When I close my eyes, I feel the touch of your fingers on my lashes.
There is a scent of wet mud and hot sun in my room.
I have no room.
The feeling of your touch goes away as soon as it came as if it never was there and then, right in the centre of my chest a little towards the left, I feel a void that marks it’s existence every now and then.
I lose my sleep over the replayed flashes.
I have neither roll nor camera.
You come to me in the silence of the dark when sleep sits peacefully in my eyes.
You conquer. I am no longer myself.
Your being overpowers my existence and I become like a torn leaf in a storm that you bring and I go wherever you take me.
I have no where to go. You leave.
I dance to the full moon and sing to the sun rise and shine brightly like a fresh flower in the morning making everything around me romantic and exquisite.
One fainting breeze of you.
Spring of life becomes an apocalypse.
This is one of the most beautiful poems you will read today on WordPress.
For she will rage tonight.
Hope you enjoy it as much as I do!
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Hello Dear Readers,
How have you been? I hope you are doing fine and beating the heat of the summer with some cool dresses, chilled beer outings with your peeps, sexy ass sunglasses and planning a vacation to the hills or the sea.
I have finally completed my post graduation though just about two weeks ago. And within three days I was off to a “Vacation” with my mother to a place about which I had no clear clue. I said yes because on some days you love your mother more than you love your laziness.
Please note that initially I had planned on being one lazy human being who just sat in an AC room eating loads of junk food and reading my favorite romantic novels because when you’re 23 and single forever your boyfriends tend to reside among bookshelves and then you end up having such high hopes from guys around you that all of them fail and you prefer dating fictional men than actually saying yes to an almost normal guy. Anyway enough of digression, coming back to the point-I went to a vacation with my mother and the vacation was a week long meditation camp.
Did you guys just shrugged or laughed?
Well, a lot of you might think that this is the most craziest thing I could do. I thought the same though initially. I was upset more than anything and literally didn’t speak to my mother for the first two days at all. Locked up myself in the room and read Vikram Seth’s- A Suitable Boy (One of the top 10 longest books written as per Google and it has approximately 1500 pages)
But then I finally became receptive to what was being taught and meditation and the idea of peace that I had the best vacation so far. I would love to share what I did and how the start and the end were so different but since I couldn’t be lazy enough, I’ll be lazy in my blog writing. So I’ll skip the details.
But to give the blog post a good end-
“BHAI SAB MOH MAYA HAI. CHILL KARNE KA. TENSION LENE KA NAHI, DENE KA. AUR KHOOB ICE CREAM KHAANE KA”
Snapshot from the vacation. 😉
Do you see the sun falling behind the dark clouds by the side of the sea?
I feel the warmth sun radiates from being behind like you steal a moment to kiss me on my shoulder and when I turn around to hold your hand, you are not there but your presence leaves it’s essence.
Do you see the moon shining bright tonight? The stars are all being lazy and hiding behind the darkness of the sky like you whose first love is darkness and lust is my presence. But you know that love always overpowers and you leave traces of your fingers on my nape while you submerge yourself in the darkness of your demons.
You know you are my drug and yet you fail me each time. And I, no longer rely on you for fleeting alive moments. I would rather be a monotonous muse.