony
- ► August (5)
- ► July (7)
  - Restart
  - A little more
  - Ablaze
  - Dark
  - Lyric
  - Fireflies
  - Birthday Vibes.
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- ► April (3)
  - Betrayal
  - Chassis
  - Ever
- ► March (5)
  - Insomniac
  - Little Girl
  - Wait
  - Herself.
  - Brothel
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  - Today
  - All
  - Pieces
  - Tiara
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