सोचै सोचको भुमरी छ,
सोचै सोचको दरबार,
सोचै सोचको महल अनी
सोचै सोचको घरबार।
बस एक सोचकै त छ ब्यापार।
आउ एक सोच अब तिमी सोच,
एक सोच म सोचौला।
आखिर सोचमै त छौ तिमी सिमित,
आउ तिमी मेरो सोच मा,
म तिमीलाई असिमित बनाउछु।
To the countless stars that twinkles beneath you,
you are the one brightest amongst all.
For the travelling soul that roams around the space,
you are the iceland far beyond waves.
For the sun that envies your calmth,
you are the one reminding his existance.
For the dust that dashes your skin,
you are the love that sashes them all.
But for me?
For me,
you are the first ray of sunshine,
kissing my sleep, waking me up,
reminding your touch.
But for me,
you are the waves of that ocean,
touching my feet,
blessing me strength,
to fight through miles and much.
For me,
you are the fire that cracks the warmth of smile
but does not hesitate to melt my heart.
For me,
you are the air, armoring my chest,
to fight through storms and such.
For me,
you are the smell of home,
that as engraved deep down my reminiscence.
You are the water I gulped through my throat,
that have murmerred your name throughout the sleep.
For me,
you are the comb that combs my hair and flirts back,
demanding some room for air.
As you are you,
I am me.
But you are the strength to find ‘we’
as our identity.
Oh dear!
If I can even be an atom to your dot.
I would multiply like the nuclear of love.
Would you give me the shot?
I can imagine myself standing short in front of the gaze
mirrored by the maze of dimensional ocean, sinking me in,
deeper and deeper…
until my voice turns into the sonic echo
and I turn into those that swim deep down the waves.
Have you felt the feeling where you want to write so much but you have not much of words to describe the feelings you are feeling?
I’m feeling the same, I have feelings, some empty, some full, some happy some keeps me drool.
May be these feelings are not to be said out loud. These are to be kept inside, protecting it’s beauty from the outer world.
I don’t know what to do with these feelings. With the unknown I dearly adore it in the nepotism of my feelings.
Have you? Have you felt the same?
May be some feelings are meant to kept silent in-between some irregular walls where the beginning and the ending feels the same. Chaotic? Well, sometimes the chaos keeps you so busy and so drowned into it. The chaos make you bow down your knee below it. You don’t find the lumen. And you finally start to believe the chaos as your reality and the lethargy keeps you held in it. Hugging you tight. After a while it starts to feel comfortable in it. You start to feel, there’s no difference trying it again. There’s no outside.
May be the inside starts feeling the world to you. May be?!
May be the chaos eventually becomes the cloud in your mind that rains so hard; even the outer world sometimes gets the glance to the beauty in the drops fell cold down the cheeks.
So do I say..
I fell in love with me a little more.
A little more with that me who is happy,
just as happy to live inside my own world.
I fell in love with me twice a little more.
A little more with that me who is more happy,
just as happy to give up rest of the world.
I feel selfless in the most selfish way.
Look inside me,
I shall invite you to be the world inside my world.
Welcome to the chaos.
My midnight insomnia hasn’t hit in the morning yet.
But the sun has readily brewed to break your fast.
My goodnight has been waiting till the goods turn in mail.
Yet the warmth of your sun consolidates my night.
But the remains of good from my night
have been stolen by the good of your morning.
Where my last night dinner has now been midnight supper.
And the shift hopes for new yearnings to offer.
When the clouds assisted the sun to close his eyes.
When the branches peaked us through those leaves.
My lips questioned yours, with two gentle pushes.
Witnessing those breaths in-between
sharing some warmth,
with oh so warm swooshes.
A great love story feels like an aspiration.
Just like diamonds.
Shining with million rays.
But the magic is in the process.
Every reflection that a diamond reflects was not
meant to, it was made to.
Two soul meeting is universe’s choice.
Being one is the process.
Becoming great is the reflection.
I reach into the theatre of my own world,
when I closed my eyes.
No tickets, just 3D glasses;
I see those lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow,
Would not want to rest in momentum but
wishing to rest upon yours.
That thunder, those slaughtering rain,
and us…
Slow, tender, smooth, buttery moving
Senses to bone, Egypt to the Rome.
Inside? like a train,
whistling, juggling, building up momentum,
Outside? building up moments.
I can feel the taste of those rain
that grows louder when our tongues curled.
Where the world is half asleep,
I feel the shade we held as our world.
Oh those dripping avalanche under your neck,
I feel like skiing my lips and wish to fall
from that cliff.
Oh mine to the yours, yours to the mine,
beating in a sync,
as our body dances on those riff.
City lights and those witty nights,
Hug tights and butterfly flights.
I felt the interval none to happen.
I have come to realize;
there’s two shades of you.
One that my mind creates and the
one where my heart reciprocates.
One that has kept me walking
from the misery of those thoughts,
to the one float-breating over
these sinking hearts.
I have come to realize to this day.
These shades have let led me sway.
Whether or not we feel like we are Away.
Why do I feel like there’s always A-Way?
Let’s change the science of darkness to be seen.
I choose to colour those shades:
one purple and the rest would be green.
I suddenly woke up,
in a hot sunny 2 pm where
my dreams were high with opium,
Everything felt so me,
everything felt so we,
but everything went so flee,
in a hot sunny 2 pm.
In a hot sunny 2 pm,
I feel so small in the room what feels like a hall,
everything feels falling, the remains are nothing but wall.